After I was pushed back by the school beauty

Seeing the three people leaving with anger, Zheng Yusen felt proud.

However, he also knew that if it weren't for Qin Tian, ​​he would never have such a chance. Thinking of this, he said in a sincere tone: "Xiaotian, thanks to you this time, otherwise uncle wouldn't know what to do!"

"Uncle Zheng said something serious, it's just a little effort!"

Qin Tian responded modestly.

"Let's go, so many things have happened this afternoon. Now that everything has been resolved, it's time to reward our bellies!" Zheng Yusen waved his hand enthusiastically.

"Okay, I happen to be hungry too!" Zheng Weiwei nodded and looked at Qin Tian: "Xiaotian, what do you want to eat?"

"I'm not picky about food!" Qin Tian said with a smile.

"I know a very good place, let's go there!" Zheng Yusen said with eyes shining.

More than twenty minutes later, the three of them got off the bus in the old town, and then walked through an alley before arriving in front of an old-fashioned house.

And the courtyard door is still closed.

"Dad, the good place you mentioned is not here, it seems like this is not a hotel at all!"

Zheng Yusen smiled mysteriously: "You'll find out later!"

While talking, Zheng Yusen stepped forward and clicked the copper ring on the courtyard door.

"Who!"

A middle-aged man's voice came from inside the courtyard door, accompanied by footsteps of different shades.

"Monitor, it's me!"

Zheng Yusen responded.

The courtyard door opened, and a middle-aged man with a beard appeared in sight. When he saw Zheng Yusen standing in front of the door, a happy smile appeared on his face: "How come you have time to come to my place!"

"Hey, I'm here to enjoy the autumn breeze!" Zheng Yusen's smile became brighter.

"Okay, stop standing outside the door, come in!" Zhang Shijun greeted the three of them.

After the group entered the courtyard, Zhang Shijun closed the courtyard door again, and then greeted everyone into the room to talk. As Qin Tian expected, this person was lame.

"Is this your daughter Zheng Weiwei?"

Zhang Shijun poured a glass of water for the three of them and looked at Zheng Weiwei.

"Yes!" Zheng Yusen nodded: "Weiwei, this is Uncle Zhang, call someone quickly!"

"Hello Uncle Zhang!"

Zheng Weiwei stood up and greeted.

Immediately, Zhang Shijun's eyes fell on Qin Tian: "As far as I know, you only have one daughter. Who is this...? She is said to be Weiwei's boyfriend, and she is a little younger!"

Zheng Yusen smiled and said: "Haha, old squad leader, Xiaotian is Lao Qin's son, you didn't expect it, right?"

"I just said that the young man's face looks familiar. It turns out he is Lao Qin's son. Young man, is your dad okay?"

After some pleasantries, Zhang Shijun offered to cook.

"Dad, what's wrong with Uncle Zhang's legs?"

Zheng Weiwei asked in a low voice when she saw Zhang Shijun went to the kitchen.

Zheng Yusen said: "You have forgotten that your Uncle Qin and I were both soldiers and border armed police. Your Uncle Zhang's leg was injured during a certain roundup of drug dealers!"

Having said this, Zheng Yusen looked at Qin Tian again: "Your father and I were in the same batch as the army, and the squad leader who trained us was your uncle Zhang. But speaking of it, the most powerful thing about the old squad leader was not his marksmanship, but his After he was discharged from the army, he worked in Jiangsu Province Yang opened a private restaurant that only cooks two tables of food every day, with a table costing RMB 8,000. It is only open at noon, and the reservation schedule is two years in the future. I have eaten here twice because of my relationship with the old squad leader. You two are in great luck today!"

More than half an hour passed before I knew it.

The three of them helped bring the prepared dishes to the Eight Immortals Table in the living room.

Then, Zhang Shijun went to get two cans of wine sealed with mud.

As soon as the mud seal was opened, a pure aroma of wine spread.

"This is Lihua Alcohol!" Qin Tian blurted out.

"You actually know about Lihua Chun?" Zhang Shijun glanced at Qin Tian in surprise.

Qin Tian looked thoughtful. In his ninety-ninth life, the chef in his house was also named Zhang. Not only did he cook good dishes, but the pear alcohol he brewed was a rare wine.

The Lihua Chun wine recipe was handed down from the ancestors of the Zhang family. If there are no accidents, Zhang Shijun should be a descendant of his cook.

Zheng Yusen couldn't wait to take the small wine jar from Zhang Shijun's hand. After pouring four small glasses, he couldn't help but take a sip, and then praised with enjoyment: "Good wine, good wine!"

"Come! Come, don't be polite, everyone, eat food and drink!"

Under Zhang Shijun's greeting, everyone began to eat and drink. Qin Tian took a sip of Lihua Chuan and ate a few more dishes. He believed in his own judgment even more. Zhang Shijun was the descendant of the cook in his previous life. However, the Li Huan Chun he brewed was The dishes are all inferior to his cook's.

By the time we finished eating and drinking, it was already more than an hour later.

There was not a single dish left on the table. After finishing the pear alcohol, Zhang Shijun went to get another jar.

When Zheng Yusen was still shouting for a drink, the other party refused to take it out.

"Uncle Zhang would like to ask, is there anyone named Zhang Shun in your ancestors?"

Qin Tian suddenly asked.

"How do you know that Zhang Shun is my great-grandfather!" Zhang Shijun looked at Qin Tian in surprise.

Qin Tian smiled: "How I know it is hard to tell Uncle Zhang, but I know that the pear alcohol you brew and the cooking temperature are not as good as your great-grandfather!"

"I don't know about this." Zhang Shijun shook his head: "When I was born, my great-grandfather was no longer here. The recipe and recipes for Lihua Chun Liquor were all passed down to me by my father!"

"I wonder if there is any record in the recipes handed down by Uncle Zhang that brewing the best pear alcohol and making the most delicious dishes requires the use of internal energy as a supplement?"

Qin Tian asked again.

For a moment, Zhang Shijun was even more shocked and said, "It does exist, but the inner energy is just a fiction. Has anyone seen it before?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Shijun's tone was somewhat disapproving.

For a moment, both Zheng Yusen and Zheng Weiwei looked at Qin Tian.

Qin Tian smiled: "No, the inner energy is not fictitious!"

While talking, Qin Tian suddenly grabbed it out of thin air, and a small potted plant standing on the windowsill flew over and was held in Qin Tian's palm.

Seeing this scene, the three people present were dumbfounded.

After a while, Zhang Shijun stammered: "You...did you use your internal power to suck the potted plant over?"

Qin Tian nodded.

"I didn't expect that there is such a thing as internal power in this world. Most of my life has been wasted!" Zhang Shijun lamented.

"Uncle Zhang, do you want to learn? If you develop your inner strength, you can brew more fragrant pear alcohol and make the most delicious dishes!" Qin Tian said in a leisurely manner.

"Will you teach me?"

Zhang Shijun looked surprised.

"As long as you want to learn?"

Qin Tian smiled, but Zheng Yusen on the side looked anxious, and Zheng Weiwei was also quite moved.

As for Qin Tian's teaching of Zhang Shijun's martial arts, it was mainly because his ancestors had served him for many years. (To be continued)