Food starts with noodles

He really deserves to be the king of coercion, he has to pretend to be coercive wherever he goes.

Xu Zhuo even felt like turning around and pasting eight words on the old man's back: "Pretend like the wind, always with me."

But the old man has a few apprentices who are really rich, so it's not a strange thing to give top-notch Biluochun.

Of course, the top-grade Biluochun mentioned here is the most expensive one that can be bought on the market, and some luxury teas that participate in auctions or circulate in a small area are not included in this list.

It doesn't matter whether that kind of tea is good or not, because people spend a lot of money to buy it, mainly to enhance their status and identity, not to drink it.

After pouring the tea, Zhang Yuejin asked everyone to taste it.

Holding the teacup, Xu Zhuo pretended to be very experienced and took a sip. The tea was really fragrant, but when he thought of the price of at least tens of thousands of dollars a catty, he immediately became envious again.

I feel that what I drink is not tea, but water boiled with money.

After tasting the tea, Zhang Yuejin asked the nanny, "Is the old man awake? If he wakes up, we will go up."

The nanny walked to the side with the walkie-talkie, and after asking a question, the pot replied: "I'm already awake, and I'm eating..."

When Zhang Yuejin heard this, he got up and said to the old man, "Brother Xu, let's go, I'll take you to see my father."

A group of people followed him to the living room. Xu Zhuo was just about to go to the stairs, but Zhang Yuejin rushed to him and said, "My child, there is an elevator here, so you don't need to take the stairs."

After speaking, he clicked the button on the wall, and the elevator door beside Xu Zhuo thought it was a decorative wall opened automatically.

After entering the elevator, Xu Zhuo was still in shock.

Sure enough, if you don't get in touch with local tyrants, you don't know how poor you are.

This kind of life with elevators installed in luxury houses and bungalows.

I, Xu Lemon, express my real name envy!

Chapter 233 The strength is not allowed

On the third floor, Zhang Yuejin led everyone into a room.

The room was very large, and the front door was covered with frameless glass. It was only then that Xu Zhuo noticed that there was actually a river behind the villa. The river was not wide, but it was beautifully constructed.

All kinds of green plants and flowers, coupled with clear river water, this quiet environment, in a city like Rongcheng, is indeed worth an eight-figure value.

There is a sofa and a coffee table in front of the glass, and an old man in a nightgown is sitting on the sofa, enjoying the beautiful scenery outside, while sipping the food fed by others.

Hearing the sound of the door, he turned his face with difficulty, and stared at the old man carefully, the wrinkles on his face gradually stretched.

"It looks exactly like your father, come here, come and sit."

The old man had a pale complexion, was very thin, and spoke weakly, but his eyes were piercing, and he was in good spirits.

Several people walked over and sat down in order of priority.

The old man sat next to the old man Zhang, and Xu Zhuo sat at the end.

When the old man exchanged greetings with Mrs. Zhang, he had nothing to do. He was huddled in front of the frameless window, admiring the beautiful scenery outside.

Originally, Xu Zhuo thought that the two old men would be speechless, but they didn't expect to stop chatting for twenty minutes.

In the beginning, Wei Junming was able to interject a few words, but as the two old men started chatting about the capital, Wei Junming couldn't interject at all.

He walked to Xu Zhuo's side, saw Xu Zhuo looking at the scenery outside, and couldn't help but said, "The housing prices around here are very expensive, and the houses in the neighborhood opposite are townhouses, which are cheaper than here, about [-] to [-] yuan One square meter, it seems that the entire vicinity of Huanhuaxi is a high-end community."

"You have been looking here for a long time, do you want to settle down here?"

Boss Xu smiled and said nothing.

Of course he thought about it, but unfortunately his strength didn't allow it.

The houses here need to start at tens of millions, and with his level of earning money, he can only think about it.

I still have to earn money, as much as I have money, I can live in such a picturesque place.

You can also enjoy your own tranquility in this bustling city.

"Xiaozhuo, bring me my bag."

