When the male anchor is lonely, he cooks

Wen Le was not there when the cookbook was sold. He was lying in the hospital with a broken leg. Because of the leg injury and being expelled from school, his grandfather fainted from anger, and both of his family members were hospitalized. Not only his leg injury, but also grandpa's heart disease, are all burning money.

After learning that even the old house was sold, he didn't want to have his legs cured at that time, but his grandfather didn't agree anyway, and even took out a sum of money and said that his legs must be cured. Later, he found out that his grandfather It is to sell the old recipes handed down from the family.

The price of the cookbook was suppressed, and it didn't sell much, but it became his grandfather's heart disease. Wen Le had always thought that after he made money, he would buy the cookbook and hand it over to his grandfather. , let him feel at ease.

It's just that the person who bought the cookbook back then said it was a chef surnamed Wang from the north. After buying the cookbook, he never showed up again. Only now did Wen Le know that their Wen family's recipes had always been in the hands of the Li family.

And it sounds like the chef Wang who came to buy the recipes back then was just a middleman, sent by the Li family.If his leg hadn't happened back then, his grandfather wouldn't have been in a hurry, and wouldn't have sold that recipe for money.

His grandfather was a very simple person. After his parents had an accident, his grandfather sold his restaurant and took him to live a life of old age ahead of schedule. He never had any grudges with others. An ordinary college student, he never argues with others, let alone make enemies.

Now that he knew that Li Hongfei's murder of him was not that simple, and that it involved the Wen family's recipes, Wen Le calmed down.

On this day, he prepared dishes and took them to the hospital.Before he even entered the ward, he heard his grandfather whistling to the patients again.

"You don't know, my grandson has been smart since he was a child, and his math scores were all perfect when he was a child. The certificate of merit is posted on the entire wall, and our living room can hardly fit it."

Another old man was unconvinced, "Our family is obviously smart, and we were champions in the Olympiad when we were young, so we don't bother posting certificates."

Both of them were showing off their grandsons, one was more excited than the other, Wen Le hurried in.

"Grandpa, take a break and have a sip of tea." He made a cup of chrysanthemum tea and handed it over.

His grandfather took a look at his leg. Since he told him that his leg was undergoing treatment last time, he had to look at it for a while every time he came over, and he had to take a few steps back and forth to show it off.

Wen Le stood up roguely, and took a few steps, "Don't worry, I'm fine now, the doctor said, it won't be long." He exaggerated a little good news to make him happy.

The two chatted, and went to the small garden again with the thermos.Sitting on a bench under the shade of a tree, he opened the thermos.The cooked glutinous rice porridge is clean and white, with a few swollen medlars faintly visible.

Wen Shoushen sniffed and said, "What else are lily and millet added here?"

"Guess what?" Wen Le uncovered another layer as he spoke, and it turned out to be a cold dish - hot and sour shredded chicken.

As soon as the pungent smell of sour, hot and sour entered the nostrils, the aroma of the porridge was suppressed. Wen Shoushen didn't bother to guess, so he picked up the shredded chicken and started to taste it.

"Eat less, the doctor said to control it."

"I personally taught you how to cook, and now you don't even want to cook for me?" Wen Shoushen picked up a few chopsticks while talking, and the shredded chicken in the bowl was picked up by him in a few clicks More than half of it.

"Grandpa, let me ask you something." Wen Le changed the subject, "Do you know Li Yang? He's also a chef, a little older than you, and he's from W City." And it's Li Hongfei's grandfather.

Wen Shoushen stopped chopsticks and turned to look at Wen Le, "Why did you ask this all of a sudden?"

Wen Le saw his expression and knew that he must have known or heard of him.

He said, "I heard that the Li's restaurant he opened is the most famous private restaurant in W City. I'm a little curious."

"What's there to be curious about?" Wen Shoushen was a little displeased, "The Li's restaurant is nothing more than that, why don't you practice our Wen's sauce and sauce more, and you won't be afraid to go anywhere after you've practiced."

It sounds like his grandfather has a problem with Li Yang's opinion, and he probably knew him before.

Wen Le didn't say that Li Hongfei, who beat someone back then, was Li Yang's grandson. He was afraid that if there was a story in it, his grandfather would be irritated.

He turned his head and said, "Actually, because I went to Yu's Hotel to cook recently, I happened to bump into Li's family to introduce new dishes, and they seemed to be thinking about it." He picked out some things and said them out.

Hearing this, Wen Shoushen's beard twitched, and he said angrily, "How dare he! How could he have such a big face as an old man who became a monk halfway through?"

"Halfway to become a monk?" There is a story in this.It seems that his grandfather definitely knew Li Yang, and it sounded like he knew something.

Wen Shoushen didn't avoid the topic when his temper came, he was not a person who could hide his words.

"Li Yang used to be my senior brother. At that time, just a few years after the founding of the country, I just learned the basic skills at home, and then I started to be an apprentice with the master."

This Wen Le really didn't expect it. He had heard many stories from his grandfather, but he had never heard the name Li Yang in the stories.

