Coming to the third floor, Zhang Yuejin led everyone into a room.

The room is very large, facing the door is a whole wall of frameless glass, Xu Zhuo only then noticed that there is a river behind the villa, the whole river is not wide, but it is very beautifully built.

With all kinds of greenery and flowers, and the clear water of the river, this quiet environment is indeed worth eight figures in a city like Rongcheng.

There is a sofa and a coffee table in front of the glass, and an old man in a dressing gown is sitting on the sofa, enjoying the beautiful scenery outside while taking a small bite of food fed by others.

Hearing the knock on the door, he turned his face with difficulty and stared at the old man carefully, the wrinkles on his face gradually stretched.

"Looks exactly like your father, come and come, come and sit. ”

The old man had a clear complexion, was very thin, and his speech was weak, but his eyes were bright and his spirit was good.

Several people walked over and sat down according to their priorities.

The old man sat next to Mrs. Zhang, and Xu Zhuo sat at the end.

When the old man was greeting Mrs. Zhang, he was idle, leaning in front of the frameless window, enjoying the beautiful scenery outside.

Originally, Xu Zhuo thought that the two old men would be speechless, but he didn't expect to chat for about 20 minutes without stopping.

At first, Wei Junming could still interject a few words, but as the two old men began to talk about the capital, Wei Junming couldn't interject at all.

He walked to Xu Zhuo's side, saw Xu Zhuo looking at the scenery outside, and couldn't help but say: "The housing prices in this neighborhood are very expensive, and the houses in the opposite community are townhouses, which are cheaper than here, about sixty or seventy-one square meters, and it seems that the entire Huanhuaxi neighborhood is full of high-end communities." ”

"You've been here for a long time, do you want to make a home here?"

Boss Xu smiled and didn't speak.

Of course he thought about it, but unfortunately his strength didn't allow it.

The house here has to start with tens of millions, and at the level of his earnings, he can only think about it.

You still have to earn money, how good it is to have money to live in such a picturesque place.

You can also enjoy your own quiet in this bustling city.

"Little clumsy, bring me my bag. ”

The old man patronized and chatted, forgetting that Xu Zhuo was still holding his bag in his hand.

Xu Zhuo got up and handed the bag over and handed it to the old man.

Mrs. Zhang looked at Xu Zhuo and asked the old man: "This is your grandson?" ”

He said an authentic Beijing film, which really surprised Xu Zhuo.

Generally, people who have been away from home for many years can rarely speak the local accent so purely, especially in a place like Rongcheng, regardless of the people in Shannanhai, Haibei, who will basically be led astray by the Sichuan dialect when they come here.

But in Mrs. Zhang's words, there is no shadow of Sichuan dialect at all.

This reminded him of the Northeast dialect, which also has strong assimilation genes.

I don't know if Mr. Zhang, who has lived in the Northeast for decades, can maintain this pure Beijing accent.

The old man took out a thread-bound book from his bag whose cover had long since disappeared.

It is said that it is a book, but in fact, it is a stack of paper sewn together, and there is a possibility that the shelf will fall apart at any time.

"Uncle Zhang, this is what my father passed on to me, saying that it was an old recipe that you two discovered together in the capital at that time, and I brought it, and there is your handwriting on it. ”

When Mrs. Zhang heard this, she became interested: "Hurry up, bring my glasses, I have to take a good look at it, it's been almost seventy years, I have long forgotten about this stubble......

He put on reading glasses, and the old man carefully opened the recipe, which was all written in small letters with a brush, and the rules were drawn one by one.

Xu Zhuo stared at it for a while, but it was all traditional characters, and almost all the corners of each page were broken, so he couldn't see the reason for it for a while, so he simply gave up.

However, Mrs. Zhang looked at it very seriously, and while watching, he told the old man an interesting story about writing this recipe at that time, obviously when he saw this recipe, it reminded him of a lot of past events.

"Your father was already well-known in the capital at that time, and many people were proud to eat his dishes, although my family was also a culinary family, but I was young at that time, and no one knew me. ”

"Your father came to me and asked me if I would be interested in writing a recipe with him about court cuisine. At that time, there was no talk of the four major cuisines and the eight generations of cuisine, and it was said that Lu cuisine referred to court cuisine. ”

"My grandfather once worked as a chief and deputy steward in the imperial dining room with your grandfather, and I knew that there was a kitchen book of palace dishes in the palace, recording all the dishes made in the imperial dining room, but it was lost later, and neither my family nor your family could find it. ”

"So your dad went to me and wanted to restore the book with me, at that time, the family was taught by word and deed, and we were cooking since elementary school, and I really remember a lot. ”

"Look at this, it's me who writes a little bit irregularly, because I was a child, I didn't write seriously, unlike your father, who has good writing and cooking skills, and is proficient in everything. ”

He looked at it and talked about interesting things in the past, although Xu Zhuo didn't know much about some things in the past, but Mrs. Zhang's Beijing film was the same as a storyteller, and it sounded quite interesting.

When he was almost halfway through the page, Mrs. Zhang said: "The rest should be written by your father after he moved to the Central Plains, and there is no more handwriting from me." ”

Then he looked at the contents of the diary about him again, and closed his eyes and recalled the things he had done in the capital with Mrs. Xu in the past.

Obviously, he still remembers his life in the capital, when he had a big restaurant at home, and his life was carefree, and anyone would miss it.

Chatting until almost noon, the old man was a little tired, and he waved his hand at Zhang Yuejin: "Go, bring the box in my bedside." ”

Zhang Yuejin was a little confused, but he still went to get it.

Xu Zhuo only noticed at this moment that this room was actually a suite, and next to it was the old man's bedroom, and now this room should be the old man's reception room.

These rich people are really exquisite.

In addition to envy, Boss Xu was sour again.

After taking the box, Mrs. Zhang opened it tremblingly and took out a book that was more worn out and thicker than the old man's.

"The reason why I left the capital at that time was that I found this recipe that was circulated from the palace, and I found it from a royal mansion......"

Wow, this is a cultural relic.

"But this is just one of them, I don't know where the rest is, it's all stir-fried vegetables and salads, and none of the essence parts are ......"

The essence of what he said is hanging soup, in the past, there was no chicken essence monosodium glutamate, and it all relied on various soups to enhance the freshness.

When Xu Zhuozheng was stunned, Mrs. Zhang suddenly stuffed the box over: "Child, the first time we met, this dish book will be given to you......"

Yes?

Xu Zhuo didn't even react.

This is too heavy, isn't it?8)