Dad Mu and Mom Mu worked all night, and the lights in the living room were bright all night.

At around six o'clock, Qiao Nan was woken up by a charming fragrance. When he came out, he found that Mu's father and Mu's mother were no longer at home.

He looked for the fragrance in a daze. The kitchen light was still on. In the slight morning light, he lit up a note on the dining table. He picked it up and saw that it was a row of words written in a crooked manner.

"Your dad and I went out. The tea eggs and hot soup your dad made yesterday were hot in the kitchen. After eating, I went to school before I could eat it-Mom stayed."

Oh, Qiao Nan woke up and woke up. He remembered that the Mu parents said yesterday that they were going to go to the Youth Square to sell breakfast.

The couple is really efficient. They have finished all the ingredients in one night. They can no longer see the spectacular pickled pepper section of Dad Mu yesterday in the house. Qiao Nan touched it into the kitchen and the aroma became more and more intense, and it was emitted from a small pot on the stove.

When I opened it, I saw the dark brown soup and the eggs floating inside. The eggs had been peeled off. Not many, seven or eight, and they looked round and full, and were soaked in an attractive luster.

You can also see some tea stems stuck to it.

Tea stems...

Qiao Nan was silent for a while on the valuable tea cake that Qiao Yuanshan had collected for many years, but this mood was quickly dispelled - for no other reason, this pot of tea eggs was really too fragrant.

Of course Qiao Nan has eaten this kind of common snack that can be seen everywhere. Not to mention anything else, almost every restaurant sells this in the popular breakfast stalls around Twelve Middle School. To put it more carefully, tea eggs are nothing more than eggs cooked in the braised sauce. The taste is slightly richer than boiled eggs. What else is special about it?

After getting up, Young Master Qiao, who had empty stomach bags, touched the bowl and chopsticks and took out an egg and bit it down, and sincerely apologized to the tea egg in his heart.

He was wrong, this is obviously too special, okay?

The faint tea aroma mixed with unique braised soup poured into the mouth while the eggs were squeezed and penetrated into every taste bud. Qiao Nan couldn't eat anything in the soup at all. He just felt that it was salty and light and had a very mellow aftertaste. The tooth-stretched egg whites had completely jumped out of the light original flavor and became fragrant and palatable. What's even stranger was that even the egg yolks tasted not dry at all. They were clearly cooked, but they still showed a soft-boiled gelatin.

Because I have increased my energy consumption recently, my body's appetite has been much larger than before. Qiao Nan stopped after eating two eggs in a row. He was still unsatisfied and opened the lid of the small soup pot next to him.

The soup pot is filled with Hu La soup, which is probably made by Mu's father temporarily before he left the house. After a while, it has become warm and cool, just right at a good temperature.

A faint pepper smell came to the face with the sticky soup, and the meat, diced mushrooms, and shredded vegetables were just right. Fresh scallions and coriander were sprinkled on top, and then stirred in Mu's own special chili oil. After taking a sip, it was salty, fresh and spicy, making people feel refreshed.

His mood suddenly became very high. Qiao Nan stood in the kitchen and ate full, then looked around, pulled a fresh bag, scooped out a few tea eggs left in the pot, and while the temperature was still hot, he went back to the room to wash and dress and jumped off the window to run in the morning.

****

Mu Xiang thought about it when he received the text message, he was still confused: "Why are you here?"

Qiao Nan originally wanted to ask her if she was better off, but when she saw her, her brows first raised: "...Why are you wearing so much?"

It was already the beginning of spring. Although City A was still cold, it was no longer as low as before the New Year. But Mu Xiangyan put on a sweater and a down jacket, which made Qiao Nan's wise and tall body look like a stupid thing.

Mu Xiang thought it was difficult to walk like this by being confiscated. She recalled the experience of being intercepted by Qiao Rui and Qiao's father before she came out, and said helplessly: "I want to thank you for your father and your elder brother for your concern."

Although he had seen some changes in his family, Qiao Nan couldn't adapt after hearing such content. After all, he had been alienated for too long. He could not imagine the scene where his elder brother and his father told him to put on his clothes. After pausing, he handed out the thing he was carrying: "...Forget it, then, this is the tea egg cooked by your father."

Mu Xiangyan was stunned for a while and slowly reached out to follow.

She lacked some realism - this was done by her father.

Not long ago, when I learned from Qiao Nan that the other party had started cooking, my palpitations had not passed. I saw the finished product without any preparation. She stared at the bag silently - the tea eggs still had a residual heat, soaked in a small amount of soup, and could smell the vague fragrance that drifted through the plastic bag.

Mu Yaoya suddenly remembered when he was a child. Before his father had an accident, he often taught her how to cook. His father's works were always the most popular. Even the leaders of the surrounding brother factories often came to eat free meals. A large pot of hundreds of tea eggs, and sometimes they would be snatched up as soon as they were carried into the cafeteria.

Xiao Mu thought that I really admired my father at that time. His father was tall, handsome, funny and gentle, and took care of his family. When he was with his father, he didn’t have to worry about anything and could always learn a lot.

From when did the pillars in my mind gradually become replaced by my thin and hunched body?

The egg still had some remaining warmth. Mu Xiangyan carefully opened it, took a bite slowly, and a bite of gentle water was stained with calm vision.

So many years have passed, and my father is still not old. The food he cooks can penetrate the taste of time.

However, Mu Xiangyan was moved for a while at the current situation, and his face slowly calmed down.

Qiao Nan, who was standing next to him, was just waiting for thanking him with his pockets in his hands, but unexpectedly, he got the other party's unwilling look in the next second.

