Hand made private dish with heart blue(xin lan shou zhi si fang cai xiao chao he bao dan he bao dan de hua li li zhuan shen )

Hand made private dish with heart blue

Introduction:

"Heart blue hand-made private dish [fried poached eggs] - in those years, pure love (soul broken) weekend, the early morning bird song awakened Su, the first ray of the sun shining into the room, as beautiful as gold. Sue gently gets up, washes clean, sits in front of the mirror, when the window manages the cloud temples, pastes the yellow to the mirror. Yesterday, the boy called to talk about today's train adjustment. He won't arrive until afternoon. After breakfast, Su, as usual, came to the grass, bathed in the sun to read, the breeze raised her black hair, very soft. As time went by, Su was immersed in the sea of books and didn't feel hungry. In the twinkling of an eye, it was afternoon He was about to arrive. Sue got up, brushed the grass off her white skirt and walked slowly towards the school gate. In the distance, I saw a thin figure standing there. It was him. Su's heart is like a fawn. Although she is young, she often gets together again after parting. Su always feels as shy and beautiful as her first heart. When she comes near, Su gently calls the boy's name. The boy turned to face the sun and gave Su a brilliant smile. He was wearing a white shirt. It was a nice day The boy took Su's jade hand and walked along the path of the campus. Rustling footsteps echoed Today, he looks very tired. After a short walk, he pulls sue to sit on the stone bench on the side of the road to have a rest. Sue found that the boy's face was very white, thin and haggard, with thin beads of sweat hanging: "you're getting clearer, haven't you slept well? Didn't eat on time? Don't just take care of yourself Sue was very distressed and took out her handkerchief to help the boy wipe away his sweat. The boy tried to squeeze out a smile and said, "I'm so haggard that I don't regret it." "I'm sick, but my mouth is still so poor." The boy took off his backpack and took out a set of the book of Songs: "Happy Birthday to you." Looking at the simple thread bound book, Su felt a trace of sweetness in his heart. He still knew my heart best: "shall we read it together, close the dove, on the river island. My fair lady is a gentleman. The water spinach is mixed and flows from left to right. My fair lady, I'm dreaming of it... " The sound of Langlang's books is sent with the wind, far away It's the weekend again, the drizzle is dancing with the wind like silk, making the world covered with a layer of gauze, hazy and beautiful It's raining. Will he come? Su remembered that the day of deep love was rainy, and she laughed like a child. Look at the alarm clock. If he comes, he should be almost at the school gate by now. Sue held up her oil paper umbrella and walked slowly to the school gate. Time is very early, and under the light rain, and it is the weekend, the school gate empty, very quiet. He didn't come Sue is a bit down. Back in the bedroom, Su as usual, drink tea and read books, roommates also get up, grooming, noisy, Su is so refined, so lonely. Lu Xun said: to drink good tea, you need to cover the bowl. Su Tuoqi tea boat, with the tea cover gently scraping tea surface, tea slightly turn, Su like tea, ha ha. Half closing the tea lid, Su is about to take a sip. The quarrelsome roommate suddenly bumps into Su, and the tea bowl falls down, breaking blue and white all over the floor. Su smiles at her roommate who repeatedly apologizes. She bends over to pick up the broken porcelain. The sharp pieces cut Su's delicate fingertips, a little red Sue's heart suddenly sank. It seems that she hasn't received a call from the boy for a long time. Has it been several weeks? Su has been used to the boy to call him, suddenly found that this voice with the radio has become a part of her life, suddenly missing, heart seems empty. Sue found out that she didn't know the phone number of the boy's dormitory What's his matter? Be sick? Or Su did not dare to imagine, sitting on the phone staring at the red fingertips, time, in anxiety and waiting for a particularly long When the phone rang, Su picked up the receiver in a hurry, completely lost the former elegance and silence: "what's the matter with you? Why didn't you call me for so long? Is he ill? " A strange voice came from the other end of the phone: "are you sue? I'm XX's roommate. He's sick and very serious. Come and see him. His parents have already arrived. It may be too late if it's too late... " As the microphone slips, Su cries. Her roommates look at what they call "even if they hear of a sudden change, they can still smile without saying a word. Mount Tai is collapsing in front of her, but her color remains unchanged." the quiet woman in Gujing, with a pear blossom in the rain, looks pale. It turns out that Su is also so fragile In front of the hospital bed, Su sobs. The boy looks at her weakly. His once bright eyes like stars have lost their brilliance. He tries to squeeze out a smile, and the weak voice comforts su. Su accompanied the boy all the time, reading the book of songs to him and singing for him. Su holds the boy's hand. The cold temperature makes Su feel that the once exuberant vitality is slipping away. Su increases her strength and tries to retain these elves, but finds that she is so weak Early in the morning, Su was awakened by a warmth. She opened her eyes and saw that the boy was wiping away the tears on her face. The boy looked more energetic than before. There was a kind of heat of remembrance in his eyes. Su suddenly felt very scared. She tried to drive the words that broke her heart out of her mind. The boy gave a gentle smile: "Sue, do you know? When you walk slowly from the rain curtain with an oil paper umbrella, if you are wearing a cheongsam, with an ancient bun on your head and the book of songs in your hand, you will be an ancient scroll. It's beautiful. I want to see it. " Sue nodded hard and rushed out of the ward like crazy, running as fast as she could, racing against time and death When Su came back wearing a Qipao, a bun, a paper umbrella and a volume of the book of songs, the boy had already left, his haggard face was full of reluctant and attachment, and his eyes were still wet. Su is unconscious Starry night, Saro trees, flowers, dancing all over the sky. Su quietly stands under the tree, haggard face is still ancient well, let the Saro fall all over. Saro flowers fall, return to dust, see samsara again Qipao, Guji, paper umbrella, book of songs The wind whimpered, as if calling the boy's soul back, to see the heartbroken woman, holding her hand, in the bodhi tree again promised. Flowers bloom and wither. An instant encounter, a long dream. According to the legend of four withered and four prosperous, the Oriental twin trees are "constant and impermanent". Buddha said: looking back 500 times in the past life, only in exchange for the passing of this life. Nasu, how many years have you begged in front of the Buddha to get back this sad love in this life? Vishnu who lives in the roots, Lakshmi who lives in the trunk, Narayan who lives in the branches, King Harry who lives in the leaves, where are you? Is this your gift? If that little pot of dew can't wake you up, Sue is willing to collect dew for you all her life My boy, are you really far away? Only the petals flying in the wind, such as tears in general, is this Saro flower tears, or your tears? I think, Sue, this life, will never love, because her life is complete with you. I think, Sue, I will never wear other clothes or comb other hair styles in my life, because you never forget the ancient scroll like picture you have never seen. I don't know when your soul will return. I think Su will be waiting for you all the time, just to pass you by again in the wind and in the tears of sarosha It was once a place where flowers bloom and linger, where saruo and Shuangshu are as beautiful as ever, only sighing that you are no longer here. The jade case: sarotan. Dream into the Shaluo double tree, looking for an old friend, only to see the shadow sparse. The butterfly in love with the flower. Heaven and man are separated, two sad words, broken soul, sad tears.... "

