Many people will miss the taste of their hometown dishes, the water in their hometown, the rice in their hometown, the firewood in their hometown and the smoke in their hometown, which constitutes the lingering feeling of their hometown.

At that time, the water at home was picked up by my mother in the well, and the rice at home was produced by my mother in the fields and drying the grain, and then in the rice-piercing house at the village entrance.

The taste of the food in my hometown is actually the taste of my mother cooking. If I can’t eat the food my mother cooks, even in my hometown, it is not that familiar, as if it’s branded in my mouth, tongue, and stomach.

Qin Dong lived in the city a child, and he did not have the feeling of savoring his hometown like an older person, but he was still used to the taste of his mother cooking.

How much oil, salt, and how to match seasonings and side dishes together form the taste that Qin Dong is used to and loves to eat.

Even if you deliberately imitate it, no one can make the same taste... except Feng Jiujiu.

From hope to disappointment, Qin Dong has experienced many times. He has had the illusion that his mother has come back many times, but he has never given up this expectation in his heart.

He walked to the kitchen door and saw Feng Jiujiu still. She was still squatting on the kitchen counter, holding a dish shovel and scratching the pot with a sour sound.

This picture seems to replace the appearance of my mother standing in front of the kitchen counter with an apron, but this is not what Qin Dong wants... Although Feng Jiujiu has been able to make the sauce noodles that are exactly the same as her mother's skills.

"Jiujiu, how did you make this sauce-sauce noodles?" Qin Dong asked in confusion. He loved to eat sauce-sauce noodles, so this was often the case for breakfast before. He had eaten it too many times and was extremely familiar with this taste.

Even if he adds more salt and less oil, he can accurately perceive the difference.

"You'll eat it first!" Feng Jiujiu felt very angry when he saw the oil on Qin Dong's mouth, "You should wait for me to eat together. When you hatch, I'll burn you again."

After saying that, Feng Jiujiu rotated the vegetable shovel angrily, causing the sound of scraping the iron pot to tremble at the kitchen door.

Qin Dong had to take a step back and quickly explained: "Because it was so fragrant, I couldn't help but taste a taste, which was not considered stealing. Eating secretly is to eat at least part of it, which is the one who doesn't care about it and does not respect the cooking."

Feng Jiujiu thought about it and said that he was the number one chef in the world. It was normal for Qin Dong to steal a bite, so he nodded and stopped caring about it.

Qin Dong breathed a sigh of relief and felt something was wrong. She said, "I want to burn you again." Doesn't that mean she was planning to burn him after he hatched it?

This discovery was not too amazing, but seeing her cheeks bulging slightly, staring at the pot with concentration, and occasionally tweaking the hair next to her cheeks, Qin Dong felt that she was saying fierce words, but it was not that scary.

What's more, that's not the point now. Qin Dong slowly walked into the kitchen again. Because he was worried that her little feet would be dirty, he carefully observed them and confirmed that they were still white and clean, so that people would lose their appetite when they saw the pot next to her feet.

"Why is the sauce noodles you made exactly the same as my mother? I just suspected that you were my mother." Qin Dong said casually. He didn't feel that he had been belittled. He had long felt that he could call Grandma Feng Jiujiu.

Feng Jiujiu pointed to a small notebook on the top of the refrigerator. She discovered this small notebook while studying this frost magic tool today, which recorded some home-cooked dishes. Feng Jiujiu learned a sauce-sauce noodles with ready-made ingredients.

Qin Dong took the notebook into his hand, and when he opened the corner of his mouth, he couldn't help but smile. Sometimes when his mother watched a food program, she would record the recipes in the program with the notebook, and there were some cute pictures on it.

She also designed cartoon images for herself and Qin Dong. On the page recording the sauce noodles, there was a curly-haired woman with a gentle face, a little boy eating noodles. There were dozens of bowls of sauce noodles placed in front of the boy.

