hot and sour Recipe
VicentaLakin
IT'S A LITTLE LATE AT NOON, AND THE HURRIED TELEPHONE BELL WAKES UP BLUE. THIS KID, AT THIS POINT, NO, NORMALLY HE'S DRUNK AT NOON, SLEEPING IN A HOTEL, PREPARING FOR NIGHTLY MADNESS. "HEY, LOVE." "BLANK, PLEASE, CAN YOU COME TO ME TOMORROW?" THAT'S WEIRD. SINCE WHEN DOES MAN TALK SO POLITELY? "COME ON, COME TOMORROW MORNING. PLEASE, BROTHER, THIS TIME IT'S ALL UP TO YOU. BRING YOUR WHOLE BODY." PUT THE PHONE DOWN, YOU'RE A LITTLE BIT SUSPICIOUS. WHAT'S WITH THE KNIFE? ARVIN IS A FRIEND OF THE HEART, RICH GENERATION, UNFORTUNATELY NOT CONNECTED TO THE HANDSOME RICH, AND HE'S A SHORT, FLAT RICH, HUH. THE BOY WAS BORN WITH A GOLD KEY, A GOOD FATHER, A FAMOUS ENTREPRENEUR, A WIDOWER, WHO LOVED HIS PRECIOUS ONLY SON, AND WAS KEPT IN HIS MOUTH, AND HAD TO RESPOND. ARVIN IS A MAN OF HONOR. HE'S GOT A LOT OF FRIENDS. HE'S GOT A LOT OF FRIENDS. HE GREW UP IN HONEY WITH A STRONG SENSE OF SUPERIORITY AND A PASSION FOR LOVE GAMES. A BRAND-MADE, WIND-DRIVE, BERMUDA EMERALD, A LIMITED EDITION OF ZIPPO, A GOLD CARD FULL OF WALLETS, A TOP-CLASS RESTAURANT, AN UPPER-CLASS PARTY, WAS HIS NYMPHOCY. IN MY MEMORY, EVERY GIRL WHO SEES HIM IS DIFFERENT, EVERY GIRL WHO LOOKS AT HIM, EVERY GIRL WHO LOOKS AT HIM. ONE MONTH, THE UPPER LIMIT OF HIS GIRLFRIEND'S SHELF LIFE. THE NEXT DAY, WHEN I CAME TO ARVIN'S APARTMENT, I CAME IN AND I SAW HOW BIG A BOX WAS, LIKE, AN OVERPACK OF PAN-BAIN KITCHEN APPLIANCES. ARVIN AND I WENT INTO THE KITCHEN, WHICH WAS EMPTY AND IS NOW EXTREMELY FULL. ARVIN'S FATHER BOUGHT HIM A PENTHOUSE COMPLEX, A HUGE KITCHEN, BUT IT'S VERY PALE. THE ONLY THING THAT CAN HOOK UP WITH FOOD AND DRINK IS A DRINKING MACHINE, WHICH I USED TO LAUGH ABOUT AS A WASTE OF LAND RESOURCES. AND NOW I'M JEALOUS AND I'M BLUSHING, AND I EVEN SUSPECT HE'LL BUY THE WHOLE COOKERY MARKET HOME. TOASTERS, MICROWAVES, BARBECUERS, COOKERS, BAKERS, EGG-BEATERS, FOUR-EYE OVENS, ALL THE COOKING TOOLS YOU CAN SEE. I LOOKED AT MAN, AND I LOOKED AT A BIG PANDA, AND I FELT HIS FOREHEAD, AND I DIDN'T HAVE A FEVER. "BIG BROTHER, DON'T BE SARCASTIC. I'M REALLY ASKING YOU TO COME TODAY. I WANT TO WORSHIP YOU AND TEACH ME HOW TO COOK." LOOK AT THIS GUY WHO CAN'T EVEN BUY RICE, AND MY EYES ARE LIKE A COLORED PANDA: "DID I HEAR THE MOST INCREDIBLE THINGS IN THE WORLD?" "OBBA, PLEASE, TEACH ME HOW TO COOK." A CHUBBY PANDA SHAKES MY ARM LIKE A PANDA WITH A PATHETIC LOOK. "STOP, STOP, GIVE ME A NORMAL CONVERSATION. SAY, WHAT'S GOING ON?" PANDA, NO, ARVIN'S FACE IS SO SWEET, I FINALLY UNDERSTAND THE WHOLE STORY IN HIS CONFUSED, ECCENTRIC NARRATIVE. HE'S IN LOVE. THIS ISN'T A GAME. THIS DUDE'S REAL. THE GIRL IS A YOUNG TEACHER, SHE IS SIMPLE, AND HER PARENTS ARE MIDDLE CLASS AND HUNGRY. ARVIN MET HER AT A FRIEND'S PARTY THREE MONTHS AGO, WHEN A GIRL WITH A HIGH-CLASS SOCIAL GIRLFRIEND MIGHT HAVE BEEN COMPLETELY INCOMPETENT, AND THE GIRL SEEMED TO BE VERY DEPRESSED, SELDOM SPEAKING, OFTEN WITH A POLITE SMILE, AND INCONVENIENT AND UNHELPFUL ENVIRONMENT. A CINDERELLA WITHOUT CRYSTAL SHOES WAS VERY VISIBLE AT SUCH A FANCY PARTY, ATTRACTING THE ATTENTION OF THE DUDES RIGHT NOW, AND A BET PUSHED ARVIN TO THE TOP. UNATTENDED ON THE BALCONY, IN THE NIGHT WIND OF SEO-SUK, ARVIN DID EVERYTHING HE COULD TO DO WITH THE TROUPE, BUT DID NOT GET THE CINDERELLA'S APPROVAL. CINDERELLA RAN AWAY WITHOUT EVEN A SHOE, CAUSING HIM TO LOSE FACE. LOVE CANNOT BE REJECTED BY A GIRL, ESPECIALLY AN ORDINARY GIRL WHO IS USUALLY NEGLECTED IN THE STREETS AT ANY TIME, AND FEELS GREATLY INSULTED. I'VE ALWAYS BEEN THE ONLY ONE WHO DUMPED HER. HE WAS SO STRONG, HE SWORE TO CHASE THE GIRL. WITH STRONG FINANCIAL RESOURCES, ACCOMPANIED BY EXTENSIVE EXPERIENCE, FOR THREE MONTHS, ALL SORTS OF ROMANCES AND SURPRISES HAVE BEEN CREATED, SUCH AS A GREEN FLY AROUND THE GIRL. FROM