宁毅没想到刚住进老岳的小木屋就病倒了,重感冒,发烧,人沾着工具房的铁架床昏昏欲睡。他依稀记得老岳烧菜真不赖,第一顿晚饭淳朴家常:萝卜干炒腊肉、油炸花生米、清炒小白菜,外加一盆鸡蛋野菜汤。宁毅甩开腮帮子吃,吃完,抹抹滑亮的嘴唇,家常菜的美味存留在遍布温暖的身体里,舌齿间香气醇厚。那一刻,宁毅认为老岳若不做铁路巡道工,改做饭馆厨师的话,也能继续挖掘出他的厨艺潜质。 Ning Yi did not think just lived in Laoyue’s cabin fell ill, a cold, fever, people stained bed with the tool bed metal bed sleepy. He vaguely remembered Lao Yue cooking really good, the first dinner simple homemade: dried radish fried bacon, fried peanuts, stir-fried cabbage, plus a pot of egg wild soup. Ning Yi shirk cheeks to eat, eat, wipe slippery lips, home cooking delicious stay in a warm body, mellow aroma between the tongue. At that moment, Ning Yi thought that if Lao Yue did not do the railway patrol work and changed his restaurant chef, he could continue to dig out the potential of his cooking skills.