Trafford Buyers Club

Chapter 827 Give You The Best
Papa Song is a traditional person, but it doesn't seem to mean that he can't accept trendy things.

Old-fashioned parents should have a hard time accepting that their children have their hair dyed like Song Ying's—for her, even her slender eyebrows were dyed the same color.

"Have you met? When?" Father Song was very curious about the meeting between Song Ying and Luo Qiu.

Song Ying sat down at this time.The Eight Immortals Table has only four stools, but five sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Song Ying's stool was arranged on the right side of Luo Qiu, and Song Haoran was on Luo Qiu's left—of course, the Eight Immortals table is spacious enough, and the people sitting down will not feel crowded.

After sitting down, Song Ying said calmly: "I heard that a distinguished guest came to the humble house, so I took some tea from you, Grandpa, to greet her."

Luo Qiu smiled at this time and said: "Miss Song also told me the allusion of Junshan Silver Needle."

"Oh? Really?" Father Song chuckled, looked at Luo Qiu and said, "Don't look at this kid as a little deviant, but he's pretty good at making tea."

"It's a pity that some people chew peonies and don't know how to appreciate them." Song Ying smiled slightly.

Luo Qiu wasn't very angry - he really didn't know how to appreciate it, and secondly, although the Miss Song family who met for the first time seemed to be fighting against each other, compared to the situation where a real dragon who opened a pet hospital planned to use force when he first met much better.

"Yeah, it's a bit wasteful." Luo Qiu nodded, "I don't know how to taste it, but I think the taste is okay. And when Ms. Song makes the tea, it's also very pleasing to the eye."

"Thank you." Song Ying thanked her generously, then smiled and said, "Then I'll take it as a compliment."

Song Haoran easily missed the trace of hostility Song Ying showed at this time, he glanced back and forth between Luo Qiu and Song Ying in embarrassment, and then looked helplessly at Song Lao.

The palm of the hand is fleshy and the back of the hand is fleshy. Although Luo Qiu is a direct descendant of the Song family who has just been found, he also dotes on his late sister's child from the bottom of his heart. Originally, Song Haoran was not much older than Song Ying.

Although the seniority is the relationship between uncle and niece, but the way of getting along is more like the feeling between brothers and sisters.

Father Song chuckled again at this time, looked at Luo Qiu and asked, "Luo Qiu, do you think Xiaoying is pretty?"

Luo Qiu thought for a while, then casually said: "Miss Ying should be a beauty that completely conforms to the public's aesthetics."

Father Song narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm asking you."

Looking towards Song Ying, Luo Qiu saw that in the black and white world, the aura containing the brilliance of life was changing, and Luo Qiu said softly, "It's very special, exuding a fascinating brilliance."

Song Haoran opened his mouth in shock after hearing this, as if meeting Luo Qiu for the first time.Song Ying frowned, always feeling that under Luo Qiu's sight, she subconsciously wanted to find a place to hide.

But... She was suddenly a little uneasy. These questions from Papa Song were so sensitive that almost anyone could see some kind of calculation in Papa Song's mind.

"That's liking?" Father Song's eyes lit up, and he immediately asked.

Song Ying suddenly became nervous... The tension was not revealed, but at the same time she was extremely focused on her hearing.

"I like beautiful things." Luo Qiu said softly, "But not between men and women."

You won't have a girlfriend... Song Haoran subconsciously rubbed the space between his brows.

Father Song nodded, but said: "Everyone has a love for beauty. Appreciation is a good thing... It's getting late, fifth child, let's serve."

"Okay, sir."

Uncle Wu tapped his palms a few times, and then a group of maids lined up left and right, five of them each, each holding a different dish in their hands, and served them.

Uncle Wu introduced each dish, "The ham and bamboo shoot soup is made with the best Jinhua ham and dried bamboo shoots, and the soup base is made of old hen, cabbage, scallops and old ginseng. The fire recipe tastes sweet and mellow, while the dried bamboo shoots are fresh. "Tangtou Gejue" also says, "Single ginseng is well-known for its merits, and the blood can be revived slightly if the blood is removed from the veins; it should be known that full-time ginseng extracts juice from thick ginseng. '..."

"This is 'Eggplant', sliced ​​sliced ​​dried eggplant marinated in vinegar, mixed with various chicken fir, mushrooms and other seven kinds of fungi, five-spice dried tofu, winter bamboo shoots, and dried fruits mixed with sesame oil and seasonings, 'Eggplant' tastes salty and fresh, has a strong bad smell, is slightly sweet, and has a bright color. In addition, this dish comes from "The Story of the Stone". Grandma Liu visited the Grand View Garden, and it is the most meticulously described dish."

