Siheyuan Diaosi Attack

Yan Bugui's fingers, which were calloused and rough like sandpaper, tightly grasped the wine glass as if he were holding a treasure.

He slowly raised the wine glass, his eyes narrowed with a hint of hesitation. He paused for a moment, as if he had made a great decision, and then tilted his head back, and "gulp", the wine in the glass was gone.

After drinking the wine, his wrinkled face suddenly showed a satisfied expression, just like the land that had been dry for a long time and finally got rain. He muttered, "Well, this wine has to be drunk this way to be enjoyable."

At this time, He Yuzhu spoke up: "Hey, Third Uncle, the wine you brought before was diluted with water, I know that."

As He Yuzhu spoke, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, and he deliberately emphasized the words "it was diluted with water before".

After hearing this, Yan Bugui's eyes, which were not big to begin with, suddenly widened like two copper bells, and his face turned red all the way to his neck. His eyes were full of embarrassment, as if he had been stripped naked.

He snorted, and whispered in a somewhat embarrassed and angry tone: "Silly Zhu, don't talk nonsense here. When did I, Yan Bugui, ever bring wine diluted with water?"

When He Yuzhu heard this, he laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room. He grinned and said, "Uh, Third Uncle, please stop it.

The wine you brought before always tasted as light as horse urine, and you said it wasn't diluted with water?"

As He Yuzhu spoke, he pointed at Yan Bugui, his eyes full of mockery.

Yan Bugui was so angry that he was shaking all over, his lips quivering, he wanted to say something but couldn't, he just kept cursing in his heart: "This idiot Zhu, why is he holding on to this matter, it's really damn bad luck."

At this time, the deaf old lady couldn't bear it anymore, she shook her head gently, with a hint of smile in her eyes, and said softly: "Teacher Yan, don't be angry.

Zhuzi, stop dwelling on this matter, eat some food and drink some wine."

He Yuzhu scratched his head after hearing what the deaf old lady said, and said "Oh". The smile on his face became even brighter, and he shouted loudly: "Okay, old lady, eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables, don't let this little thing ruin your mood."

As for the deaf old lady, she stared at the plate of Mushu chives in front of her, with curiosity glittering in her eyes.

She stretched out her hand and picked up the chopsticks tremblingly, as if she were treating them as a rare object.

She carefully picked up a piece of chives and eggs with chopsticks, her movements as gentle as the breeze blowing through flower petals.

Then he put the dish into his mouth, closed his eyes immediately, and savored it carefully. The wrinkles on his face were smoothed out, and he kept muttering, "Well, this dish is really well cooked.

The leeks and eggs are fried very tenderly, and the fragrance goes straight into my nose. It must be Li Yue's. It tastes different from what Zhuzi used to cook."

Yi Zhonghai listened at the side, nodded slightly, his eyes narrowed into slits, and there was a hint of concentration in his eyes.

He slowly picked up the chopsticks and reached towards the plate of fried celery with meat. The chopsticks seemed to have eyes, and they accurately picked up a few stalks of celery and a piece of meat and put them into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had discovered something precious, and shouted, "Great!

This dish is cooked to perfection!

The celery is crunchy, crispy and refreshing, and the meat is very tender. The taste is amazing!

It must be Li Yue’s craftsmanship.”

He Yuzhu was watching Yi Zhonghai's reaction from the side, with a hint of pride in his eyes and the corners of his mouth curled up even higher. He smiled and said, "Uncle, you can tell the difference after just one taste. It seems that Li Yue's cooking skills are not to be underestimated."

Yi Zhonghai nodded, a trace of emotion flashed in his eyes, and he said with a hum: "Zhu Zi, you are right, Li Yue is indeed much better than you.

We are used to your cooking and can taste the difference right away."

After hearing this, Yan Bugui was still a little unconvinced, but he didn't know what to say.

He stared at the plate of braised eggplant, swallowed, then stretched out his chopsticks and carefully picked up a piece of eggplant.

The eggplant was soaked in oil and glowed temptingly under the light.

He put the eggplant into his mouth, his eyes widened suddenly, his eyes were full of surprise, and he said incoherently: "Well, this... this must have been made by Li Yue.

This eggplant is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The juice bursts in your mouth when you take a bite. It tastes soft and delicious, and has a strong sauce flavor. "

After hearing this, Li Yue uttered a soft "tsk" sound, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He smiled and said softly, "My work is just so-so, not as amazing as you say. Please don't say that, I feel embarrassed."

The deaf old lady's eyes, which were originally a little cloudy, seemed to be covered by a veil of time. At this moment, she stared straight at Li Yue, her eyes slightly narrowed, and there was an unquestionable force in her eyes.

She frowned, snorted, and then said slowly, "Your cooking is good. I've eaten in big restaurants before, and some of the chefs' food wasn't as good as yours."

Li Yue pondered inwardly, his eyes unconsciously glanced to the side, and he muttered in his heart: "Who can go to a big restaurant so often?

If you don't have some money and influence, you can't afford to go.

Why doesn't this TV show mention this clearly?

She is just a five-guarantee household, but she is respected as the ancestor in this courtyard. There must be something complicated going on.

Why did Yi Zhonghai serve her like that?

There must be some unspeakable secret hidden in this.

After the deaf old lady passed away, the house was left to him, but what did Yi Zhonghai get?

You can't just serve her like this just because she is old.

Listening to the tone of the deaf old lady's voice, it's not hard to imagine, as if she is the owner of this courtyard!

I saw in a TV series that it mentioned that shoes were made for the Red Army a few years ago, but that was when the Japanese occupied the country. Only children who were martyrs would be listed as five-guarantee households. There must be a big problem here!

I think this old lady must be someone's concubine in this courtyard. She is the only one left. Yi Zhonghai respects her so much that one cannot help but doubt the relationship between them. "

At this time, Li Yue couldn't help but take another look at the deaf old lady. He saw an indescribable majesty in her eyes and the wrinkles on her face were like deep grooves carved by the years. Li Yue felt that something was not going on here.

Then, he scratched his head and said in a low voice with some lack of confidence, "Really? The old lady has even eaten dishes cooked by chefs in restaurants. How can I compare with them? My two tricks are just...tsk tsk."

As he spoke, his eyes drooped unconsciously and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly.

When He Yuzhu heard this, his eyes widened instantly, as if he was stimulated by something. He looked at Li Yue and shouted in a louder voice: "When I was an apprentice, I learned Sichuan cuisine! In my heart, the dishes made by my master are top-notch, no one can compare!"

At this point, he seemed to suddenly remember something, a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes, and his voice became lower, mumbling: "Well, I haven't been to the master since I entered the factory."

After saying that, he pursed his lips, lowered his head, and said nothing more.

After hearing this, Li Yue's eyes curved into crescents, with a smile on his lips, and he joked, "Oh, the Tan family dishes made by Brother Zhuzi are so authentic, this Sichuan cuisine must be the same."