Wishing Restaurant didn't want to explode

In the next few days, everyone discovered that there was another bald and fat man among the regular customers of Liao Kee restaurant.

The fat man took a mouthful of Jingpu, his movements were open and closed, his speech was rough and unrestrained, he had a lot of interests and hobbies.

This family has a dog, he can chat with people;

That family raises birds, he can tell how ugly they are;

On the street ahead, an old man twisted his waist, and he could roll up his sleeves and massage...

In particular, there is a lot of research on the identification of antiques.

On the third day after Kang Shan came, he immediately saw that a certain aunt's jade bracelet was a fake.

And then... next to the wishing vat in Liao Kee Restaurant, it became a temporary venue for antique appraisal.

"Master, this is the third time, this tripod is not from the Western Zhou Dynasty, at best it is from last week..."

"If it's really jadeite, the aunt in the life supermarket next door can exchange a Beijing courtyard house just by mentioning a snowflake beer bottle."

"Auntie, don't worry, really don't worry, it doesn't matter if your famille rose gourd bottle is filled with porcelain, I just happen to have a magnifying glass, you take it, look inside, in the lower right corner, isn't the label of Jiangxi Porcelain Third Factory very bright?"

"No, young man, you are young, don't think about playing with gourds, the gourd baby's family is not so valuable..."

Some people don't bring any antiques over, they just think it's interesting to listen to this person talking about the mountains.

After spreading the word, a large group of people gathered at the entrance of Liao Kee Restaurant.

Most of them are old men and old ladies, and it was spectacular for a while.

I know, I know that someone is returning to the old business at the entrance of the restaurant;

I don't know, I thought people gathered in front of the nursing home to bask in the sun.

Kangshan didn't ask for money to help others.

Occasionally, however, I encounter something that must be given.

"Just give me one or two yuan, and it will make sense." He pointed at the fish tank next to him, "Throw it here, it's not easy for this family to raise children..."

Liao Chu inside could no longer pretend to be dead, so he came out with a dark face and kicked the bench under his butt away.

It was finally quiet.

The pastry internal evaluation will be held as scheduled.

Zhizhi wailed in the group more than once, telling everyone to start the video all the way.

If not, fly her over.

Seeing that the background picture of her video is an extremely empty and huge room, Chi Jiajia said by the way:

"It's so late, why are you still in the living room?"

Zhi Zhi was at a loss: "I'm in my own room."

When the camera turns, there is a huge four-sided pillar hanging bed at the end.

The curtain made of velvet outlines beautiful lines under the light and glows faintly.

Chi Jiajia: "..."

I have presumptuously.

The fart has never seen a bedroom that can run a horse.

Most of the members of the group were local tyrants, and after feeling sour for a while, a few people asked her why she hadn't come back yet.

Zhizhi grabbed the camera and cried, "It's not a shitty shareholders' meeting! I..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the video was forcibly terminated.

Immediately afterwards, a line of prompts appeared on the dialog page:

"Member Zhizhi was banned by the group leader."

Squeak: "..."

The group members frantically swiped the screen:

"here you go!"

"here you go!"

Others are not free because of the bitter part-time job history of social animals. This guy is not free, so he is going to the shareholders meeting?

Damn it, this damned Versailles!

Eat up the dim sum!

Not a single piece is left to her!

09:30 in the evening.

The night was low, the stars were twinkling, and most of the shops on the street were closed.

There is a sign outside Liaoji restaurant that it is closed for business, but there is still a glimmer of light in the gaps between the closed doors and windows.

It seems that some ulterior secret activity is going on.

The first pastry internal evaluation meeting of Liao Kee Restaurant officially started.

The host, the boss Liao Chu.

The participants and judges are composed of two parts:

The old eater part-time big protector series:

Uncle Song, Mr. Li, Aunt Zhao, Ji's father and son, Chi Jiajia, and Hu Shun.

And all friends and related accounts of the boss:

There are three members of Liuxi's family, Liao Guo's children and their teachers Yu Yu, Huang Lie, Bai He, and Kang Shan.

