Life is a Game

My name is Jiang Shoucheng, and I am a doctor.

Don't look at me as a junior doctor, I already have the demeanor of a chief doctor in my head. At the end of my rotation internship in Renyi, I chose to be assigned to the emergency department where the money is less and the work is more. It is not because Director Zhong has saved the life of the third grandfather (of course, in fact, it is also a little bit), but because all the colleagues in the emergency department know my younger brother. craftsmanship.

With the understanding of my colleagues, I am very happy to change shifts and ask for leave every holiday. They know the importance of family dinners to me. colleagues for breakfast.

This also led to the fact that even if I sometimes go to work in the afternoon, the colleagues on the night shift are willing to work an extra morning to wait for me to go to work in the afternoon.

Even my wife, the flower of the orthopedics department, and the daughter of the vice president, were cheated by my younger brother's porridge...

Sorry to take it too far.

I heard that Brother De always thinks that he is my dearest brother. I think he thinks too much. He doesn't know my status and importance in my heart.

Back then, my little brother went to Renyi Doctor to prescribe a small treatment for me!

I know that bringing up this matter is somewhat of a blow to Brother De. In order to prove that I am the most important brother in my heart, let me tell you about what happened on the morning of the New Year's Eve when our family moved into the courtyard and spent the first year in Peking.

I set the alarm clock for 6:30 that morning. At that time, I was not in a relationship with my wife and there was no problem of getting up and eating quietly, so I set the alarm clock aboveboard, both ringing and vibrating, for fear that I would not wake up.

I know that with my younger brother's cautious personality, he will definitely get up before 6 o'clock in order to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner. But my younger brother is a considerate person. He doesn’t start making breakfast as soon as he wakes up. If he wants to have a hot breakfast as soon as possible, he will cook me a small stove. Waking up at 6:30 is the best choice.

After being woken up by the alarm clock, I put on my pajamas and quietly left the room. Sure enough, everyone was still awake at this time.

It was a bit cold, so I wrapped my cotton pajamas and ran to the kitchen quickly.

The younger brother is frying the sauce in the kitchen, and the smell of fried sauce permeates the whole kitchen, covering the smell of preserved egg and lean pork porridge.

I looked at the pot, looked at the stretched noodles, and looked at the fried sauce, and asked, "Little brother, shall we have preserved egg porridge and noodles with fried sauce this morning?"

"Yes." The younger brother said, "Eat something to fill your stomach in the morning. In the morning, I will reconcile the dumpling fillings for you to make dumplings. If you are hungry at noon, you can cook some dumplings."

I nodded, thinking the arrangement was fine but something was missing.

If it's just for fried noodles and preserved egg and lean pork porridge, I can get up at 8 o'clock, instead of being woken up by the alarm clock in the cold wind early in the morning.

I glanced at the edge of the chopping board, there was a pot of shredded radishes that had already been cut, it was obvious that my younger brother started working on dumpling stuffing early in the morning.

It would be disrespectful if I asked for something else to eat.

"Breakfast isn't ready yet, little brother, let me help you chop the minced meat." I rolled up my sleeves and said.

Chopping minced meat is physical work, and my younger brother is already tired enough to work on the New Year's Eve dinner. How can he be allowed to do this kind of work?

Thinking about it this way, I feel that I am really a caring and good brother.

The younger brother seemed to think so too, looking at his expression he was a little surprised and a little moved.

The younger brother pointed me to a few pieces of pork belly and lean meat and asked me to chop them into minced meat. I tried my best to chop the meat, fast and hard, and while I was chopping, I wondered whether I would let my younger brother secretly bake a pancake for me, or How about asking my younger brother to secretly fry a pot of spring rolls for me?

I looked around quietly, there was no spring roll skin, it seemed that my brother was not going to fry spring rolls.

That's right, I'm not good at making these gadgets. I heard that I'm learning how to make egg-filled pancakes recently, so please ask me to make egg-filled pancakes for me later.

If it’s really not possible, you can fry a meatloaf alone, and you don’t need to add carrots and cucumbers. Just sprinkle some starch, beat an egg in it, stir it, and fry it with pure meat.

I remember when I was a child, I ate the meatloaf fried by my grandfather. It was made of pure meat, without any seasoning except salt and rice wine. When frying, apply a little oil, and both sides were fried crispy, and the mouth was full of meat in one bite. Pieces, much better than the pork patties sold in the orthopedic cafeteria.

