The rice was steaming and her face was hidden in the steam for a moment. He smelled the smell of rice.

This is the smell of good rice.

Good rice is just a sealed fragrance. You should add a proper amount of water, soak it for a proper time, then cook it with a good rice cooker. After jumping to keep warm, stew it for a proper time, and the fragrance will burst out, just like a small bottle full of balsam is broken.

She is the best cook he has ever met, he said. She replied, "I respect Amy." However, only respect good rice. "

When he washed his hands and sat at the table, two bowls of rice were already on the table. There is an empty bowl on his side. She served two small blue-and-white dishes, one containing a dozen yellow snails, one like translucent jade, with a faint ink color, and the other containing coriander hearts and tender sauce color.

Finally, she brought a small crock. This is the focus of his hope. I immediately opened the lid and took a look. There were green, white and red inside, which was very pleasing to the eye. He scooped half a bowl of soup from the crock himself. Clear soup color, no oil flowers, green vegetables, white tofu, and three or five red medlars, but nothing else. But it's delicious. It is plain and mellow; It is thick and completely light; It is light and sweet, and there is no modification of monosodium glutamate and chicken essence at all, which is as natural as clear water hibiscus.

Just one bite, the whole stomach is comfortable. After slightly scalding, it is clear, fragrant, sweet and slippery ... It blooms on the tongue in turn, and the senses that have been numb for a whole day are revived. The remaining tendons of green vegetables resist the teeth a little gently and pleasantly, the tender and smooth tofu caresses the mouth, and the soup goes down the esophagus and gurgles all the way to the comfort of ironing the stomach.

It's really good soup. ?

He drank two bowls in a row, and then ate, with yellow mud snails and Chinese cabbage, one slippery and the other crisp, all of which were hammers for eating. Unconsciously, I ate a bowl of rice. He didn't add any more, but drank a bowl of soup again. Then put the bowl down and smile at her.

Their home is an enviable platinum family. Platinum means both rich and white-collar.

First, he was an official cadre who ate the imperial salary. Later, he didn't want to look at people's faces and went to the sea early. He has become a man of the hour in this city, and his manners and speech have won attention and praise.

He has been married for seventeen or eighteen years. His wife is his college classmate, and she was also a beautiful girl in school. Even now, she is as fresh and lovely as green leaves without makeup. Because of such a wife, he is not easy to surprise other women.

The appearance of DuDu was an accident. This is a girl who is 20 years younger than herself. She is beautiful and comes from a good family. There is no suspicion of approaching a man for money.

At first, I really didn't feel tempted, but Dudu was really a crystal vase, and because of his hopeless love, this crystal vase stood on the edge of the cliff and could fall to pieces at any time. Finally, he had to reach out and catch her.

He doesn't go home for dinner very often. Later, he didn't even come back at night. He said that he was too busy to come back. Later, he said that he wanted to be alone.

Her silence, long and fine silence, the weight made him feel oppressed, but he didn't dare to hang up. Finally, she said, "Well, if you want to come back for dinner, just call."

This is her character, and it is impossible to take the initiative to pick it out and attack it. Over the years, he has always felt that he chose the right person to marry, and now he feels this way again.

Fresh love, fresh madness, fresh atmosphere, a few months passed like flying.

The problem is an unexpected small problem-they will still be hungry.

He is half a public figure, so he can't take her out to eat, so he has to order takeout.

Slowly, eating became a chore, because it tasted bad. It's really sloppy, some are hard, some are dry, and some are sawdust. He misses a bowl of fragrant, soft and elastic rice, and even more misses a bowl of hot and moist soup that wakes up the taste.

Finally, one day, he couldn't help telling Dudu, who was so excited to cook in the kitchen, but made his stomach suffer, about his wife's can of white water vegetable soup. He finally said, "People who can really cook can cook even the simplest dishes very well."

When she heard the doorbell ring, she thought it was him for a second. However, she immediately knew that it was not.

A young girl appeared in front of her. The girl said, "Call me Dudu, I am a friend of your husband."

She understood immediately. She invited her in, just like a polite woman treats her husband's friends.

Dudu said, "Thank you for receiving me. In fact, I came here today just to eat your cooking. " Seeing the surprise on her face, Dudu hurriedly explained, "I always hear him boast that your simplest dishes can be cooked the best. It's really strange."

She seemed a little embarrassed, thought for a moment and said, "Well, you can have a light meal here."

She took a sip of soup.

She gave a "wow-"without thinking, and then looked at the hostess in disbelief: "Is this the white water cabbage soup?"

The hostess said, "Does he call it that?"

"Can you tell me how to do it?" DuDu has a sincere face.

The hostess paused, as if with a slight sigh, and then said, "There are many things to prepare. Good ribs, Jinhua ham, grass chicken in northern Jiangsu, live shrimp in Taihu Lake, bamboo shoots, clams and mushrooms in Moganshan, plus a crab in Yangcheng Lake when there is a crab, all two. Put all these things in a crock and stew them for three or four hours with slow fire. Add enough water at a time, without salt or seasoning. When you're done, fish out all those things and don't leave any crumbs. Wait until you want to eat, then put the tofu and vegetables down. These things can absorb oil by the way. "

Dudu gasped at the air conditioning. This is the so-called white water vegetable soup! How deep this woman's heart is! What nonsense did that man say? He enjoys this kind of thing every day, but thinks it can be made very easily and simply. He really doesn't understand his wife at all. At this moment, DuDu deeply understood the woman in front of him.

"Do you make such a can of soup every day?"

"Yes. Go shopping in the morning, then prepare slowly in the morning and stew slowly in the afternoon. "

"Then how did you prepare today? He's not ..."

"Accustomed to it, maybe he will come back today?"

Dudu stayed there alone for a long time before saying, "You are amazing!" "

The hostess paused for a moment, and then said softly in absentia, "He has worked so hard all day, it's good to let him drink more soup!"

Dudu tilted his head, thought carefully and said, "I'm not you."

She left as suddenly and without warning as when she came.

It has passed 1 month. In the evening, the woman is in the kitchen as usual, and the soup pot is on the gas stove, steaming slightly.

The doorbell rings. He opened the door, but it was him. She paused and blurted out, "Why, I forgot my key?"

He replied, "Yes."

At this time, he was sure that he could sit at the table and wait as before.

She came with a big tray. There are two bowls of rice, two dishes and a small crock. This is what he missed, and he couldn't help saying, "I'll have soup first."

He scooped half a bowl of soup from the crock. Still green, white and red, still clear soup color, no oil flowers. He took a quick sip, and just one sip changed his face. Like being pulled out of a warm quilt, I was surprised and angry, and I hoped to wake up at once and find it was a dream, so I could collapse back into the warm quilt.

"What kind of soup is this?" He didn't dare to spit it out, struggled to swallow a mouthful of soup in his mouth and asked earnestly.

"White water vegetable soup."

"Why is it so bad? The previous soup was not like this!" He protested in grievance.

She took a sip, and then said, "White water vegetables, what flavor do you want?"

She didn't even look at him again, ate the last bite, and then looked him in the eye and said, "Our family may have to hire an hourly worker in the future. I found a job and went to cooking school to take classes."

He was taken aback, and the terrible soup just now seemed to churn again. "For such a big thing, don't discuss with me. What's wrong with you now? "When the words came out, he regretted it. He is the one who is indefensible!

However, she didn't seize the opportunity to fight back, and even said nothing. She just glanced at him. This glance made him really start to feel stupid. The eyes are clear, but deep and blurred, like white steam from the wellhead in an deserted garden in the dark night, which makes people feel cold all over.