Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1933 - 1714: Water Chestnut Stalk Fried Rice

Chapter 1933: Chapter 1714: Water Chestnut Stalk Fried Rice

Although the owner of the plumbing shop agreed to receive money for his help, it seemed awkward to continually have him watch without participating.

Thus, Song Tan handed him a skewer.

Oh my!

This made the plumbing shop owner overjoyed!

He was running around busily, partly genuinely wanting to earn his keep, and partly because the aroma was too tempting.

Sitting there for just two minutes made him drool, which was not dignified.

Unexpectedly, taking and eating, how embarrassing!

But even as he thought about it, his hands moved quickly.

Now there, sitting and nibbling like a hamster eating long grass, savoring flat peaches couldn’t be more enjoyable.

Yet, unintentionally as he turned his head, he was startled by Old Zhao’s vigilant expression. He realized and glanced over, becoming equally cautious:

"Oh dear, could he be annoyed by all our noise here, having some thoughts in mind!"

These days, people are quite restless. We try not to upset others when outside, lest emotions get stirred up...

Tsk tsk tsk.

He was muttering to himself, and turned to place the skewer on the plate, then stood up urging everyone to move the tables and chairs to the visual blind spots at the front...

"The smoke is thinner here!"

Everyone was a bit confused, but a few camping tables were not a big deal, they quickly moved them.

Old Zhao saw this, thinking this guy was worth deep friendship.

Only Master Xiao Zhou rubbed his already somewhat full belly and a still slightly craving stomach, then looked at the remaining ingredients, causing him to hesitate.

The meat was pretty much digested; these skewers tend to make one eat a lot unknowingly.

But the problem is, tonight, a bunch of big men working daintily with water caltrop stems, because they were thinking about late-night snacks, Master Chai didn’t fry much at night.

Now that they’re here, initially planning to wrap it up with fried rice after barbecuing, but looking at their binge-eating stance tonight—

"If I make sour and spicy water caltrop stem fried rice, can you still eat?"

He felt a bit heartbroken: leaving this overnight isn’t the same.

Especially with water caltrop stems, he tasted them, not as outstanding as other dishes, leave it overnight and it’s not fresh, tomorrow people won’t be willing to eat it.

Next time, they should be reminded, don’t make so much if it’s not going to be finished in one meal.

Before everyone could answer, Song Tan decided: "Fry it!"

She was experienced in dealing with leftover rice: "If it’s not finished tonight, it can be reheated tomorrow morning. Save Master Chai some work; and Master Zhou, you’re tired today, you can rest well tomorrow morning."

"You guys don’t mind eating leftovers, right?"

Everyone shook their heads simultaneously.

Oh my, they were excited even with leftover noodles, let alone leftover rice; we are not that picky with food!

And Qiaoqiao eagerly reached out: "Can we keep frying the leftover fried rice until it turns into dried fried rice on the stove?"

Previously, Seventh Uncle did it this way.

The vegetable bits were roasted until dried, meat bits likewise, the rice grains became tight and crispy with a hint of resilience.

Eating it as a snack, the taste was robust yet particularly savory, far more flavorful than those bagged fried rice in supermarkets.

Qiaoqiao even vaguely remembered that as a child, it could be carried in pockets and tasted slowly one grain at a time.

Of course, back then the ingredients were sparingly used, probably not much oil, now if it’s stored like this, clothes might resist coming clean in a washing machine later.

What’s wrong with that?

Master Xiao Zhou immediately agreed.

Except after frying, the stove has to be cleaned out, placed in the kitchen of the accommodation, then roasted slowly with charcoal when home.

Master Xiao Zhou wielded the large ladle, full of confidence.

...

The finest ingredients often require the simplest cooking methods.

Master Xiao Zhou, when cooking in hotels before, inevitably used some ingredients to enhance flavors.

But since Changleju changed ingredients, those all became superfluous.

Thus, he returned to simplicity along with the team of veteran cooks.

Now, simply cut the water caltrop stems into small segments, quickly blanch them, then rinse with cold water and drain.

Eggs are cracked and beaten over here, garlic minced over there, chili sliced into rings, the good large pots of rice brought from home are crumbled...

While setting up the big iron pot used for stew earlier, heating the pan and sizzling cold oil...

As the egg liquid spills in, then swiftly puffs up releasing aroma, everyone couldn’t help but take a deep breath even while still eating!

It smelled so good! Really good!

Imagining such a fragrant dish they’ll soon savor... what a blissful life this is?!

Yun Feng understood Lun Chuan’s choice at that instant!

He initially thought, things from Lao Song’s family are nice, but it’s ultimately a deep mountain and remote village, it’s really unnecessary for Lun Chuan to settle.

With convenient transportation, flying or taking high-speed trains is just a matter of a few hours, even visiting weekly is not extravagant for him.

But having eaten for these days now, he couldn’t imagine how he’ll face ordinary life when returning to Imperial City!

Eating occasionally, and eating every day, could they be the same?

The matter has come to this...

He exchanged glances with his wife, both resolved to indulge thoroughly.

She wore a loose dress today, while he tightened and loosened his sports shorts’ elastic band, trying to loosen it some more.

Otherwise, going back could leave deep impressions, making him look rather greedy, couldn’t it?

The most tempting moment was when the pickled chili was tossed and stir-fried in the pan!

The spicy-sour fragrance mingled with the unique fresh smell of water caltrop stems, rolling in the hot iron pot, the area filled with this peculiar aroma, even lurking at the doorway, Song Dafang couldn’t help but deeply inhale!

At that instant, no thoughts crossed their minds, just eyes fixed on that pan, wishing they could rush in to grab and dash away.

Doctor Xiaoguo was in agony!

Logically as a seasoned herbal medicine practitioner, she shouldn’t be eating late-night snacks.

Also logically, if eating, one shouldn’t eat too much.

Yet, already feeling completely full, she wished for another big bowl of rice, what should she do? Expert hawthorn pills are no match; her belly must first have space to fill it in, right?

And amid the sizzling fried rice, a passerby silently turned into the alley nearby.

The person paused after a few steps, then like a hamster twitching their nose, absent-mindedly drawn toward the scene.

Seeing this bustling scene, his mind went empty, directly rushing to the stove: "Master, please give me a bowl of fried rice."

Master Xiao Zhou froze for a brief moment.

Then shook his head and said: "We don’t run a business here."

???

The young man hadn’t expected this answer at all!

He looked at the diners around, then at the fully equipped large frying pan and iron stove, there were even drink dispensers...

Yet all things were there, just the tables were home-use camping ones, and no payment codes were seen.

The young man blinked, very adaptable: "Then can you engage in a business now?"