A total of 16 people.

Memorable.

In front of each of them is a small black dish made of rough clay, with a glass of clear water on the right.

According to Liao Chu's account, after eating a kind of dim sum, he should rinse his mouth thoroughly to get rid of the aftertaste.

Otherwise it will affect the next evaluation.

Originally, everyone was joking and joking, but after seeing this battle, they didn't realize they were sitting upright.

It's kind of like a mission.

"The first product, peach cake."

Thick round cakes of khaki color, about the size of the palm of an adult woman.

The shape is simple and simple, with irregular cracks distributed on the surface, which is surprisingly suitable for the simple plate.

ugly.

But after looking at it a few more times, it will feel cute again.

The first feeling is the fragrance.

Very mellow and long-lasting taste.

It may not look good at first glance, but the more you smell it, the more you like it.

There are a considerable number of young people here, they have not even seen the real thing.

But now, I feel nostalgic for no reason.

It's so mundane.

Just like the streets you see every day, the pedestrians you meet, the plants and trees on the side of the road...

Inconspicuous, but indispensable.

Ji Peng tried to pick it up.

As you get closer, the aroma becomes more intense.

The surface is rough, and a large piece will fall off when you gently break it with your teeth.

The coarse granules dissolve quickly in the mouth.

Ji Peng couldn't help opening his eyes wide, his brain running at high speed, thinking about what words could describe it.

A few minutes later, he blushed from holding back:

Fuck, it's delicious!

I can't tell how delicious it is, but I just don't want to stop!

In Chinese pastries, the word "crispy" often appears together.

Over time, many people will inevitably confuse these two terms.

But in fact, "crispy" and "crisp" are far from each other.

Crisp, it has only its appearance, but its inside is weak and weak. Because it has no bones and muscles, the broken sound is dull, and it dissolves when it meets water.

The brittle ones are mostly stiff and extremely tough. It takes a little effort to eat them, and the sound is clear and clear.

And the peach crisp in front of me perfectly fits the requirement of "crispy".

Ji Peng carefully finished his piece of Peach Cake, and couldn't help but wonder: "Boss, there are obviously no peaches in it, why is it called Peach Cake?"

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the words, yes!

Liao Chu removed the first set of dishes, "There are many opinions, but all of them are open to discussion, just listen to it..."

Some people say that it was because the person who first made this kind of dim sum added walnut kernels to relieve cough, and some said that the owner of the walnut shop added walnuts in order to deal with the broken walnuts;

Some say it was made into the shape of a peach at first;

There are also pottery kiln workers who created...

There are different opinions, and until now, the truth is untestable.

But there is no doubt that this is really an excellent dim sum.

The second product, pea yellow.

Pieces of light yellow square cakes were served on light blue round plates, fresh and elegant, like tender willow branches floating on the water in spring.

It makes people's mood soften unconsciously.

Peas are light in color and light in taste, and you can only savor one or two carefully when you eat them.

In the past, pea yellow was mainly divided into two categories, one was court and the other was folk.

Among the historical celebrities who played the greatest role in promoting the improvement and development of pea yellow, the most famous one is the Empress Dowager Cixi in the late Qing Dynasty.

According to historical records, she loved pea yellow when she was alive, and often ate it with water.

The folk ones are mostly in the form of solid blocks.

Kang Shan traveled all the way to Qingjiang City, and stayed here for a few days, isn't it for this reason?

Seeing the real face at this time, I even had shortness of breath.

For a womanizer, a peerless beauty is enough to drive him to death;

But for the old gluttons, there is such a piece of pea yellow in front of them, which would not be exchanged for the three beauties.

For the convenience of eating, each piece of pea yellow is cut into a bite size, and the one placed in front of the two children is cut into smaller pieces.

Kang Shan exhaled slowly, and put the pea yellow into his mouth with an almost pious attitude.

The entrance is slightly cool, delicate as sand, and the fragrance of beans mixed with the paste invades every corner of the mouth.

