yournovel Chapter 100 You are a dish in the human world
Chapter 100 You are a dish in the human world
Chapter 100 You are a dish in the human world
As the car gradually slowed down, Yu Huan drove slowly off the highway.
The closer you get to the city center, the more frequent the traffic lights become, and the brake lights ahead keep flashing as rows of vehicles move forward at a snail's pace.
Suddenly.
Smelling the odor of car exhaust fumes in the carriage, Yu Huan's gaze lingered on the control panel.
After confirming, immediately turn on the air recirculation mode.
The unpleasant smell gradually dissipated, but the carriage became increasingly stuffy.
Yu Huan forced himself to stay awake, while the others were also drowsy.
Old Lin, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly received a phone call.
Yu Huan glanced at the rearview mirror upon hearing the sound. Old Lin was speaking softly, while his mother-in-law leaned back in her chair, gently closing her eyes. It was unclear whether she was taking a nap or had fallen asleep.
After exchanging a few brief words, Lao Lin looked up at Yu Huan and said, "Little Yu, an old friend of mine wants to invite me for tea."
The vehicles ahead finally began to move slowly. To prevent those who tried to cut in line from squeezing through the gaps, Yu Huan hurriedly released the brake pedal, lightly pressed the accelerator, and focused intently on following closely.
Hearing this, he asked, "Dad, are you going to drive there yourself?"
"When you get home, don't drive the car into the residential area, just park it on the side of the road."
"Okay, Dad."
Yu Huan agreed.
Lin Yourong suddenly turned her head and said to him, "We'll go to the market to buy groceries later."
"it is good."
Yu Huan nodded without hesitation.
The young couple's conversation immediately piqued Old Lin's interest: "You Rong, are you going to cook?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Yourong said, "Dad, if you go to your old friend's house for tea, won't they invite you to stay for dinner?"
Old Lin chuckled, "My daughter's making a big meal, so of course I'm going home to eat!"
The mother-in-law suddenly opened her eyes, a smile spreading across her face. She turned to Old Lin and said, "You're benefiting from your son-in-law's success."
"After more than a year, I'm enjoying my daughter's cooking again. Isn't that a blessing?" Old Lin put his phone in his pocket and, seeing Lin Yourong turn around, immediately struck a pose of eager anticipation.
"I haven't seen Rongrong's cooking yet, so I can only say two words—" Yu Huan raised her eyebrows, her tone rising and falling, her voice strong and clear: "Looking forward to it!"
Lin Yourong was a little embarrassed by their exaggerated reactions, and raised her hand to rub her cheek: "There's no big meal, I'm just going to cook a few simple dishes."
As they talked, they finally drove out of the congested area.
A short while later, the car stopped on the roadside outside the residential area.
Yu Huan pulled the handbrake, unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and handed the steering wheel to Lao Lin.
Before stepping on the gas, Lao Lin rolled down the passenger window, leaned out, and whispered to Lin You Rong, "You Rong, I'm coming home for dinner tonight, so don't forget to cook my rice!"
"Okay, okay." Lin Yourong, wearing a fisherman's hat and a mask, waved to the outside.
Yu Huan gently placed her hands in her coat pockets, smiling as she watched the taillights of the Crown sedan gradually disappear into the distance.
The mother-in-law slung her crossbody bag over her shoulder, and seeing Lin Yourong link arms with Yu Huan, she thought for a moment and then smiled and said, "You two go buy groceries, I'm going to visit some neighbors, I'll be back later."
"Okay," Lin Yourong replied, then asked, "Mom, what would you like to eat?"
"You two young people can arrange it yourselves. See what Xiaoyu wants to eat, as long as it's not too greasy." As soon as she finished speaking, the mother-in-law suddenly remembered something and hurriedly continued, "There are winter bamboo shoots and cured meat in the refrigerator at home."
"I understand." Lin Yourong nodded thoughtfully.
Yu Huan smiled and said, "I don't have any dietary restrictions. As long as Rongrong makes it, I can eat anything!"
"You Rong's cooking skills are quite good." The mother-in-law waved her hand with a smile, then turned and walked away.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and a gentle breeze was blowing.
Sunlight filters through the branches and leaves of the roadside trees, casting dappled shadows on the sidewalk.
Yu Huan tucked Lin Yourong's soft hand into his coat pocket, and the two of them strolled leisurely through the light and shadow.
Their shadows stretched out on the granite slabs, intertwining.
Occasionally, a few withered leaves of varying shades tumbled lightly in mid-air, swirling and drifting down with the wind.
There weren't many pedestrians on the sidewalk at this time, making it particularly quiet.
After being cooped up in the car for so long, the two of them breathed in the incredibly fresh air, but neither of them spoke to break the silence, instead gently snuggling together.
Lin Yourong led Yu Huan to turn right, walk through a tree-lined path, and arrive at the back of the residential area.
When you can finally see the market in the distance, the streets are already packed with vendors.
The once spacious streets now seemed somewhat narrow, with vendors' cries rising and falling, and a noisy, bustling atmosphere filling the air.
The stalls were filled with all sorts of goods, including fresh fruits and vegetables, fragrant cooked snacks, and even daily necessities.
Unlike the former two, the latter is entirely a street stall, where business is all about talking.
A magical absorbent cloth, a kitchen knife that can cut hair in a breath.
The stall owner, with oil smeared on his lips, chanted rhymes, attracting many middle-aged and elderly passersby—as well as Lin Yourong.