The old man was so busy chatting that he forgot that Xu Zhuo still had his bag in his hand.

Xu Zhuo got up and took the bag over, and handed the bag to the old man.

The old man Zhang looked at Xu Zhuo, and asked the old man, "Is this your grandson? He looks so handsome. If you look at him a few years ago, he will definitely be a character."

He spoke authentic Beijing movies, which really surprised Xu Zhuo.

Generally, people who have been away from home for many years can rarely speak such a pure accent, especially in places like Rongcheng, no matter whether people from the south or the sea, they will basically be biased by the Sichuan dialect when they come here.

But there is no trace of Sichuan dialect in Mrs. Zhang's words.

This reminded him of Northeast dialect, which also has a strong assimilation gene.

I wonder if Mr. Zhang, who has lived in the Northeast for decades, can maintain this pure Beijing accent.

The old man took out a thread-bound book whose cover had long since disappeared from his bag.

It is said to be a book, but it is actually a stack of papers sewn together, which may fall apart at any time.

"Uncle Zhang, my dad passed it on to me. He said that it was an old recipe that you two discovered together in the capital. I brought it here, and it still has your handwriting on it."

Mrs. Zhang became interested as soon as he heard it: "Really? Hurry up, bring my glasses, I have to take a good look at them, it's been almost 70 years, I forgot about this..."

He put on his reading glasses, and the old man carefully opened the menu, all of which were written in small letters with a calligraphy brush, with neat strokes.

Xu Zhuo stared at it for a while, but it was all in traditional Chinese characters, and the corners of every page were almost incomplete. He looked at it for a while but couldn't figure out why, so he just gave up.

However, Mrs. Zhang looked at it very seriously. While watching, he told the old man interesting stories about writing this recipe at the time. Obviously, when he saw this recipe, it reminded him of many past events.

"Your father was already well-known in the capital at that time, and many people were proud to eat his dishes. Although my family is also a culinary family, I was young and no one knew me."

"Your dad came to me and asked me if I was interested in writing a cookbook about court cuisine with him. At that time, there was no such thing as four major cuisines and eight generations of cuisines, and Lu cuisine referred to court cuisine."

"My grandfather used to be the chief and deputy steward of the imperial dining room with your grandfather. I know that there is a recipe book of palace dishes in the palace, which records all the dishes made in the imperial dining room, but it was lost later. Both my family and your family are looking for it. not."

"So your dad came to me and wanted to restore this book with me. At that time, the family taught by example and precept, and we were cooking since elementary school. I really recalled a lot."

"Look at this, I'm the one who writes lowercase letters a little irregularly, because I was a kid and didn't take writing seriously, unlike your father, who is good at writing and cooking, and is proficient in everything."

While flipping through the pages, he was talking about interesting stories from the past. Although Xu Zhuo didn't really understand some of the past events, the old man Zhang's Beijing movie was like a storyteller, and it was quite interesting to listen to.

Almost halfway through the page, Mrs. Zhang said, "The rest should have been written by your father after he moved to the Central Plains, without my handwriting."

Then he looked at the content about him in the diary, closed his eyes and recalled the past with Mrs. Xu in the capital.

Obviously, he still has fresh memories of his life in the capital. At that time, his family had a big restaurant, and his life was carefree, which anyone would miss.

It was almost noon, and the old man was a little tired. He waved his hand at Zhang Yuejin: "Go, get the box next to my bed."

Zhang Yuejin was a little confused, but he went to get it anyway.

Only now did Xu Zhuo notice that this room was actually a suite, and the old man's bedroom was next to it. Now this room should be the old man's reception room.

These rich people are really particular.

In addition to being envious, Boss Xu felt sour again.

After taking the box, Mrs. Zhang opened it tremblingly, and took out a book that was more worn and thicker than the old man's.

"The reason why I left the capital at that time was because I found this recipe book that had been handed down from the palace. It was found in a royal mansion..."

Wow, this is a cultural relic.