This smell is not heavy, it can even be said to be light, but it has a strong aggressiveness.

One bite, never to be forgotten.

He closed his eyes and thought about it for a moment, then said quietly: "Absolutely."

It's worth the trip!

Liu Xi also sighed, "If you made the food I ate when I signed the sale back then, why would I leave a psychological shadow!"

What have I missed all these years?

Chinese pastry is such a delicious thing?

Some Chinese dim sum often have a characteristic, that is, they are not good in appearance.

If you only look at the surface, it looks like a passerby.

But if you can calm down and savor it, it will be like seeing a beautiful woman, the more you look at it, the more you will be fascinated.

The third product, jujube flower crisp.

Jujube flower cake should be the most beautiful among the four pastries today:

What Liao Chu made is the most widely spread eight-petal shape, which is shaped like a flower in full bloom.

The eight-petal petals are hollow, filled with fried jujube paste, with red dots in the middle.

It is also a crisp, but it is almost two extremes with the peach crisp.

The former is thick, seamless, and can be broken with one blow.

The latter is delicate, with heavy meringue, and it turns a thousand times.

The meringue of jujube cake is mille-feuille.

The well-made jujube cake, after the entrance, you can feel the puff pastry dissolving layer by layer in the mouth, just like the jujube flowers blooming layer by layer in spring, very fresh.

The fourth product, mung bean cake.

The production method of mung bean cake is similar to that of pea yellow. The beans are first boiled and pureed, sieved repeatedly until fine, and then piled up into a square.

However, mung beans are more suitable for this season to clear the heat and reduce the fire.

Looking at the newly replaced glass plate, Yu Yu couldn't help laughing and said, "What a clever idea."

The light green square cake, lined with a transparent glass plate, feels refreshing inside and out, just to eliminate the dryness of autumn.

He really didn't expect Mr. Liao to be such a careful person.

After eating the fourth-grade pastries, he felt that his sense of belonging to Qingjiang City had grown stronger.

Here is a job he likes, a boss who trusts him, like-minded friends, and... delicious snacks!

He wants to stay here forever if he can.

After the internal evaluation meeting, the members of the Dharma protection group began to post to Moments crazily, and then focused on @吱吱.

Miss Zhizhi, who was thousands of miles away, bit the corner of the quilt and wept.

These bastards, woo woo woo!

Before leaving, Mrs. Liu shook hands with Liao Chu again.

"Mr. Liao, I am amazed by your craftsmanship. It is a pleasant cooperation."

This time, she was really convinced.

In the evening she called the two old men.

"Mr. Liao's craftsmanship is unquestionable. At least those four pastries are the most perfect I have ever tasted."

A gentle and generous voice came from the opposite side, "Since you said so, then we can rest assured."

Mrs. Liu thought for a while, and invited her along the way: "Would you like to come and taste it yourself? By the way, you can also take a short trip."

There was silence on the phone for a while, then a softer female voice was replaced.

"Speaking of which, we haven't gone out seriously yet... that's fine."

Three days later, the elderly couple came to Liao Kee restaurant in person.

The two old men were plainly dressed, and their youthful demeanor could be vaguely seen on their weather-beaten faces.

Although their faces are wrinkled now, their eyes are still as bright as stars.

"Hi, Mr. Liao, I'm taking the liberty to come here. Excuse me." The old gentleman took off his hat and greeted him. "I'm Guan Mo, and this is my fiancée, Ms. Xie Junzi."

The old man was thin and tall, with a slight smile on his refined face.

The old lady put on a very elegant smile on her face with light makeup, "Hello."

As the name suggests, he really has the appearance of a gentleman.

Every move shows that they have received a good education and have experienced unimaginable storms and waves, which is why they have such extraordinary bearing.

Liao Chu instinctively raised a wave of respect.

Not because they are my customers, but because I respect a pair of souls who have gone through hardships.

"You two, please sit down."

It was still early, and there were only two nephews and uncles in the store.