"This is……"

It took more than ten minutes to introduce the nine dishes one by one... Probably this is the necessary preparation before enjoying the food.The Song family seemed to have gotten used to such a tradition, and Luo Qiu couldn't help but think of Ren Ziling at this moment.

If she was here, she probably wouldn't bother with so much, but just put a bite into her mouth when serving a dish.

When the last dish was served, Father Song stood up suddenly, took a jar from the servant himself, and placed it in the center of the Eight Immortals table. He looked at Luo Qiu and said, "Buddha jumped the wall, just ten A dish means perfect."

Luo Qiu nodded.

Song Haoran said at this time: "Luo Qiu, do you know that members of our Song family must eat Buddha Jumping over the Wall made by the elders."

Luo Qiu asked curiously, "Is it the ancestor's rules?"

Father Song nodded and said, "Let me tell you a story. In the Ming Dynasty, there was a family with nothing but four walls. Only mother and son depended on each other. Mother was a helper in a restaurant serving tea and water for others. Because of poverty The reason is that the child has never enjoyed anything and is often bullied. On the day of the tenth birthday, the child’s mother came back very late, but when she came back, she brought back an altar of Buddha jumping over the wall made of various precious ingredients .How do you think the mother of this child got these expensive ingredients?"

Luo Qiu thought for a while and said, "The restaurant, is it leftovers?"

Father Song nodded: "That's right, it's the leftovers. On that day, a big family held a grand birthday for the old man, and it was extravagant. But there were a lot of leftovers on every table. So this mother changed from different I took a little from the table, put it in a jar, and took it home."

Father Song kept looking at Luo Qiu's expression, "This mother didn't hide the origin of this pot of Buddha jumping over the wall. She told this child: When these dishes were made, the cook had tried them, so he was the first to eat them. Humans actually eat other people’s leftovers, you are no different from other people’s children, you are also a rich person.”

"The child later obtained fame and fame, and his family gradually developed. He later established a family rule, that is, no matter how poor or rich the descendants are, the elders must personally make a Buddha jumping over the wall for their descendants. .You know, why is that?"

Luo Qiu said: "Reminiscing about sweetness and thinking about bitterness?"

Father Song shook his head, and then said seriously: "This is to let the younger generation know that we will give you the best. No matter how this thing is obtained, it is given by us, and we have given it with our best efforts. I have eaten it, your grandfather has eaten it, Hao Ran has eaten it, and Song Ying has eaten it. Everyone in our Song family has eaten it. Only you and your father have not eaten it."

After speaking, Song Tianyou stood up, silently picked up the fifth set of bowls and chopsticks, put a spoon into the bowl, put it next to Luo Qiu, and then went to Luo Qiu's Added a spoonful to the bowl.

"Today, I will make it for you to eat with my own hands, and you will eat with him."

Luo Qiu nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip, then closed his eyes.The poured emotions are easily melted in the taste buds, maybe it's because of Song Laopa's story, or because there is an extra bowl beside him.

The mellow and rich soup glides through, and the memory brought by the taste also flashes, as if the mother and child in the distant time and space are presented in front of your eyes.

Under the dim yellow candlelight, in front of the wooden table, the mother also personally served a bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall.

She went on to mend the child's clothes, and he ate with relish.

Wealth is very far away, but the warmth brought by candlelight is close by.

Luo Qiu suddenly understood, his grandfather's mood when he was trying to distract Song Tianyou away from the enemy, and he also understood Song's persistence in finding his relatives for decades.

It is a kind of inheritance.

For hundreds of years, the spirit of this Buddha jumping over the wall has been condensed from generation to generation.

The taste left by the previous generation on the next generation.

Give you the best.

"It's a heart-warming taste." Luo Qiu put down the bowl, smiled, and shed a tear at the same time.

The cold house is not cold.

……

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"The clothes and bedding are all new. I don't know if I'm used to it or not. Let's live in it first."

After the meal, Father Song left early. He worked hard for two days to prepare the meals for the night. For his age, it was quite too much for him, so he went to rest early.

Perhaps, he also needs a quieter private space to calm down his mood.

Song Haoran brought Luo Qiu into a unique room, stretched his waist and said, "I'm tired too, let's come here today, rest well, someone will take you to have a good tour of this place tomorrow morning."

Luo Qiu nodded and spent time in the room by himself.

He sat down at the desk and opened a book that Father Song asked Uncle Wu to send. He said it was a book, but in fact it only had a few simple pages. The practice of Buddha jumping over the wall that he ate tonight was said to be from his ancestors. It has been passed down, and every Song family must learn to cook this dish.

This is an isolated copy, handed down from generation to generation, and the handwriting is somewhat blurred.