ITS INITIAL RESISTANCE TO AVERSION TO FEAR, THE GIRL BECAME MOVED BY ROMANTIC ATTACKS OF A ROMANTIC NATURE AND BEGAN TO ACCEPT THE “LOVE” OF ARABIC, BUT REMAINED AT A DISTANCE FROM IT. THIS SENSE OF IMMEDIATE SEPARATION HAS LEFT ARVIN IN PAIN AND SLEEPLESS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT, INCREASINGLY PLACING GIRLS FIRST IN LIFE. HE BECAME AWARE OF THE GIRL'S PAST, OF HER FAMILY, OF THE GIRL'S WORLD, AND HE FELL UNWITTINGLY AND SINCERELY IN LOVE WITH THIS ORDINARY GIRL, WHO WAS NOT GREEDY AND INNOCENT. “THREE MONTHS, 90 DAYS, THERE'S ONLY ONE GIRL IN MY WORLD. WHAT AN INCREDIBLE THING. I THINK I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH HER, TRUE LOVE." ARVIN'S FACE IS FULL OF HAPPINESS, AND I'VE NEVER SEEN HIM SO INTOXICATED. "SO YOU WANT TO LEARN TO COOK FOR HER?" “YES, THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW IS HER BIRTHDAY, AND I WANT TO MAKE A TABLE FOR HER AND PUT MY HEART INTO HER FOOD.” I SUDDENLY FELT LIKE I DIDN'T KNOW ARVIN, AND I COULDN'T EVEN COOK A NOODLE, AND I WAS SO MOVED BY THE FACT THAT THE TYPICAL LOVE KILLER, WHO DOESN'T TOUCH THE SUN, HAD THE WILL TO COOK FOR A GIRL. "WHAT DO GIRLS LIKE?" "SHE'S SICHUAN, AND SHE LIKES SPICY, AND YOU'RE CHILI KING, SO"... "ALL RIGHT, TIME IS TIGHT, YOU CAN'T LEARN TOO MUCH ADVANCED SKILLS IN TWO DAYS, SO I'LL TEACH YOU SOMETHING SIMPLE BUT VERY GOOD. SEE IF I CAN DO THIS IMPOSSIBLE." THIS DAY, I TAUGHT ARVIN THREE HOTS AND THREE COLDS, THE BEST OF WHICH WAS THE SOUR SPICY POTATO SILK, WHICH, WITH THE HELP OF THE CUISINE, WAS ABLE, WITH THE HELP OF MY OWN PICKLES, TO MAKE ME HAPPY WITH IT, EVEN THOUGH HE MURDERED A DOZEN POUNDS OF POTATOES WITH BRUISES ON HIS HANDS. ARVIN WAS TIRED AND FELL ASLEEP ON MY COUCH, LIKE A CHILD'S PAPER, A HAPPY CHILD IN A RIVER OF LOVE. BLESS YOU, ALVIN, AND THE GIRL WHOM I HAVE NEVER MET. I LOOK FORWARD TO THE TABLE THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW, AND I WON'T BE THERE, BUT I CAN IMAGINE THAT ONE THAT'S COOKING WITH LOVE, AND THAT ONE THAT'S HIDDEN IN ARVIN'S HEART, IT'S GOING TO MAKE ME FEEL GOOD AND IT'S GOING TO SPREAD。
VicentaLakin
I'm a little tired of eating rice and cooking the other day. Say noodles. It's hot. It's a little tired of cold noodles, too. So I thought I'd mix it up. Maybe I could get something good. Let's start with the face. I'll replace the Chinese noodle with the Italian screw. Once again, the sauce is improved, and we're used to sesame noodles, so let's have a jolly version of the sauce. Why do you call him "The U.N." Look at the sauce I used, Southeast Asia, Japanese, Korean, Chinese, Italian, pasta. Isn't that funny? The United Nations is not exaggerating
VicentaLakin
You know, there are ponds and fields. When cooking, the mouth quality of the pond is far beyond the field. Pond: The mass is juicy, of good quality, long, small, late on the market. Fields: It's not as good as pool, short, Kondo, early on on the market. When we buy it in a market or a supermarket, we'll be able to pick a pond. Whether it is three or four sections, it must be a pond as long as one of them is longer than one ligature (the index finger and thumb are spread directly)。
VicentaLakin
As a child, when the peach matures, my milk comes in a big tub, and when the water comes out later to make the broccoli, it tastes good, or it comes out with a couple of peaches, with a little salty and a little pretzels, and a bowl of appetizers is ready. When I grew up and left home to go to school, every time the peach matured, I had a taste of my grandmother's vinegar. After graduation, with their own little nests, pots and pots, seeing peaches, I'm no longer just reminiscing, buying back a little pot, and it turns out it's too simple not to eat fragrance when you're poor