Guoguo looked at the two strangers curiously, "Hi, grandpa and grandma."

Although I didn't know each other, I felt kind at the first meeting.

The second elder lowered his head and looked at her with tenderness in his eyes.

"Hello, kid."

So cute.

If they were together back then, they would have lovely grandchildren now, right?

As if aware of his lover's emotions, Guan Mo patted her hand lightly, "It's all over."

The old lady smiled, "Yes, it's all over."

As it is now, it's good.

Liao Chu stroked Guoguo's braid, "These are the grandparents that my aunt said before."

Guoguo's eyes lit up, and suddenly she asked the elder in a low voice, "Can I give you a hug?"

The two old men froze for a moment, their eyes softened instantly.

"Yes you can."

The child's body was soft, and seemed to have a milky fragrance.

Her arms fell between the necks of the two old men, and then, she gently dropped a soft kiss.

"Just a hug!"

The little girl tried to pat them on the back with her arm, just like her uncle had done before.

Uncle said that life may be very difficult, like the bitter gourd on the plate that must be eaten.

But as long as you eat it, your body will become great.

The two old men froze again.

Guoguo said seriously, "Will grandpa and grandma be together in the future?"

Xie Junzi touched her cheek, a little surprised, more surprised.

"Yes."

"That's great," Guoguo said happily, "It's home when two people are together!"

She used to be with her mother, that was her home.

But then my mother went back to heaven, and that home was gone.

But it doesn't matter, her uncle is here, so she has a home again.

Xie Junzi was slightly stunned, and soft waves like spring water quickly appeared in her eyes, "Yes, two people are together, it is home..."

Guan Mo touched the bow on Guoguo's head awkwardly, and was afraid of hurting her, so he touched it lightly and then retracted it.

Later, Liao Chu brought the cakes.

Xie Junzi looked at it for a while, and picked up the peach cake first.

She smiled to her lover: "When we first met, you held a peach cake in your hand."

There was also a flash of memory in Guan Mo's eyes.

"Yes, my father liked to eat this the most..."

When you are older, your appetite is not so good.

The two old people looked at each other and smiled, and split the peach cake into two.

As soon as they entered, their eyes lit up.

This smell... It's been a long time.

After eating, Guan Mo's heart was completely put back in his stomach.

This is really the best snack he has eaten in these years.

He said to Liao Chu: "Mr. Liao, we are here this time because we want to taste the cakes you made, and secondly, we also want to invite you. If it is convenient, please come to our wedding."

After speaking, he looked at Guoguo again, "It would be great if the children come together."

He tasted blessings from these pastries.

Liao Chu shook hands with them one by one, "My honor."

He harvested two precious emotion fruits.

At first glance, it seems to be dark, but inadvertently, there seems to be faint golden light flowing.

Like the deepest dawn, a burst of morning light on the horizon is dazzling.

The overall taste of the fruit is very bitter, prickly, like bitter sea water, turbulent and tumbling, it is really hard to swallow.

This is simply the bitterest fruit that Liao Chu has encountered over the years.

Is such heavy despair and gloom really something humans can bear?

But when he hesitated whether to give up, he caught a trace of sweetness.

Tiny, but there it is, like a spider's thread in despair.

And precisely because the front is too bitter, this touch of sweetness is particularly prominent and extremely precious...

As long as you have it, there seems to be no obstacles to overcome.

Liao Chu felt that it was impossible to meet the third one in his life.

He found a glass bottle and carefully sealed the two fruits.

Perhaps this is a living history.

"Chenxi", just call them Chenxi.

On the eighth day of October, good luck, everything is suitable.

It was the first time that Liao Chu and Guoguo set foot on someone else's wedding scene.

A special wedding.

Today's bride did not take a wedding car, but was sent to the door by eight sedan chairs.

Along the way, it was so lively.

Guoguo said pleasantly, "It's Suona."

Grandpa Li often blew it, and she recognized it right away.

Liao Chu said: "Yes."

Suona, from birth, marriage to death, seems to fit perfectly in all occasions.

