After my divorce, I opened a gourmet restaurant

This memory lasted for a long time, for several days, and in the past few days, Han Dingtian took Xiaoyuan to meet his grandfather and the Zhang family.

The conversation between the two is still as intimate and full of love as before, but there is always a layer of window paper in the middle, and Han Yan stomps his feet when he sees it.

Han Yan's mood is very uncomplicated, and he feels full of guilt towards his own grandmother while knocking CP.

Xiaoyuan is not a character who can live at home, Han Dingtian often takes her to Yunfeng Tower, the boss of Yunfeng Tower is Zhang Fuzhi, a famous rich man in ten miles and eight towns, he also studied in the UK when he was young, he is well-known and knowledgeable, and he is rich and rich.

It is said that the gentleman is far away from cooking, seeing his life but not his death, smelling his voice, and can't bear to eat his flesh, but although Zhang Fuzhi is good at reading, he is not a corrupt Confucian, and he dared to put himself in the ring when he was young.

And the cooking skills are also quite good, when I was in the UK, I followed a few Chinese chefs to learn to cook, and the specialty dishes of the eight major cuisines will be cooked, and Yunfeng Lou has also become a well-known restaurant.

If you want Zhang Fuzhi to cook and cook by yourself, you have to spend a lot of money.

"Sister Xiaoyuan, usually Uncle Zhang will teach me Wing Chun boxing, and will also teach me to cook, if you feel bored, just walk around the Genting Tower.

Han Dingtian's eyes were shining when he looked at Xiao Yuan, although the age difference between the two was a few years old, Han Dingtian felt that he was not as young as Xiao Yuan.

"Sister Xiaoyuan, I'm going to practice martial arts, just stay upstairs!" Yunfeng

Building is a four-story restaurant, one of the best buildings in the entire Spring City, behind him is the Zhang family courtyard, the Zhang family is very empty, there are not many maids, Zhang Fuzhi has no brothers and sisters, and his parents died a few years ago.

Such a diamond king, a golden bachelor, and the matchmaker have broken the threshold, and the girls in the city fantasize about marrying him, if they give birth to a son and a half daughter, they will become green clouds from now on, and sparrows will become phoenixes.

It's a pity that the girl from ten miles and eight towns didn't enter Zhang Fuzhi's eyes.

At this moment, the weather was cloudy, the sky was snowing, Zhang Fuzhi sat on the Taishi chair under the eaves and watched Han Dingtian in the square boxing.

"This punch, the fist is not on point, the heart is impetuous, what is it like!" Zhang

Fuzhi snorted coldly, got up from the Taishi chair and walked into the room.

"Stand outside today, don't stand for two hours, and don't go back to the house to eat. "

Yes!"

Han Dingtian was not unconvinced at all, without Uncle Zhang, he would not be where he is today, and he still regards the other party as a father in his heart.

He also knew that the punch was not good today, just because the thought of Madoka's face made his heart fly.

Observing his grandson Han Yan and seeing his grandfather's uncompetitive appearance, he shook his head and sighed, he suddenly thought of a book.

Márquez's "Love in the Time of Cholera" is also translated as "Love in the Spread of the Plague", in which the

male protagonist Alisa also shows that she is losing weight and becoming thinner and thinner, as if she is sick.

Looking at it now, it is obvious that Grandpa also has this symptom.

Sure enough, Han Yan was right, and the next day Han Dingtian contracted the wind chill and lay on the kang at home, unable to lift any strength.

"Uncle Zhang is really, it's snowing outside and you stand for two hours.

Xiao Yuan held the medicine in his hand, and sat beside Han Dingtian with distressed eyes.

"I don't blame Uncle Zhang, it's me who didn't do a good job. Han Dingtian was lying on the bed, sweating profusely, but he just felt cold all over his body.

"Come, drink the medicine, drink the medicine and sleep well. "

Madoka looks handsome, her eyebrows were not obvious because of malnutrition before, but now after a few days, her skin is more shiny, her body is more and more slender, and her voice is gentle.

Han Dingtian only felt that when he saw her, his whole body was full of blood, and the inadvertent touch of his fingers could make his heart beat like a turbocharge.

"Sister Yuan, I—" He grabbed Xiao's clenched hand, and then drank it like an electric shock.

"Bitter, really his bitterness!" Han

Dingtian grinned bitterly, and the Chinese medicine was bitter and astringent when he drank it, from the mouth to the stomach.

"Good medicine is bitter and good for disease, good, I'll go and make you something to eat, you sleep for a while first, and make sure that you won't be bitter next time you drink the medicine." "

Uh-huh.

After Han Dingtian closed his eyes, Xiao Yuan ran directly to Yunfeng Tower.

"Xiaoyuan girl, you don't stay at home on a cold day, what are you doing in the back kitchen!" Lao

Huang was chopping sauerkraut, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw Xiaoyuan running over.

"Uncle Huang, I'll come over and make something to eat for Dingtian, do we have any rice that has been soaked overnight?"

Old Huang shook his head: "Can I still use the rice that has been soaked overnight?"

Xiao Yuan was not disappointed and continued to ask: "Uncle Huang, do we have osmanthus sauce

in the store?" Lao Huang put down the sauerkraut in his hand, "There is no sauerkraut in the store, but I have a little at home, my wife made several cans in the summer, do you want to use me to get you some tomorrow?"

Xiao Yuan smiled: "Thank you, Uncle Huang."

After returning home, she made two bowls of rice to soak in the basin, and two bowls of round glutinous rice to soak in another basin, and even the basin with rice was brought into Yunfeng Building after a night.

Han Yan followed her, not figuring out what Grandma Xiaoyuan was going to do.

When she got to the back kitchen, Madoka fished out all the rice.

Lao Huang walked over with a small clay pot, "Miss Xiaoyuan, are you going to make osmanthus cake?" Xiaoyuan

nodded: "The Chinese medicine he eats in Dingtian is too bitter, I think he can eat something sweet after drinking the medicine."

"You don't have to do it yourself, there are some of them sold in the alleys outside." "

That's different, I made it myself, and he ate it sweeter.

Lao Huang smiled and shook his head: "I really don't understand you young people." "

Uncle Huang, can you help me grind the rice and round rice into rice noodles, I'll go find the mold."

Lao Huang took two pots of rice: "I'll send it to you later."

After a while, the wooden checkered mold was found by Madoka, and the two types of rice flour were also ground.

The rice grinding machine is not fine, and it needs to be sieved again, so Madoka stood in a place that did not hinder people's work and sifted the rice noodles for half a day.

The sifted rice flour and glutinous rice flour are put into the pot in a four-to-one ratio, and then a little less sugar than the glutinous rice flour is added.

These things are stirred and then re-sifted.

When everything was done, Madoka found an empty pot.

Because it was the morning, there were almost no people who ate, and the back kitchen was also leisurely, so as not to attract people's eyes and delay others from doing their work.

Put a wooden steaming grid in the pot, the shape of the wooden steaming grid is like a cube missing a opposite side, and a layer of cloth is spread under the steaming grid, and under the cloth is a steaming drawer.

At this point, the production of osmanthus cake can be regarded as the real beginning, and all that is before is preparation.

If you don't soak the rice a day in advance, it would have taken two or three hours to get to this point.