President's Legendary Master

Every little shoushou has a heart to grow taller and disguise.

"It didn't grow taller." Dugu Haoyan said truthfully, "But his complexion is much better."

In fact, it is much whiter and tenderer, and it has been raised well in the past two years.

Milk is not for nothing, it smells like milk, which is quite good.

"Really?" Daomiao patted his head: "Didn't you say, 23, the one who jumped up? I still have the last jump to grow taller."

Dugu Haoyan glanced at him several times: "Well, let's jump!"

Dugu Haoyan's net height is 1.8 meters nine, and he should be more than 1.9 meters tall when wearing shoes.

Where's Dao Miao?

1.7 meters five, wearing shoes is only 1.7 meters eight, boys do not show their size.

Even Dugu Feiyan was as tall as him, he felt that he was too short, at least he had to grow to [-].

Daomiao bared her teeth and laughed: "I think it can grow at least three centimeters taller."

In that case, he would be 1.8 meters tall.

Dugu Haoyan fell silent.

Daomiao doesn't look like a big boned person, tall?

Has he passed the second development?

After Daomiao finished drinking the milk, Dugu Haoyan took him downstairs to the restaurant because it was time for dinner.

The chef really made a big pot of stewed lamb scorpion.

At least there is a casserole as big as a washbasin, served together, the taste is particularly charming.

"Is this a big pot?" Old Man Dugu Weng smiled: "It tastes right."

"It's actually not difficult at all to make these sheep scorpions. First, the meat is good. To put it bluntly, it means that the meat is plentiful and fresh. I bought these two sheep scorpions at the halal butcher shop in the afternoon. Pick it from a freshly slaughtered sheep. The second is to master the heat. Of course, it is the most worry-free to use an electric pressure cooker, but I always feel that there is still no casserole that can be stewed a little bit, so it is good to cook a pot. The sheep scorpion has been simmered on a low heat for a long time, now, it’s just right to take it out and eat it.” The chef lifted the lid, and there was a stream of steam and a strong fragrance: “I, I didn’t dare to put too much Too much salt, if Zhu Wei eats lightly, he can put a little salt in a small dipping dish and eat with it, or if he doesn’t dislike it, he can put less salt in the big pot. No seasoning."

"It's true. The stuff stewed by the firewood stove just has a smokey smell, which is much stronger than that of the natural gas stove." After the old man Dugu Weng sat down, other people took their seats one after another.

Having a very happy dinner, the authentic Beijing cuisine, and the hope of tomorrow, the three members of the Qiu family are no longer so hesitant.

After dinner, we got together again, and looked at the maps of various snack streets in central Beijing, as well as some more distinctive snacks written by Qiu Chunshan.

"I still remember the smell of pig intestines." Qiu Chunshan recalled for a while: "But I usually don't eat that. The braised stew is in it. I haven't eaten it alone."

But the smell was so special that he knew it as soon as he smelled it.

"Then let's go and have a look tomorrow." Dugu Haoyan said: "The chef and aunts in this villa have all gone back, everyone should go to bed early, and get up early tomorrow, and have to eat breakfast."

The crowd dispersed.

Because there are enough rooms, even one person can live in one room. The Qiu family and his wife live in one room, and Qiu Chunshan and Dugu Feiyan live in one room. The reason is that Qiu Chunshan is afraid to live by himself.

Dugu Feiyan volunteered to accompany him.

Old man Dugu Weng has a bedroom of his own.

Dugu Haoyan and Daomiao lived together, because they knew they were a couple, so the three members of the Qiu family didn't take offense.

The next morning, after the sun rose, these people all got up from the bed. After washing, the old master Xu came: "Let's go, take everyone to have breakfast."

"Drink a glass of milk first." Dugu Haoyan poured a glass of hot milk for everyone: "Sitting in the car on an empty stomach is prone to motion sickness."

"Oh, yes!" Old Man Dugu Weng smiled, and Daomiao blushed. In fact, he should be the only one who suffers from motion sickness.

After drinking the milk, all the people boarded the car, and old master Xu took them straight to the old city south stew shop.

Fortunately, there is a temporary parking lot here. In addition to the Chinese New Year, no one came out early in the morning. They easily found a parking space and parked the car. Old Master Xu asked them to dress neatly, and took them off after getting their things. car.

First, I walked along a secluded street, then got into a cave, and walked in for a while. There was a quite large open space. There were several shops around the open space, and one of them had a signboard of "Old City South Luzhu".

After bringing people in, everyone knew why Old Master Xu didn't bring them here yesterday.

This stewed restaurant looks a bit dirty, the tables, chairs and benches are covered with a layer of transparent pulp, which looks like an old thing that has been used for a long time.

Dugu Feiyan frowned, and Qiu Chunshan also looked pale.

President Qiu and his wife looked around and frowned.

Dugu Haoyan was expressionless, Daomiao looked around again and again.

Only old man Dugu Weng touched those shiny tables, chairs and benches with a smile on his face: "It's a good thing, it's made of high-quality huanghuali wood, and it's quite exquisitely made, but it's rare to see such a good thing now."