The girl pulled Yu Huan to a stop, and in her eyes, hidden between the brim of her hat and her mask, lay a clear naiveté: "I think the kitchen knife at home is no good, it's too dull, so I'll buy one here!"
Yu Huan saw the stall owner at Guangmingding holding a kitchen knife, swishing it across the newspaper. He quickly said, "The knife in his hand is meticulously sharpened and looks very sharp, but it's not durable at all. This kind of knife will become dull after a short time."
"what?"
Yu Huan glanced at her eyes and couldn't help but laugh and comment, "Silly girl."
"You're the stupid one!"
Lin Yourong immediately reached out and pinched Yu Huan's arm, giving it a gentle twist. Yu Huan's skin and flesh were tough from years of training, and he remained unfazed: "A dull blade needs sharpening. If it's not dull, just sharpen it."
"Oh." Lin Yourong let go of his hand and said in a daze, "There's a whetstone at home."
"When we get back, I'll sharpen your knife for you."
Yu Huan took her hand, and the two started walking.
When passing through crowded areas, one has to walk sideways, one in front of the other.
Yu Huan suddenly saw several teenagers gathered around a stall, playing a marbles game. The stall owner was an old man with thinning, gray hair.
As I passed by, I glanced at the wooden display case for marbles, its feet firmly planted on the ground.
The platter was divided into several sections, labeled with prices of 5 yuan, 10 yuan, 20 yuan, and 50 yuan respectively.
It's very basic overall.
This is clearly a magnet-based system; more advanced ones even have remote-controlled electromagnets.
Compared to those who rely on technical skill, vendors often subtly control the trajectory of marbles by lightly touching the tabletop or legs with their hands or feet, thereby shifting their center of gravity.
This kind of magnetic flow is undoubtedly easy to be caught red-handed.
Yu Huan understood, but didn't go up to show off his righteousness. The old man was so old, it wasn't easy for him to take a few coins from a kid who hadn't seen the dangers of society.
These street stalls were a product of their time, and disappeared a few years later with the rapid development of the internet; however, they also fell into another trap, such as group buying and price slashing, and helping people withdraw money.
The two continued walking straight into the market.
Around 3 PM is the off-peak time for foot traffic at the farmers' market.
The fruits and vegetables on the stalls were still colorful, but they lacked the freshness and vibrancy of the morning. The hooks on the meat stalls also looked a little empty.
I strolled over to the poultry shop.
Yu Huan couldn't help but cover her mouth and nose, because the smell here was really unpleasant.
Wearing a mask, Lin Yourong's eyes remained unchanged. With a flick of her slender index finger, she selected a robust black-boned chicken.
The owner, a thin man in his early forties, smiled and nodded, then reached into the cage, subdued it, and led it to the slaughtering area at the back.
In a bustling place like a farmers' market, this is an ordinary scene.
Yu Huan looked at it and muttered softly, "Little chick, little chick, don't blame me, you are a dish for humans."
"I'm going to make pork tripe and chicken soup." Lin Yourong bent down slightly and looked down at her toes.
This is a traditional local dish from Guangdong Province.
Years later, it transformed into a hot pot restaurant, carving out its own niche in the hot pot market.
Even in Hunan province, where people prefer strong flavors, pork tripe and chicken hot pot has firmly established itself.
"Okay, looking forward to it!" Yu Huan immediately shed tears of pity and looked up at the shopkeeper, asking, "Uncle, how much?"
The shopkeeper, without turning his head, trimmed the black-boned chicken's feathers: "Four pounds and one ounce, eighty yuan will do!"
Hear the words.
"I won over two thousand playing cards yesterday, I'll pay the bill." Lin Yourong tiptoed slightly and whispered in Yu Huan's ear.
"You keep your winnings, I'll pay them!"
The two argued slightly, exchanging words back and forth, neither willing to give in.
As soon as Yu Huan finished speaking, he took out his wallet from his pocket.
Lin Yourong, however, was quick-witted and snatched it away unexpectedly, then stuffed it into her crossbody bag.
She glanced at Yu Huan sideways: "I said I'd pay! I'll give your wallet back later!"
Yu Huan could only helplessly touch his nose.
The couple is arguing over who should pay for the groceries. What kind of situation is this?!
Hearing the rustling noises behind him, the owner smiled, turned around, and asked, "How are you planning to eat?"
Yu Huan quickly said, "Let's stew it."
"Okay, then I'll chop it into bigger pieces, so there won't be so many small bones."
After some shopping.
Yu Huan held Lin Yourong's hand with her left hand and carried a full bag in her right hand as they walked out of the market in unison.
Yu Huan pestered and begged to get her wallet back, and then, at a fruit shop by the roadside, the experienced man picked out a bulging Golden Pillow durian.
After weighing it, it was exactly five pounds.
With lightning speed, he handed two bills to the cashier.
The two stood by the control panel, watching the little girl put on thick gloves and open a durian.
Yu Huan saw that the fruit inside was particularly plump, and he felt extremely satisfied.
"Want a durian shell?" The little girl turned her head again to look at Yu Huan's angular face, and then glanced at Lin Yourong's Hermes crossbody bag.
A thought flashed through Yu Huan's mind.
Durian shells can actually be used to make chicken soup; it's a famous dish in Guangdong province...
have to say.
In Guangdong Province, everything can be used to make soup.
However, Lin Yourong had already decided to make the pork tripe and chicken soup, so he could only shake his head and say, "No, thank you."
(End of this chapter)