When Tian Ye was six years old, he lost his father, and before that, his father was only a man who came back once every long time in his memory, and he would bring a lot of delicious and fun things, although when he left, those things would still be snatched away by his sister-in-law, but Tian Ye was still very satisfied.His father was very tall, and he would pick him up and turn him upside down, and if he happened to meet a movie, he would sit on his shoulder, and at that time, Tian Ye felt that he was the tallest child in the whole village.As for his father, he is the most capable man in the village, a man who is about the same age as Uncle Zhishu.But his father never played with him, and when he came back, he only worked silently, helping his grandmother and his mother, and the work in the family seemed to never be finished.Later, he became a neighbor with Yu Lanchuan, Yu Lanchuan treated him very well, taught him to read, taught him to practice martial arts, and taught him to play the harmonica, but Yu Lanchuan didn't play with him, and his cousin brother was also very good to him, helping him beat away the children who bullied him, but his cousin didn't play with him.Now that my uncle is playing with him, squatting on the ground of Song Shuzhen's study, one wall is full of shelves of books, and the field is playing marbles, I think my uncle is really good, and my cousin Song Wei is really happy.Tian Cheng and Zhao Xiu'e chatted for a while, drank some water and wanted to leave, and called Tian Ye in the past, the little guy was having a good time, why didn't he go, Song Shuzhen shook his hand: "Okay, you go, I'll send him back in a while." ”Tian Ye shot the bullet out: "Sister, I know the way home, don't wait for me." ”So the task of going to Song Yinqing's house fell back to Tian Cheng's head alone, Song Xiuzhi watched her run around with her things, and was distressed: "Orange, I'll go with you." ”When the two arrived at Song Yinqing's house, the old man was not there, an old man was sick, he went to visit, only Nalan was at home, and he was so happy to see these vegetables and corn: "Okay, you don't have to go to buy vegetables, the corn is fine, I'll cook it all, leave two sticks for your father, and let's eat the rest together, don't go home for the two of you, just keep it for dinner." ”Song Xiuzhi helped Nalan cook, Tian Cheng went to Song Yinqing's study, this study was originally Song Shuzhen's room, he moved out after he got married, so he changed it into a study for Song Yinqing, which contained a writing desk, a bookcase and Song Xiuzhen's original single wooden bed, and you can lie down and rest for a while when you are tired of reading.The weather is cold, older people like to eat some soup and water, easy to digest, and hot, Nalan has used salt water and noodles before, ready to eat handmade salt water ramen, is using an enamel basin buckled on the board to wake up, after a while, you have to knead it again, so that the kneaded noodles are gluten.Tian Cheng is here, there is no need for Nalan to knead the dough, the hardness of the salt water pulling face to face is very high, it must be soft and hard, it will stick together when it is soft, and it will break when the ramen is hard.Tian Cheng and noodles are not good, but kneading noodles is okay, so she drove her mother and grandmother into the living room, she peeled two potatoes, cut the whole tofu into finger-thick slices, fried them in oil until golden brown on both sides, and prepared to make noodles.The work of kneading noodles is also exquisite, hand-pulled noodles should be made of wheat flour, cold salt water and noodles, kneaded once in ten minutes, repeated four or five times, and must be kneaded in one direction when kneading, not rubbed indiscriminately.The most troublesome step is at the end, to make the dough into small agents, brush them with sunflower oil and wake up, and then rub the small agents into finger-thick dough sticks, layer by layer in a small basin, brush with oil, cover the basin and wake up again.When you eat it at the end, take it out, one side is a pot of boiling water, the other side is a basin, tear it open casually, throw it in the pot casually, a bowl of medicine is exactly a bowl, a bowl of noodles is only one, poured with diced pork and potatoes, diced tofu, diced tomatoes boiled into a soup, a bowl down, no matter in the stomach or on the body, it is warm.This kind of noodles are smooth and chewy, the entrance is smooth, the fried tofu slices are cut into finger-sized pieces, the fried side is golden, the knife cut side is tender and white, the potatoes are boiled to the point that there are no edges and corners, soft and rustling, and the diced pork is all lean meat, and it tastes so fragrant.This noodle is quite cumbersome and time-consuming, Nalan usually makes two meals at a time, when the weather is cold, the first night is finished, the rest of the raw noodles are brushed with oil caps tightly, and you can make another meal tomorrow morning as an early meal.Song Xiuzhi's mother and daughter came, so naturally they didn't have to eat two meals of this noodles, just four people ate it all at once, Tian Cheng made a cold shredded potato, a sesame spinach rice, and Nalan pickled sweet and sour garlic, the taste is really fragrant.Song Yinqing also came back, and when he talked about the old man's illness at the dinner table, he was a little embarrassed, he had been friends with him for decades, and he had known him since he moved to the county seat, but he suffered a few years ago and was not in good health, and now that he is getting older, he can't afford to be sick.Birth, old age, sickness and death are irreversible laws, although he knows this truth, but when the doctor sees the incurable patient, he still can't help sighing, but fortunately, Tian Cheng is well-behaved, and he finally diverts his attention by picking some topics that the old man is interested in.Speaking of Tian Caihua's illness, Tian Cheng told the symptoms of the pulse and the medicine she used, Song Yinqing held the chopsticks and groaned for a while, nodding slightly: "Yes, the medication is accurate, but in this case, after going back, it is estimated that the patient will have insomnia, and maybe it will be complicated by palpitations." ”Tian Cheng's chopsticks also stopped, stopped eating, and thought for a long time: "Next time I come, I'll give her Bawu soup?"
”The old man nodded and shook his head: "The idea is right, the Bawu soup is a little miscellaneous, and it is more appropriate to use the Gui Spleen Tang with ginger." ”Tian Cheng thought for a while, then suddenly smiled, and raised his thumb with his left hand: "Grandpa, ginger is still old and spicy!"
”The old man continued to eat, looking like I was excellent but I was not proud, in fact, my heart was really beautiful, my granddaughter was young, the pulse was accurate, and the medicine was not bad, his three children did not like to study medicine, and this mantle was inherited by Tian Cheng.Speaking of the resumption of the college entrance examination, Song Yinqing knew that Tian Cheng planned to take the medical department of Kyoto University, and she was even more happy, feeling that she had a successor.Tian Cheng poured a basin of cold water on him: "Grandpa, I want to learn clinical medicine of Western medicine." ”"What?"
The old man had already eaten all the bowls of noodles, and was drinking the noodle soup with the bowl, so he put the bowl down at once: "Why?
”Tian Cheng knew that his grandfather would ask: "Grandpa, I have seriously considered this matter, Chinese medicine pays attention to the tradition of teachers, I have learned quite solidly with you, and I will have more clinical practice in the future, study more ancient books and ancient prescriptions, and I can almost specialize, but there are many things that modern medicine cannot do, I want to learn and study them." ”The old man hesitated for a long time, drank the last mouthful of noodle soup, and put down the bowl: "Okay, I support you." ”()