Dream Guide

This was Huang Liang's first time dining with the young master of the Wolfe family. Before that, he had always eaten alone under the arrangement of his servants.

I originally thought they would be sitting across from each other at the two ends of a very long dining table, eating carefully prepared Western snacks, but I didn't expect that there was an Eight Immortals table in the restaurant, with exquisite plates and seven or eight dishes. All are very authentic Chinese food.

As soon as Huang Liang walked in, he smelled a long-lost fragrance. He concluded that this must be made by an authentic Huaiyang chef.

How many years have I not smelled such pure aroma of vegetables?

Whether in Amsterdam or Los Angeles, there are many Chinese restaurants and there are many skilled chefs. However, those restaurants are opened in the Western world and are more or less influenced by Western food and imprinted with Western culture. There is a smell of cream, cheese and Western-style barbecue. Except for some heavy-flavored dishes that can still taste some authentic Chinese flavors, those delicate and light dishes that need to be savored have basically changed their taste.

The scent made Huang Liang almost drool, and it also brought back many memories.

He remembered drinking with Lao Yu in a small restaurant in Wuzhong, and the restaurant also smelled like this. Lao Yu, half drunk and half awake, said, "Eldest nephew, don't call me uncle from now on. Call me Lao Yu." When you call me uncle, I want to cry.

He remembered that when he was a child and got good grades in the exam, his mother slaughtered the old hen at home and stewed a pot of soup. A thick layer of golden oil floated on the surface of the soup, and the fragrance could float eighteen miles away. My sister was greedy and rushed to drink it, but ended up burning her mouth. My mother blamed my sister and said that this was to replenish the health of your brother. Your brother was good at studying and wanted to take the college entrance examination. My sister pouted her blistered lips and said that I can also study and I also want to take the college entrance examination. I will study better than my brother in the future.

My sister at that time was a bit stupid, so cute. In the summer, my mother pickled all the duck eggs at home and made them into salted duck eggs. In the morning, she gave one to the brother and sister. It was the only meaty thing they could eat that day. My mother's knife skills are very good. With one stroke of the knife, the duck egg was neatly cut in half. My sister picked back and forth between the two halves of duck eggs, trying to choose the bigger one, but she couldn't choose it right. She opened her big eyes and asked, brother, brother, which one is bigger? My brother pointed at the smaller one in a mischievous manner and said, "This one is bigger."

Seeing his sister happily eating the small ones as if they were big ones, he shook his head and thought to himself, "How can you get into college if you are so stupid?"

Later, my sister went to school and was surprisingly good at reading, even better than her brother. But every time I divided the salted duck eggs, my sister still couldn't tell the size, so she had to ask her brother. When her brother pointed the small ones into bigger ones, she went to eat them happily. When her brother pointed out the big one to her, she wrinkled her nose and said, brother, you lied to me! Then he chuckled and took the smaller one away again.

After a long time, my sister was gone. His mother told him that her sister had known which half of the salted duck eggs were bigger and which were smaller since she was a child. She always gave the bigger ones to her brother, saying that he was a boy and needed to gain strength.

When he returned home after graduating from college, his mother stewed another chicken. That was the last time he smelled the chicken soup in his hometown. But his sister is gone. He cried on his sister's grave all night, took a knife, split the basket of salted duck eggs one by one, pointed at the big half and said: Sister, you can eat this big one.

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Huang Liang stood silently in front of the Eight Immortals table, looking at the wine and vegetables on the table. I don't know why, but his eyes suddenly became wet, and something strange was crawling in his heart like ants.

He reached out and touched his waist and felt there were two extra things there. At least one of them should have been on her sister. He imagined that two kidneys were placed on the table, and his sister was picking them over, asking, brother, brother, which one is bigger?

Maybe God only prepared two kidneys for them, but the sister didn't want any of them and gave them all to her brother.

Qui Wolfe is tall, even a bit ferocious in appearance, but he behaves elegantly and speaks politely, showing a gentleman's demeanor in everything he says and does. He waved his hand to let the servants go out, then stood quietly and looked at the silent Huang Liang, neither urging nor disturbing.

Huang Liang suddenly came back to his senses, and his heart jumped nervously. It wasn't that he lost his composure in front of Hong Kui, but that he found that he had more and more inexplicable emotions. The rich emotions were torturing him, making him increasingly unable to recognize himself. He often indulges in these memories. The scary thing is that these memories are obviously painful, but he feels very enjoyable.

He found that human beings are indeed a strange species and like to recall the past - deceased relatives, broken lovers, friends who can't be contacted, glory that can't be recovered... People are obsessed with such memories and enjoy the pain brought by memories - Pain and happiness, this is probably life!

"Sorry, these dishes remind me of my childhood in my hometown in China." Huang Liang did not intend to hide it. Sometimes, honesty is safer than lies.

"It's a simple meal, I'll make you laugh." Hong Kui smiled at him, pulled out his chair, and made a gesture of invitation.

The food is very delicious, no worse than the chefs in any hotel in Wuzhong. Even from the perspective of Huaiyang cuisine, the taste of these dishes is more authentic, because the restaurants in Wuzhong are inevitably a bit sweet. Authentic Huaiyang cuisine is never sweet or greasy. Sure enough, rich people are different. They can eat delicacies from all over the world while sitting at home.

During the meal, of course, they talked about old Wolfe's condition. Hong Kui told them about their family medical history and past treatment experiences without reservation. Some of them Huang Liang already knew, but there were others, such as the process of Qingmu's treatment in Wuzhong, which he had just learned about.

"Why don't you stay in Wuzhong for a while and why are you so anxious to come back?" Huang Liang asked.

"There were some problems within the family business and the gang. After my father learned about the invasion of consciousness from Aoki, he felt that the situation might be much more serious than imagined, so he came back to rectify it. In fact, it was fortunate that he came back in time, otherwise Wall would The business that my husband’s family has been running for hundreds of years may have been ruined.”

Hong Kui said it casually, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, but Huang Liang could imagine that in a family like theirs, the various forces and relationships are intertwined. Once disaster strikes Xiao Qiang, it may not be easy to rectify it. Secretly, he doesn't know How many bloody storms, and how many innocent ordinary people have been harmed.

"Have you found the parasite?"

"We don't know. We have no way of determining who is being parasitized."

"Then how do you organize things so that you are not afraid that there are backbones down there that are parasites?"

Hong Kui smiled and said: "The gang has never been short of traitors. The state has national laws, families have family rules, and we have our own way of dealing with traitors. Unless all the backbones are parasitized, one or two traitors will not affect the overall situation. "

"So they ended up targeting your father?"

"I'm afraid they are targeting my father not only for our family's industry and the gang power in North America, but also..."

"And that dream about your father, right?"

Hong Kui hesitated for a moment and nodded solemnly.

"Then they didn't target you?" Huang Liang looked at Hong Kui seriously. He had to confirm whether there was anything wrong with this person. "You just said that you were chosen as the heir of the family because you also had such a dream. .”

"That's what's strange to me. I've been waiting for them, but they didn't come to me," Hongkui said.

At this moment, Huang Liang's phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it. It was an unfamiliar number. He had no friends in Vancouver, and the only one he knew, Professor Dickinson, never called him. He immediately realized that this might be the organization coming to contact him.

Hong Kui stood up knowingly and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Huang Liang answered the phone, and a processed voice came from inside: "The second leader wants to see you..."