Luo Qiu thought for a while, then took out the paper and pen, and slowly copied it down.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside.After Luo Qiu put away the recipes of the new copy number, he opened the door, and the person he saw was Song Ying.

"Miss Song, do you have anything else to do with me?"

She didn't put on the cheongsam that could outline her curves, her hair was casually scattered behind her back, and there was the fragrance after bathing.

Denim short skirt and short-sleeved shirt, looking cool, she was leaning against the door of Luo Qiu's room at this time, when she saw Luo Qiu opened the door and came out, she looked him up and down, and then said indifferently: "It's pretty good. Acting."

"Where is it?"

Song Ying sneered and said, "My grandpa is a very affectionate person, especially to his relatives. However, don't think that you can say a few nice words in front of my grandpa, shed a few tears, and pretend to be a well-behaved If you look like this, you can do whatever you want in the Song family and get any benefits."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the Song family's wealth." Luo Qiu smiled slightly: "I just came here to learn about my grandfather."

"Really?" Song Ying said indifferently: "I don't know if you can still say such beautiful words after you really understand the financial resources and power of our Song family?"

"It's so late, looking at Miss Song's outfit, do you plan to go out? Then I won't bother you." Luo Qiu said abruptly.

Ignoring Song Ying's expression, Luo Qiu closed the door with both hands.

But the moment the door was about to close, his white palm lay across the crack of the door, Luo Qiu asked, "Is there anything else?"

Song Ying said calmly: "Grandpa asked me to be your tour guide tomorrow, so you can take a good tour. But there is nothing to see during the day, so go now."

"Now?"

Song Ying blinked her eyes and said, "Why, are you afraid that I'll eat you? You can see more things at night... But if you don't like it, there's no problem. I'll still find you a tour guide at the travel agency tomorrow Yes, don’t count on me, because I still have a lot of work on hand.”

"Okay, then please trouble Miss Song." Luo Qiu nodded.

"Call me Song Ying." Song Ying said indifferently: "How can you say that the blood of the Song family is on your body. My grandfather won't like your name."

"Then where are we going?" Luo Qiu smiled slightly.

"Come with me."

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As soon as Song Haoran came out of the shower, the housekeeper, Uncle Wu, knocked on the door and entered. Song Haoran sat down with a towel on, and poured himself a glass of tequila at the same time, "Uncle Wu, what's the matter?"

"Young master, Miss Ying took Master Qiu out just now."

"Sakura?" Song Haoran was taken aback, then frowned, "Did dad know?"

Uncle Wu shook his head and said, "Master was tired for two days, and fell asleep when he got back to his room. I didn't wake him up. However, I have already called a group of people to follow, so there shouldn't be any problems."

Song Haoran shook the wine glass in his hand, sighed and said, "I'm not afraid that any danger will find them, but I'm afraid that Sakura will suffer a bit."

"Miss Ying?" Uncle Wu couldn't help being surprised: "How is it possible."

Song Haoran smiled and said: "Don't look at my newly found nephew, who has no temper and is very easy to get along with. But in fact, this kind of person is a real idiot. We know what Dad said today, Xiaoying It's normal to have some reactions..."

Uncle Wu said: "Young Master, there is something I want to ask you... What do you think about this Young Master Qiu?"

"It turns out that you and Sakura have different thoughts and are not worried about the same thing?" Song Haoran said indifferently.

Uncle Wu frowned and said: "Eldest son and grandson, this is what the master said personally... Besides, the master seems to be interested in planning to get closer..."

Song Haoran shook his head, looked at the vortex of the tequila in the cup, and said calmly: "I, Song Haoran, can't I build another Song family without this Song family property?"

"I don't mean to deny the ability of the big and the young."

Song Haoran smiled, and then looked out the window at night: "Life is still a bit of a challenge so that it won't be boring... Besides, he might not like the Song family."

"Don't like it?" Fifth Uncle said in amazement: "The Song family is..."

"Probably a kind of intuition." Song Haoran suddenly said, "What he saw may be different from what we see... Maybe it's different."

Song Haoran suddenly took a sip of the tequila in the cup, while playing with the 'Helios Badge' on his body, he said to himself: "That look really looks like that black-horned python..."

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PS1: I only saw it after a delay, thanks to the cute book friend 'Yu Yan' for the reward.

PS2: Bow to the forces of capitalism...

PS3: There is a change, there must be a change... These days, Chongyang ancestor worship is relatively busy, so it is not today, tomorrow (maybe possible), the day after tomorrow (no way), the day after tomorrow (should be feasible)...

PS4: Don't throw big bananas (squatting with your head in your arms)...

(End of this chapter)