"But this is just one of them. I don't know where the rest are. There are some stir-fried and cold dishes in it, and none of the essential parts..."

The essence of what he said is the hanging soup. In the past, there was no chicken essence and monosodium glutamate, and all kinds of soups were used to enhance the freshness.

When Xu Zhuo was in a daze, Mrs. Zhang suddenly stuffed the box over: "Son, it's the first time we meet, I'll give you this recipe..."

what?

Xu Zhuo didn't even react.

This meeting ceremony is too heavy, right?

Chapter 234 You Will Always Be My Sweetie

Boss Xu didn't dare to answer.

Xu Wenhai said from the side: "It's too expensive, we can't take it, this...just give me calligraphy and painting or something..."

His interruption made everyone happy.

The old man pushed the box back: "Uncle Zhang, we really can't have this dish book. If you like it, you can keep this dish book. Yuejin, put this dish book away."

Mr. Zhang waved his hand weakly: "Yuejin hasn't touched the pot since he became the boss, let alone researching the recipes. This recipe book is just a display in my house."

"Isn't this kid going to inherit your mantle? Our two families have a deep relationship, and we have always had a tradition of teaching each other's juniors how to cook. I gave him this cookbook, which can be regarded as an indirect instruction, otherwise you let me go Is the kitchen chopping and frying vegetables?"

Xu Zhuo knows this rule, in fact, not only in the culinary circle, but also in opera singers and cross talk, they teach each other's children.

Xu Zhuo didn't know the specifics. According to his understanding, beating his own children would be hard to do, but beating other people's children would not be a psychological burden.

That's why these adults are exchanging and tossing children like this.

Of course, if you ask them, they will definitely not admit this kind of statement, and they often use inheritance and the like as an excuse.

This kind of remark also scares the outsider.

Even a person with a temper like the old man will say that he wants to continue to carry forward and inherit the food culture when facing the camera, let alone other people.

Mrs. Zhang yawned, got into a wheelchair with the help of the nanny, and went back to the house to rest.

Xu Zhuo was at a loss as he held the box containing the dishes.

Leaving aside the cookbook, the exquisite huanghuali box that contains the recipes is worth a lot.

But people kept asking for it, so Xu Zhuo had no choice but to keep it.

Opening the box and taking out the recipes inside, Xu Zhuo had just turned a page when the system's notification sound came suddenly.

"Congratulations to the host for completing the hidden task [Passing the Torch], and the seasoning has been upgraded from [Beginner] to [Proficient]. I hope the host will continue to work hard and complete more tasks."

The prompt sound is simple and rough, but the content is scary.

The seasoning has also advanced.

This is simply a huge surprise.

Thinking about when I first got the system, all four basic values ​​were entry-level. I didn't expect that three of them had been promoted in such a short time.

At first, it was knife skills, then it was fire, and now the seasoning has also been upgraded, leaving only techniques.

The so-called techniques refer to the techniques used in cooking, such as stir-frying, steaming, boiling, frying, frying, baking, etc. There are so many types that it is scary to think about it.

Xu Zhuo once saw in a document that there are 24 techniques in Shandong cuisine, and it is estimated that he would never finish learning these things in his lifetime.

Holding the box, he followed the old man and the others downstairs.

The restaurant has already prepared lunch, and when the old man came over, Zhang Yuejin planned to cook a few dishes to express his welcome to the old man.

Returning to the first floor again, Xu Zhuo had nothing to do, and entered the system to check the benefits brought by this promotion.

The first is the basic value that I haven’t checked for a long time. Now the three items have become the green color representing proficiency, which is much more comfortable than the previous whiteboard.

But this color did not make Boss Xu happy.

Knife Skill: Skilled (26735/100000)

Heat: Skilled (14623/100000)

Seasoning: Skilled (10000/100000)

Techniques: Getting Started (4657/10000)

Overall evaluation: A well-regarded Chinese chef, the road to chef has risen, but not hard enough.

After reading it, Boss Xu's good mood disappeared.

What do you mean not working hard enough?