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The emcee spoke passionately on the stage about how the bride and groom knew each other, fell in love, and confessed their love on the variety show. The guests in the audience, whether they had witnessed it with their own eyes or heard about it through hearsay, all made me laugh.

Except for Jiang Qi's table.

It can be said that everyone at this table has their own thoughts.

Xu Cheng was preoccupied with what he would eat at the Jiang family's recognition banquet in a few days. Should he start with two portions of golden cabbage as an appetizer, or should the lion eat a portion of swallow's wings to satisfy his appetite? The calculations in my heart were so loud that there were several lines on the menu, and tears of excitement almost overflowed from the corners of my mouth.

Han Guishan sat next to Xu Cheng, and he didn't understand the look and expression of his long-time friend who was absent-minded, seemed very excited, and even wanted to eat.

If you don’t understand, then read more. Anyway, Han Guishan had seen the stories on stage and was not interested. He simply stared at Xu Cheng, wanting to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.

Fatty Han Youxin was sitting on the edge of Han Guishan, staring longingly at Jiang Qi across from him. He was so far-sighted that he wanted to crawl under the table and finalize with Jiang Qi the specific itinerary for this year's winter camp in the amusement park.

Ji Xia, Ji Xue and Wang Jing all sat quietly.

Ji Xia is Jiang Feng's apprentice. The kind of person who kowtows and offers tea can theoretically sit at the table of relatives and friends of the Jiang family. Ji Xia sat at this table solely to accompany her sister.

After studying art abroad for several years, Ji Xia not only grew taller but also grew taller. He was a full 1.75 meters tall, with sharp features and full of heroic spirit. Years of working as a desk clerk have made Ji Xia's body, especially the muscle lines of his arms, very smooth. He sat down on the chair with a calm expression and an aura of 2.8 meters.

Ji Xia was not very interested in the romantic love stories on stage that she had never seen before. She was only interested in when she could pick up her master's wife's children from school.

Ji Xia, who is not very good at math, counted on his fingers in his mind.

I haven't fully finished my studies yet. Even if I do, I can't come back immediately without any results, otherwise I will lose my reputation as a master.

Ji Xia didn't want her peers in the industry to see her and muttered in her mind, how could Jiang Feng have such an apprentice. She wanted everyone to sigh in their hearts when they saw her, she was truly worthy of being Jiang Feng's apprentice.

If you want to win an award, it will take... one year, two years, three years...

As the years count, the corners of Ji Xia's mouth turn downwards.

"What's wrong with Xia Xia? Are you feeling sick in your stomach?" Ji Xue noticed Ji Xia's expression and asked with concern.

"No." Ji Xia shook her head slightly and lowered her voice, so low that it was almost inaudible, "I'm just counting the days until I can go back."

"Sister, I can't bear to leave you and my master and my wife."

As he spoke, Ji Xia pouted her mouth, her nose felt a little sore, and she instantly transformed into Ji Xia's child.

Ji Xue laughed: "We are all adults now, and we are still the same as when we were children."

The two sisters whispered words that others could not hear clearly. From a distance, they looked like a warm painting.

It happened that there was a well-known painter on the table. Xue Shaoheng took out a common 10-yuan drawing book on the market from his carry-on bag, picked up a pencil, and sketched out a rough shape with a few strokes.

You can vaguely see two people cuddling together.

Xue Shaoheng cannot draw portraits, but his condition has improved a lot in the past few years. He can speak one word or two, and can barely use words to let others know what he wants to express. He no longer has to dance around and hum like before. snort.

Although he saw that people's faces were still as distorted as ever and the world was still dark, there was still some brilliance in the dark world.

Xue Shaoheng stared at the drawing paper, thinking whether to add a few more strokes.

At this moment, the pencil in his hand rubbed his index finger restlessly, indicating that he liked this work very much.

Xue Shaoheng smiled shyly, put away his drawing book, and continued to be an ordinary table eater.

Before taking out the paintbrush, Jiang Qi never thought that there was actually a toy spirit that could break out of the siege and become Xue Shaoheng's toy.

After all, although Xue Shaoheng likes every toy equally, he is also not the owner of every toy equally.

But who told the painter to find the brush that suits him best?

Although this brush is a toy type, it is a permanent re-core mechanical pencil that needs to be replaced.

It is not as brave as a knight, not as noisy as a racing car, not as beautiful and delicate as a princess, nor as considerate and beautiful as a flower fairy.

It doesn't have the intelligence of a human toy spirit, nor the clinginess and naivety of a plush toy.

It is a taciturn pencil that likes to jump out word after word just like its owner.

It is a black light in the black and white world of its owner.

Xue Shaoheng also rubbed his brush and carefully put the brush into his pocket.

So what is our protagonist Jiang Qi doing at this moment?

He was slapping me in the face.

Although he has his sister on his left and Xue Shaoheng on his right, it does not prevent him from kowtow for a while.

Now Jiang Qi's mind is filled with, damn, she even confessed her love in public, but I didn't see the live version. No wonder the yam sweetened into her heart turns out to be the taste of first love. It's really shameful that Xinghua didn't say such an important part. Sounds good.

Jiang Bing, who was beside Jiang Qi, didn't care about his younger brother who was sitting beside him and was struggling to death. He was still stubbornly studying the menu and immersed himself in looking at his mobile phone.

Suddenly, Jiang Bing's expression was the same, his expression was tense, his hand was holding the phone tightly and he suddenly raised his head.

"Brother, something bad is going on. An informant came to report that this wedding banquet is Chinese food, and the chef may not be Chef Arnold."