It's a pity that I only ate it that time. My younger brother's cooking skills are better than that of grandpa, and the fried meatloaf must be better than grandpa's.

Looking at the fat and thin minced meat under the knife, I seem to smell the fragrance of the meat pie.

"Little brother, I think..."

"Brother Cheng, it's fine to chop the minced meat like this. I think the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat is almost ready. Do you want to have a bowl first?"

I resolutely put down the knife and took the bowl to serve the porridge.

After a mouthful of hot porridge, I miss the meatloaf even more.

My porridge cooking skills are still as good as ever. Although the porridge with preserved egg and lean meat all over the world has the same taste, what I cook is better than others. It is more fragrant than other porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. Even more memorable.

If only there was a crispy, juicy patty.

Perhaps seeing my loss, the younger brother asked very caringly: "Brother Cheng, is it a little dull to just drink porridge?"

I nod wildly.

The younger brother thought for a while and said, "Yesterday Qiqi wanted to eat Roujiamo. I made three of them for her but she only ate two. I put the other one in the refrigerator."

"After a day in the refrigerator, the taste and texture may not be as good as when it was first made. Brother Cheng, if you don't mind, I'll warm up the Roujiamo in the refrigerator for you."

"I don't mind, little brother, why would I mind the Roujiamo you made?" I said hastily.

The younger brother took out a Roujiamo from the refrigerator and gave it to me in the microwave for two minutes.

Even though the skin of the overnight meat buns was not crispy, the meat was not fragrant, and the dry ones were not tasty at all. But the younger brother thought of me when there was only one Roujiamo, so leave this Roujiamo for me to eat!

Although this Roujiamo was originally made for Qiqi, it is enough to show that my position in my younger brother's heart is second only to his wife, and I am undoubtedly his dearest brother.

Although Roujiamo is not delicious, the heart behind this Roujiamo is delicious enough.

I devoured the entire Roujiamo, drank four bowls of porridge, and put the bowls on the stove, feeling unsatisfied.

"Brother Cheng, wait for another two minutes, the fried sauce will be ready soon." The younger brother reminded.

"Okay."

I noticed that something seemed to be simmering on the stove next to the fried sauce.

"Is there broth in this stew pot, brother?" I asked.

"Yes." The younger brother nodded, "Today's New Year's Eve dinner requires two kinds of broth. This pot is specially made, and it needs to be kept on the stove with a low heat to keep it warm without removing the cover, otherwise the aroma will dissipate and it will be almost tasteless."

Suddenly, I have more expectations for the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening.

Just as the fried sauce was coming out of the pan, the sisters Juanqing and Junlian entered the kitchen as if they smelled the aroma.

Neither of them were surprised to see me, obviously coming as prepared as I was and wanting some extra food. It's a pity that the only Roujiamo boy has been given to me, and they have nothing to eat.

Thinking about it this way, I feel that the Roujiamo just now is much more delicious.

"Happy New Year, Brother Cheng!" Jun Lian was the sweetest girl, and the first thing she did when she entered the door was to wish her New Year greetings.

"The two of you came just in time, the porridge and fried sauce are ready, and you can eat fried noodles when I order for you." The younger brother said with a smile.

"Of course, Juanqing and I came here in time." Junlian acted as if she understood very well, and took a bowl of porridge with Juanqing.

Just now I ate four bowls of porridge and a meat bun, which was a bit too much. I wanted to save my stomach for a big meal at night, so I changed to a small bowl to eat noodles with fried sauce.

I have to say that although my younger brother's ramen noodles are not as good as my grandfather and uncle's, the fried sauce technique is really top-notch. The salty and sweet fried sauce is paired with the refreshing dish, even if you add two spoonfuls, just mix well and it will be very appetizing and delicious.

After a bowl of Zhajiang Noodles, I was a little bit unsatisfied, resisting the urge to have another bowl and preparing to leave.

"Hey, brother Cheng, do you only eat a small bowl of fried noodles? Don't you want to eat more?" Juanqing was a little strange seeing that I only ate a bowl of fried noodles.

"No, no, no." I waved my hand, "I just drank 4 bowls of porridge and couldn't eat it."

Actually I can still eat it.

"You two eat slowly, I'll go first."

I suppressed the pride in my heart and quickly left the kitchen. The sisters Juan Qing and Jun Lian would never have imagined that I not only drank 4 bowls of porridge, but also ate a meat bun specially given to me by my younger brother.

Hey, I really am my brother's favorite brother.

Favorite!