What was her mood when her mother was painting these dozens of bowls of noodles? In her eyes, was her son so edible? Qin Dong laughed and looked at the recipe full of sauce noodles on this page, but his vision was blurred.

After looking at the recipe, he took the recipe and glanced at the dining table outside the kitchen, but was still confused, "Even if you learned how to cook here, why does the taste exactly the same? You should know that if you add more salt or less salt, the taste will not be exactly the same."

Feng Jiujiu is now very interested in cooking, so he has a little patience and is willing to answer such stupid questions as him.

"Didn't you see the number of grams of each ingredient on it? It's all written on it. As long as it is exactly the amount used above, the taste of the sauce noodles made will be the same."

Feng Jiujiu added a handful of salt to the pot, "Here... this is ten grams of salt. Oh, you have added salt... go out for me, don't bother me to cook!"

After Feng Jiujiu finished speaking, she stared at Qin Dong angrily. With a flash of her fingers, a ball of flame ignited at her fingertips, and slowly floated towards Qin Dong. The forced Qin Dong had to withdraw from the kitchen.

The flames dissipated at the kitchen door. She obviously added salt accidentally, so she could blame him... It seems that women are like this, and my mother would occasionally find a reason to let Qin Dong take the blame, especially when playing games.

But my mother does not have the bad temper like Feng Jiujiu. Even if Qin Dong takes the blame, she still has a smile in her anger, and Feng Jiujiu just wants to use fire to burn him.

Qin Dong looked back at the kitchen and felt something was wrong again... Feng Jiujiu made the sauce noodles strictly according to the recipe, and the taste was exactly the same as what my mother made. Wouldn't that mean that my mother also made this dish?

It is not surprising that Feng Jiujiu can measure weights casually, but my mother does not have the habit of using weight meter to cook. Can my mother accurately grasp how many grams of salt, oil, and light soy sauce when cooking?

My mother and Feng Jiujiu actually had one thing in common, which made Qin Dong feel something was wrong. In fact, when many people encountered such a problem, they would pass by if they couldn't get the answer. However, Qin Dong was inexplicably unable to put it down. It was not until Feng Jiujiu brought the last dish that Qin Dong was distracted by the fragrant meal.

He hurriedly brought the bowls and chopsticks. Feng Jiujiu picked up some sauce noodles and put them in the bowl, then pointed to the large pot and said, "You have eaten all these."

"You think I'm a pig." Qin Dong smiled embarrassedly, then hugged the basin in front of him and started eating.

Feng Jiujiu picked up a noodles and whispered it little by little to his wet and petite lips. While watching Qin Dong eat, he always felt very delicious when he eats. He put them into his mouth with big mouthfuls, making others feel a little better when they see them.

Feng Jiujiu hesitated for a moment, opened her mouth, but still held back and continued to eat noodles.

Seeing that he had eaten a small half of the basin of noodles quickly, Feng Jiujiu couldn't help it, pointed to the seat beside him, and said loudly: "Sit here!"

"What are you doing?" Qin Dong continued to eat without raising his head.

"Come here!" Feng Jiujiu ordered with a straight face.

Qin Dong had no choice but to hold the basin and change from opposite her to sit next to her.

Feng Jiujiu put down his bowl, let go of the chopsticks with one hand, raised it, put it down and held the chopsticks and ate the noodles for a few bites. Finally, he stood up, raised his hand and placed it on Qin Dong's head, gently stroked his head, and warned him loudly: "Don't raise your head, continue to eat your noodles!"

Qin Dong knew what she was doing and felt insulted. It was obviously like some people feeding their cats and dogs. Seeing that they were eating deliciously, the owner wanted to grab their heads and touch them.

But this is nothing. Qin Dong doesn't care. Who made the noodles she put is so delicious, and the ostrich meat she made is so delicious. Even the dried braised pork feet with green pepper bamboo shoots with too much salt are so delicious?

Feng Jiujiu touched him for a while, then sat down and continued to eat with satisfaction. For some reason, it was very interesting to touch his soft hair and watch him eat.

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