Life is a Game

Zhang Zhiyun's family was wondering, Jiang Feng went to the toilet alone for nearly half an hour, and he didn't come back after the fried eggplant and shredded pork with Beijing sauce were on the table. Zhang Zhiyun was about to go to the toilet to find him, so he saw him He came over with a pot of tea.

"Brother Feng, did you go order a pot of tea?" Zhang Zhiyun asked.

"I just met the owner of Yongheju. He made a pot of tea and gave it to me. I remember you told me that Grandpa Zhang likes to drink tea, so I brought the tea to Grandpa Zhang to taste." Jiang Feng explained .

Of course, Zhang Zhiyun didn't tell Jiang Feng that Zhang Chu liked to drink tea, but Jiang Feng saw tea jars on the cabinet in two memories about the Zhang family, so he could probably guess that Zhang Chu usually drank tea.

"You kid, what's wrong with chatting with others, tell classmate Xiaojiang that I like drinking tea." Zhang Chu said cheerfully.

Zhang Zhiyun:? ? ?

How could he not remember that he said it.

"The cloud tea in Mount Lu is still the cloud on the mountain." Jiang Feng handed the teapot to Zhang Chu and sat down.

"The clouds and mists on the mountain are incredible, so I'm lucky today." Zhang Chu looked excited, picked up the teapot, poured himself a small cup of hot tea, and took a sip.

"Wuya has sucked all the fragrant dragon fat, the tea soup is clear, the taste is mellow and sweet, it really is worthy of the clouds on the mountain." Zhang Chu praised, picked up the teapot and poured tea for everyone on the table, "This is a rare good tea, The clouds and mists on the mountain have a price but no market, you all come to taste it.”

Jiang Feng said that he likes to drink cold tea, mainly because the drinks he buys will not be hot, and the iced Vita lemon tea and iced black tea taste better. Sometimes guests at home make tea and he doesn't know how to drink it. He didn't expect to drink tea in Yongheju today.

Entrance, bitter.

Taste it again, it's still bitter.

Not mellow, not sweet, only bitter, and bitter.

Jiang Feng turned to look at Zhang Zhiyun's expression. His tea drinking skills should be similar to his own.

Niu chews peonies, wastes everything, these 8 characters are perfect for the two of them.

Most of the shredded pork with Beijing sauce on the table has gone, but everyone tasted a piece of fried eggplant and never touched it again. The chef of Yongheju cooks the fried eggplant so-so, and it may be the chef who makes this fried eggplant dish, which is quite satisfactory and even a little greasy.

Jiang Feng took a chopstick and poured oil over the eggplant, and lost interest after taking a bite.

"Dad, you're really bad at ordering food. You've never ordered the right food once." Zhang Zhiyun complained.

Zhang Chiyuan: ...

"That's right, what Yunyun said is right. If you don't know how to order, don't order blindly. Look at what you ordered." Zhang's mother was obviously not satisfied with the fried eggplant.

Zhang Chiyuan: ...

"I won't order next time." Zhang Chiyuan conceded.

"Where are you going tomorrow?" Jiang Feng asked.

"It's not decided yet. I was going to climb Fragrant Hills tomorrow, but it's too hot today. It's too hot to visit Prince Gong's Mansion today. If I climb the mountains this day, my grandfather's body will definitely not be able to bear it." Zhang Zhiyun couldn't help but say Fanned it twice with his hand, "Tomorrow, let's go to an art gallery or a museum to have a look, and go to an indoor place with air conditioning."

"That's right, it's too hot today. I can't bear to go outside in such a hot day, even I can't bear it." Zhang Chiyuan echoed.

While talking, the waiter served the food.

It's jar meat.

"Yongheju's jar meat tastes very good. Last time our family came to Yongheju, we ordered this dish. It is stewed with firewood. It is very authentic." Jiang Feng strongly recommended Yongheju's jar meat.

The quality of the jar meat this time is still very high. The large pieces of pork belly are shiny and brownish red. It is obviously fat and thin. Greasy and just feels tempting.

All the male compatriots present were carnivores, and they ate meat with their chopsticks.

"This dish is delicious." Zhang Zhiyun praised, already eating the third piece.

"No matter how delicious it is, can it be as delicious as your grandma's cooking?" Zhang Chu couldn't eat too much greasy food when he was too old, so he took a sip and then sipped the tea.