Production steps:

Step 1: take a little oil from the pan, moisten the bottom of the pan evenly, put the eggs into the pan, fry and shape the bottom

Step 2: turn over several times and fry both sides until golden

Step 3: ginger and garlic cut into rice, millet hot cut into rings, green onion cut into flowers, Douchi bubble hair ready to use

Step 4: cut the poached egg into a triangle

Step 5: take a pot of oil, add ginger, garlic, Douchi, millet and stir fry until fragrant

Step 6: lay the poached eggs and stir fry for 1 minute

Step 7: sprinkle salt and pepper, pour soy sauce, stir fry until fragrant

Step 8: Sprinkle with scallion, stir fry evenly, then take off

Materials required:

Eggs: 3

Spicy millet: moderate

Ginger and garlic: right amount

Douchi: right amount

Shallot: moderate

Oil: 5g

Spicy Salt: 4G

Soy sauce: 3ml

Notes: 1. Fried poached eggs are more flavorful than fried directly with salt. 2. When fried poached eggs, the turning time is when the surface egg liquid is 90% solidified. 3. The native eggs used for heart blue are very delicious. They only need a little spicy salt and soy sauce to flavor

Production difficulty: simple

Process: firing

Production time: 10 minutes

Taste: slightly spicy

Chinese PinYin : Xin Lan Shou Zhi Si Fang Cai Xiao Chao He Bao Dan He Bao Dan De Hua Li Li Zhuan Shen