Qiao Nan was stunned and said a few words to me. I came to deliver tea eggs early in the morning. If you don’t thank me, forget it, I will still look at me like this?

Seeing that he was completely like he had already been in Mu Dad's honey pot with good cooking skills, Mu Thinking about his situation, his mentality was a bit broken.

This has to start early in the morning.

In order to save money, Mu Xiangxiang has developed the good habit of getting up early while memorizing words while making breakfast. After Qiao Yuanshan and Qiao Rui returned, she has to make several times more weight every day.

So after the high fever faded, she got up early today and went downstairs. Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped down the stairs, she noticed an extraordinary atmosphere.

I don't know whether this atmosphere should be described as stagnant or nervous, but it is not so relaxing. Mu Xiangyao immediately had a bad premonition in her heart, and soon she realized that she had guessed correctly.

Because immediately afterwards, Qiao Yuanshan, wearing the pink apron of Peppa Pig, came out of the kitchen. Seeing her, a kind smile appeared on her chubby face: "Did you get up so early?"

Mu Xiangyao stared at the flour covered in his hands for a while: "...what are you doing?"

"Bun!" Qiao Yuanshan's answer was very popular, "You don't have to be busy today. Dad will make breakfast, just wait and eat later."

As he said that, he went into the kitchen to work hard.

The kitchen of Qiao's family was very large, but at this time it was so messy that there was no place for Zhongdao. In front of Qiao Yuanshan, a basin seemed to be filled with fillings, with one hand, a sauce bottle and the other hand, a yellow wine bottle, staring at a light screen on the wall and putting things in the basin.

“Adjust amount of rice wine…”

Dongdongdongdongdongdongdong poured down half a bottle.

“Adjust amount of soy sauce…”

Half a bottle.

"A little salt..."

Three spoons of krakka.

"Douban sauce, bean paste..."

Half a jar of bean paste has been in.

The meat filling in the bowl and the green onions that were cut in uneven lengths were mixed without telling each other. The original color could no longer be seen, and the smell of smell of smelly insoles.

Luo Meisheng followed behind and tried to stop him: "You said you were busy early in the morning and you still had to go to the company later. Don't get tired of yourself."

Qiao Yuanshan, who had just tasted the life of a husband, seemed to be full of fighting spirit: "Not tired! It's natural for me to take care of my son. What's the tiring thing about making breakfast for my son?"

"………………” Luo Meisheng saw that the entire Nakajima was trembling when he was a child, so he had to change his way tactfully, "…You said you have no experience. I only made porridge for the first time yesterday, so I challenged Xiaolongbao today. Will it be too difficult? Maybe the child doesn't like it?"

Qiao Yuanshan showed a proud smile: "No, I'm still a little talented. You forgot that ginger porridge was the first time I made yesterday. Even Nannan's friend said it tasted good."

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly paused, and his eyes swept at Luo Meisheng with condemnation: "It's just your taste."

Luo Meisheng simply wanted to kneel down, the world is so conscience!

But Qiao Yuanshan was completely obsessed with the joy of taking care of his son. He once again added fifty milliliters of high-end champagne to the basin of meat that was getting darker and more and more, and continued to stir happily!

Having said that, Mu Xiangyao raised his head and sighed, his face pale.

Qiao Nan opposite her was completely stunned, his mind was full of the taste of the pot of porridge he drank yesterday. He looked at Mu Xiangyao with an unspeakable embarrassment: "...I'm sorry."

Although the relationship is not very good, the one who causes trouble is his own father after all.

Especially with the comparison of Mu Dad, who is proficient in cooking, the difficulty of the clearance dungeon that Mu Xiangxiang opened is simply hell mode.

"……never mind."

No matter how skilled she is, after all, Qiao Yuanshan’s starting point for cooking starts with kindness. Mu Xiangxiang was still relieved after struggling for a while. After eating the last egg, she wiped her mouth: "After all, your father cares about you, too."

Qiao Nan was stunned for a moment. After feeling the wonderful emotions in his heart, he lowered his head and chuckled.

"You're talking a lot."

However, along the way back, I couldn't help but smile on my face.

But halfway through, his steps suddenly paused.

It seems that I have forgotten something?

Qiao Nan stood still, thought for a while, and had a roundabout way, but couldn't find a clue.

Forget it, it must be an illusion.

****

At this moment, the Mu family, in a narrow room.

Mu Song sat up tiredly from the bed amid the vibration of the fourth alarm - he hung his clothes all night yesterday, and later he was also hung in his dream, which made him feel exhausted.

A strong fragrance filled the room, which made him feel a little motivated to get up. Mu Song raked his hair, got up and dressed, and opened the wardrobe and reached out to a pair of ripped jeans as before, he paused slightly.

My sister's sarcastic smile suddenly popped out when she was scanding her back and forth last night.

Mu Song: “…………………”

Half a minute later, he raised his arm and turned to the casual pants next to the ripped jeans.

I don’t know why I always feel that I’m particularly frustrated when changing my clothes today. In short, he can be said to be very unhappy. Mu Song opened the door with a stinky face, and saw the note on the dining table through the light. He picked it up and glanced at it. He turned around and walked towards the kitchen indifferently.

There was already a set of bowls and chopsticks next to the stove with traces of use. Mu Song knew who did it. After dinner, he didn't even know how to wash a bowl. He was speechless about his sister who had never seen before, so he threw the bowls and chopsticks into the sink.

Then he recalled the message on the note, took a pair of bowls and chopsticks, returned to the stove, reached out and uncovered the lid of the pot.

again:"………………"

In the dark-brown braised soup... except for the tea stems, there are only tea stems.

All are.

Tea stems.
To be continued...