"The old man has good eyesight!" A middle-aged man came out from the back kitchen. There was a picture of him on the wall. He is the owner of the shop. It’s been four or five generations, and it’s so good that it didn’t get burned when the four old ones were broken.”

"It's rare to leave such a complete set of tables, chairs and benches for guests to sit on. Aren't you afraid that the guests will damage them?" Mr. Dugu Weng touched a protruding tree knot on the chair: "If it is broken, it is not worthy That's it."

Although the workmanship is not fine, but this huanghuali is a rare wood.

"Aren't these tables, chairs, and benches just for people to use? Leave them unused and keep them for dust?" The boss laughed and said, "This is not the style of living."

"Then let's sit down and have a taste of the boss's craftsmanship." Mr. Dugu Weng was the first to sit down, and he chose a big Eight Immortals table, which could seat all of them.

Old man Dugu Weng, Dugu Haoyan, Daomiao and Dugu Feiyan, the three members of the Qiu family plus Old Master Xu, exactly eight people.

The boss also quickly served them stewed soup: "Our family's stewed soup is an old shop, let's try it."

One bowl per person, and sure enough, what was sprinkled on top was not chopped green onions, but chopped red-skinned shallots and chopped coriander.

Everyone didn't move their chopsticks, they just looked at Qiu Chunshan.

Qiu Chunshan took a sip and his eyes lit up: "This is the taste!"

The boss didn't quite understand it: "Have you ever eaten my home's stewed stew?"

Qiu Chunshan choked: "No, I think this taste is quite authentic."

The boss is more inexplicable: "Really? Judging from your accent, you don't look like a person from Beijing?"

Although the old master Xu didn't quite understand why this rich man didn't go out to eat during the Chinese New Year, but instead ordered some snacks, but he had been outside for a long time, and he knew that some things should not be asked too much, and his curiosity should not be too strong, so he turned his head and followed The boss said: "I said, it seems that you still have that fire in your house? Give me another plate. There are eight of us, and there are four young men. This is not enough."

"Oh, okay, I'll give you a plate." The boss hurried to the back kitchen to get something, and interrupted the conversation.

Daomiao took the opportunity to ask Qiu Chunshan: "Is it really this taste?"

"Really, this onion is a bit spicy and very offensive." Qiu Chunshan said excitedly, "Can I ask?"

Qiu Tianwang had already stood up: "I'll go!"

He went in with a handbag, and he didn't know what he said to someone inside. After a long while, he came back in a daze.

"It didn't work out?" Mrs. Qiu looked at her husband.

"No, they didn't ask for money." Qiu Tianwang brought an electronic bill: "This is the message of everyone who ordered the meal. Oh, there are a few who are old foodies and come here often, but I haven't heard of anyone who bought it. Those who go back to pay homage to the ancestors can only order electronically, but there are few electronic orders here because they are not well-known."

Just in time, the boss also came out with something: "I really don't know who you are talking about buying this Mr. Memorial, but there are only a few electronic orders. If you want to find it, go find it, but don't say it's me. News for you."

He meant to reveal the customer's privacy, and it was hard to say that he was discovered.

"Hey, I must, I must not say it." Qiu Tianwang nodded: "Thank you, brother!"

"You're welcome." The boss is quite familiar: "Next time you come to my place, I will eat the fire for free."

The fire in their house tastes very good, Daomiao just eats with his head down without raising his eyes.

Dugu Haoyan and the others thought he was confident, and they didn't even hold back. Dugu Haoyan asked him, "Did you think of something?"

"No, the food here is quite delicious, I'm hungry." Daomiao looked up innocently: "Eat all, go out for a walk when you're full, maybe you'll find some new clues."

They are now like looking for a needle in a haystack, it's all about luck.

After breakfast, he got an electronic order, which can be regarded as a small achievement, but Dugu Haoyan still went to find the boss, and he didn't know what he said to the boss. Anyway, he seemed to be stronger than Qiu Tianwang. The boss nodded persistently: "Don't worry, I'll remember this!"

After leaving this store, everyone wandered around the street because the food was pretty good. They thought they would be more unusual, but who knew that many people were wandering on the street, and there were even tourist groups.

"Life in central Beijing is different from our local one." Old Man Dugu Weng sighed, if he didn't want to join in the fun, he wouldn't come here. People who are used to quietness always feel that this place is more noisy.

Qiu Chunshan sniffed his nose: "This smell... this smell...?"

"A taste you are familiar with?" Daomiao laughed: "It seems that we are lucky."

"It should be this way!" Qiu Chunshan sniffed his nose and ran over, because he didn't know how far the journey was, so old master Xu went to drive the car over.

I thought they would go back after a walk after eating, but they just finished eating, and after walking for a while, they went to a snack bar again.

The snack bar obviously hasn't opened yet, but it's already oiled up.

It's the smell of the oil...it makes people frown.

Especially when everyone saw the name of the store, they were basically unable to move forward.