"At that time, both of us learned how to cook from our master. Li Yang was older than me, and the teacher who worshiped first was my senior brother. It was much more difficult for us to learn to cook than your children now. Every morning, the cock crowed. I had to do both carrying water and chopping firewood. I ran back because it was so hard, but was driven back by my father, your great-grandfather. Li Yang was different. His family members disappeared during the war before the founding of the People’s Republic of China. I have endured all kinds of hardships with my master since I was a child, and my master has always believed in him and favored him the most."

While recalling, Wen Shoushen felt a little nostalgic.

"At that time, it was much more difficult than now, but it is still interesting to think about it now. My master took us to eat the flying, running in the mountains, and swimming in the water. Fortunately, there was no such thing as protecting animals at that time. Otherwise, everyone in our area will be arrested."

Wen Le laughed when he heard it, it sounds like the relationship between teachers and students is quite good, why did his grandfather speak in that way when he mentioned Li Yang, as if he despised him as a person.

The summer wind was blowing cool, Wen Shoushen took a sip of tea and continued talking.

"Every faction of our Chinese cuisine has a person who can carry the top. My master was an expert in cooking Hunan cuisine. Although our Wenjia cuisine has been passed down for a certain period of time, it was your great-grandfather who entrusted me to send me to the master at that time. Learning art in front of you, if you didn't have the master back then, you kid and I wouldn't be able to learn so many good skills."

Wen Le nodded again and again and said yes, he had offered incense to those masked Hunan cuisine connoisseurs since he was a child, and he had always admired them, but it was a pity that he died young, and there was no descendant who offered incense and paper.

Thinking of this, he suddenly asked, "Grandpa, why didn't you mention that you have a brother Li Yang?"

"He has nothing to mention, that's a white-eyed wolf." As he spoke, Wen Shoushen's beard trembled angrily, "If it wasn't for Master, he would have starved to death. When I didn’t come back, I thought something happened to him, but later I found out that he was the one who reported Master’s cooking for the national army! If it wasn’t for him, how could Master be condemned to death!”

Speaking of sadness, his eyebrows jumped up angrily, and he slapped his hand on the chair, not knowing if it was red.

"Calm down, it's all over, don't get mad at your body." Wen Le didn't dare to let him continue.

"I'm fine. Back then, I beat up that grandson, which was considered an insult to the master. Later, when I returned to my hometown, I never had any contact with him again. I didn't expect him to rely on his little ability to report others. He looks like a dog, and he is not afraid of his conscience to make money with what his master taught him!" Wen Shoushen took a big mouthful of tea and drank it, looking like he was going to drink the tea as wine.

Hearing such a big secret by chance, Wen Le could only sigh that his grandfather was also a bloody person back then, and his violent temper might have beaten him badly.But thinking about the master who raised his apprentice but was killed by the other party, he felt that no amount of beating was too much.

"Grandpa, did Li Yang know that our Wen family has recipes?" He asked inadvertently.

Wen Shoushen frowned at the mention of recipes. The matter of selling the recipes back then had already become a knot in his heart.Those are the painstaking efforts of the Wen family for generations, and they were forced to buy them at a low price, and he always remembered them in his heart.

Hearing his grandson asked about this, he said vaguely, "I probably know about it." It has been almost half a century since what happened back then, and those grievances and grievances have been remembered for most of my life, and some of them are already pale.

Although what he said was vague and uncertain, Wen Le was almost sure that Li Yang knew about it, that is to say, Li Yang definitely knew about his leg injury and selling recipes, and he let Li Hongfei do it. .Such a person who can even report and criticize the master who raised him to death, what can't he do?

After talking so much today, Wen Shoushen was exhausted, and yawned one after another with drooping eyelids, "Xiao Le, one cannot live without a conscience. It's not a person anymore."

Wen Le nodded in agreement.

His grandfather said again: "Don't just stay still all day long, you have to be nice to the friend who helped you last time, don't you young people have a lot of activities, you can make more appointments to play together, When my grandfather is in good health, you invite him to the house, and I will cook for him personally."

"This..." Wen Le thought of Yu Xingzhou's black face when he was hungry, and suddenly trembled, "Don't worry about it, there's no need for you to cook."

"What's the matter, I'm not very old, I've just passed 80 years old, and I'm in good health!" Wen Shoushen blew his beard and stared at him, and then he taught others, "You're not too old, the sauce I taught you last time should be practiced more quickly. Practice, don't just gossip like that all day long." After speaking, he dropped Wen Le and walked away slowly.

The warm sunlight fell on the shoulders through the cracks in the trees, and Wen Le smiled helplessly.

"Didn't you just want me to go out to play more..." But it changed in less than half a minute, and left him and the idiot behind him and left.

He raised his voice slightly and shouted, "Grandpa, do you want to eat shredded chicken next time?"

Seeing the front, his grandfather said directly without turning his head, "Don't make that useless chicken shreds, the tongue doesn't feel the bland taste, next time it's more spicy."

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In the office, Yu Xingzhou was eating shredded chicken, which had a rather strong taste, and suddenly regretted grabbing food with his boyfriend's grandfather.