Jiang Qi:?

“Who else could it be but Chef Arnold?”

Jiang Bing was instantly worried: "If that's the case, wouldn't it be a fake menu if I got the menu in advance?"

"It's over, it's over."

"Brother, what do you think we'll be serving later? I feel like all the chefs who know how to cook are sitting at the table. Won't the food we're waiting for be delicious?"

"We just followed so much. If the food doesn't taste good, we'll be in big trouble."

Jiang Qi:......

It sounds so familiar, as if I've seen this in a prophecy crystal ball.

According to the development of the plot, how will you act next?

No, I forgot the lyrics after several years.

Forget it, it’s not important.

Jiang Qi opened his mouth and was about to comfort Jiang Bing with a few words that the food must be delicious. When he turned around, he saw the food being served.

The food is served!

Although it is a cold dish, it is served!

Jiang Qi licked his lips and stared at the waiter in the distance.

What cold dish was served first?

Sauced beef, radish skin, dried beef tripe or Luohan tripe?

Last year, the new radish skins from Tai Feng upstairs were particularly crisp and refreshing, with a bit of sweetness. Jiang Cha snatched away a full 20 kilograms. Jiang Qi and others ate porridge with radish skins for breakfast for a month, and Jiang Qi still has it now. I remember the taste of radish skin and will never forget it.

What if I serve a portion of radish skin first, then a portion of preserved egg and lean meat porridge, and add some side dishes to cover it.

Bliss.

Soon, Jiang Qi realized that the first dish was definitely not radish skin.

Because this dish is huge.

It looks like a bird from a distance.

A lifelike, erect, very beautiful and large bird that could theoretically be anywhere, but just shouldn't be on a plate.

"The golden pheasant crows in spring!" someone exclaimed.

"What spring?" Someone has never seen the world.

Jiang Qi and Jiang Bing are the ones who have never seen the world.

"Is this... a cold dish?" Jiang Bing was dumbfounded and stared at the golden pheasant brought by the waiter. He really wanted to ask, do you rich people eat like this?

Not only pursue art in daily life, but also pursue art when eating, and bring art directly to the table.

If Jiang Qi and Jiang Bing are shocked by what they have never seen in the world, then Xu Cheng and Han Guishan are shocked by what they have seen.

Of course Xu Cheng knew who made this dish, but he was shocked when he found out.

Golden Pheasant Cingchun is not a dish like Wensi Tofu, which involves cutting a piece of tofu into tens of thousands of shreds. It tests the skill of the knife, the combination of ingredients, and the patience of the plating and chef.

This is a very labor-intensive dish that you can enjoy just by looking at it without using your chopsticks.

The maker of this dish, Jiang Weiming, is already over a hundred years old.

The Golden Pheasant's Crying of Spring also caused quite a stir at the main table. Jiang Weiming proudly raised his head despite the death stare from his apprentice, "Master, how can you secretly cook at such an old age without calling me?"

Jiang Weiguo sat on the edge and hummed unconvinced, thinking that his food would surely amaze everyone when he served it.

Mr. Wu secretly lamented that it was a mistake. If he had known that I was also making cold dishes, the first dish he served shocked the whole audience.

The dishes are beautifully cooked, but it's troublesome to eat them.

Jiang Qi held the chopsticks and didn't know how to take them off for the first time.

Should we eat the head first, or the tail, or the feathers, or the body.

It seems that no matter where I eat, it’s not good.

It was as if the chopsticks had broken the dish, and I had become a sinner.

Xu Cheng saw the concerns of Jiang Qi and Jiang Bing. He stretched out his chopsticks with a smile and took away a carrot slice for decoration on the tail. He said: "The dishes are served for people to eat. You can eat whatever you want." Eat, as long as it ends up in your stomach, it doesn’t matter how you eat.”

"Yes, yes!" Jiang Bing agreed crazily, then stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a carrot slice.

Jiang Qi followed closely and took away the last carrot slice from his tail.

Entrance.

tasty!

tasty!

Delicious!

The carrot slices have been blanched in boiling water. The taste is much sweeter than raw carrot slices, while retaining the crisp texture of raw carrot slices. If it were just like this, this carrot slice would not be considered delicious. You will know what boiled carrots taste like when you go home and throw the carrots into water and boil them. It will not taste any better.

The wonderful thing about this carrot slice is that it seems to have been mixed with a mixture of sesame oil, giving it a wonderful, delicious and appetizing taste.

This novel taste appeared in Jiang Qi's mouth for the first time, and he couldn't help but pick up several carrot slices, which made all the carrot slices on the golden pheasant's belly bald.

Five minutes later, after eating various shredded, sliced ​​and diced vegetables, Jiang Qi felt that he had a great appetite and could eat another 10 kilograms of vegetables.

You can eat whatever you want and get your gift money back!

Cold dishes were served one after another, each one carefully prepared. The exquisite cold dishes that would have outdone others at ordinary banquets were overshadowed by the golden pheasant today and were reduced to supporting roles.

Jiang Qi only regretted that he only had one mouth and could only eat food one bite at a time.

“I can’t imagine how cheerful I would be if I ate like this every day.”

As soon as the cold dishes were served, Jiang Qi felt that today's dinner had paid off.

Hearing Jiang Qi's words, Xu Cheng gave him a thoughtful look, with a slight smile on his lips, and said, "Who knows?"

"Maybe this day will come."

Han Guishan next door to Xu Cheng:?

ha?

Tai Fung House finally decided to open during the Chinese New Year?

Great! (End of chapter)