What an amazing instrument.

Modern society has not had such a lively wedding for a long time.

Along the way, many people came out to watch, with curiosity and blessing on their faces.

It's always a joy to see lovers finally get married.

Guan Mo personally helped the bride out.

When he was young, he had promised that he would marry her with eight sedan chairs.

Now that times have changed, it has finally been done.

He didn't break his word.

Through the hijab, Xie Junzi saw the opponent's big hands and her own embroidered shoes.

This wedding dress was made by herself, and it took dozens of years to make a little bit every year and take it apart.

Even if he fled in embarrassment in the middle, he never abandoned it.

She thought, if she is not lucky enough to wear it in this life, then she will bring it into the coffin.

Fortunately... luck finally came.

The two hands holding each other are no longer tender, and the wrinkles and age spots all over the place silently tell the historical changes.

But at this moment, their hearts were unprecedentedly stable.

Although it was a traditional wedding, the bride also came out to thank the guests.

Liao Chu took a look and found that there were indeed not many guests.

There are only two large tables in total, and each table has no more than eight people.

That's it.

But all came with genuine blessings.

Except for Liao Chu's nephew and Mrs. Liu, everyone present had witnessed their hardships in these years, and they couldn't help but burst into tears.

Liao Chu felt that his mood was a little strange.

He clearly doesn't believe in love, but seeing this now, he also feels...

If you can find a true heart in your lifetime, it would be such a lucky thing.

After seeing off all the guests, the newlyweds sat in front of the wedding bed, looking at each other silently.

It's not that I don't want to say it.

But want to say too much, but feel that the words are pale, it is better not to speak.

Just looking at it that way is fine.

Guan Mo suddenly bent down and dragged out a large box from under the bed.

After all, I am getting older, and it is a bit difficult to drag.

Xie Junzi laughed, and simply went over to drag him along.

The box is so big.

After doing all this, both old men were out of breath.

The two of you looked at me and I looked at you, and both smiled.

Really.

Guan Mo patted her hand and carefully opened the box, "Look, I have written you so many letters over the years, and you have replied so many..."

Inside the huge box were letters one after another.

Although she had read it repeatedly, Xie Junzi couldn't hide her excitement when she saw these again.

"Yes……"

At that time, they all knew that even if they wrote a letter, they would not be able to send it.

Not only can it not be sent, but it may even be added to the crime for keeping in touch with "bad elements".

But, how could I not write it!

When every word written in the pen flows out, it will turn into billowing thoughts, and accompany them through the severe cold and heat...

Guan Mo prepared a special ceremony.

He wants to read the letters he wrote over the years to his wife.

That's right, now he can finally call the other party his wife.

The harsh environment in his early years severely reduced his eyesight. Even if the lights are bright, the old man needs to put the letter paper in front of his eyes to see the writing on it clearly.

His hands were shaking.

This is because he was paraded through the streets in his early years and was froze.

Letter paper and ink are not considered professional.

Over the years, many handwriting has become blurred.

But when he saw it for the first time, Guan Mo could recite it fluently.

He seems to have returned to those wandering days.

Although it is miserable and the road ahead is boundless, there is light in his heart, which is enough to support him to go on.

"My love, Zizi, it's been a few years since you've been away, how good you are in another country... It's been cold recently, and my injured leg is hurting a little bit, I'm short of medicine, I can only think of you as a little comfort..."

"My dear Zizi, my father couldn't bear the humiliation yesterday and threw himself into the river. My mother and I collected his body without crying... Mother was right. On such a day, death is the only relief. But... I don't know if this life is still alive. There will be a day to meet..."

"My dear Zizi, alas, I saw you in a dream last night, called you, missed you, no, I'm very sad... Have you ever dreamed of me?"

"My dear Zizi, my homeland is trembling, my homeland is full of scars, I am determined to go to the front line... This trip is dangerous, but I think you are in the rear, I will definitely go forward... May I return, the mountains and rivers are peaceful, Haiyan and Heqing... "