"Compared to grandma's cooking, it must be worse." Zhang Zhiyun said, but in fact he had almost forgotten what Cao Guixiang's cooking tasted like.

Cao Guixiang only stayed in his life briefly for 16 years, and a large part of it was his childhood and infancy that he had almost forgotten. In the past few years, apart from Sun Guanyun's dry fried Niuhe and Jiang Feng's failed Yunji, he could hardly think of the taste of Cao Guixiang's food.

"Hello, white fungus stew, please take it easy." The waiter brought the white fungus stew to the table.

This is a very beautiful dish, with white white fungus, black hair lettuce, orange-red carrots, green lettuce, brown-yellow fresh mushrooms, and colorful.

The white fungus is placed in a ball like a flower in the center. The carrots and lettuce are peeled and peeled into the shape of fresh mushrooms. Together with the balls of lettuce and small pieces of fresh mushrooms, they are arranged neatly and axially symmetrically. The code is next to the white fungus.

The whole dish is a round shape, with a thick and fragrant yellow chicken soup underneath, which looks like a flower.

This was Jiang Feng's first time seeing white fungus vegetarian stew with his own eyes. Before that, he had only heard of it. He knew that it was a famous mutual dish in Tan's family cuisine, that is, vegetarian dish.

Jiang Feng lowered his chopsticks to pick up a piece of carrot. The chef's knife skill was very good. The carrot was cut into small and lovely round shapes, similar in size, and all round and regular.

In the mouth, there is the sweet aroma of carrot itself, as well as the salty aroma of the sauce made from chicken oil and the original soup, which is very light and delicious.

Yongheju can be called the No. 1 restaurant in Beiping privately by many people, and it really has two brushes.

When the Jiang family came to eat earlier, Jiang Feng thought nothing of it. Although the masters of Yongheju had good craftsmanship, his own craftsmanship was not bad either.

Now that he tasted the stewed white fungus, Jiang Feng could only lament that the old restaurant in Beiping really had two brushes.

The apprentices of Cao Guixiang's second brother could do so well, Jiang Feng couldn't even imagine what Cao Guixiang's tremella stew would taste like.

When Jiang Feng went to pinch the vegetables again, he found that no one was using the chopsticks on the table.

Looking up at the others in astonishment, Jiang Feng found that their eyes were all red.

Seeing Jiang Feng looking at him, Zhang Zhiyun casually wiped away the tears that were about to flow from his eyes.

"The taste of this dish is very similar to that made by my grandma." Zhang Zhiyun explained, "It's not as good as the one my grandma made for me on my 10th birthday, but it's really similar."

Sometimes people feel that they have forgotten a lot of things, and there is no memory of that time in their minds, but their bodies are very honest to help them remember.

The eyes remember, the nose remembers, and the tongue remembers.

The tongue will help you remember the taste of the food, the feeling when eating the food, and the feelings for the cook.

This is a lifetime memory that will never be forgotten.

"Although this dish is a vegetarian dish, it is very troublesome to prepare. Tremella needs to be soaked in advance, and after soaking, it has to be boiled in clear soup for an hour. Carrots and lettuce have to be peeled, which is wasteful to peel. Use chicken fat, the chicken fat from an old hen is the best." Zhang Chu looked at the white fungus stew on the table, as if he saw the person who made this dish for him through this dish.

Jiang Feng didn't know what to say, so he could only keep silent.

"What's the matter today, I haven't thought of your grandma for many years, but I remembered after eating a bite of food." Zhang Chu laughed.

The surroundings suddenly darkened. Jiang Feng looked up and found that the lights were off.

The lights in the entire hall on the second floor were turned off, and the guests in the hall were in an uproar.

"Guests, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it may be that the road construction nearby cut off the cable, and there is an emergency power outage. Our store has a backup power supply. Please stay calm, and I will call right away. I will cause trouble for everyone. I'm really sorry." The lobby manager ran out and explained loudly to everyone.

It is hot in summer, and it gets dark and late in Beiping. It doesn't get dark until 8 o'clock. Although it is already 7 o'clock, it is still very hot and dry. As long as the air conditioner is turned off, people will feel hot.

"Yunyun, go and open the window, it's too stuffy without an air conditioner." Zhang Chiyuan already felt a little hot, and needed to open the window to breathe.

"Let me open it." Jiang Feng stood close to the window and got up to open it.