The old lady who was in a hurry because she couldn't find Zhang He and was about to go out to look for him suddenly saw her grandson running back from the south house diagonally opposite, so her face immediately sank, and then when Zhang He entered the house, she slapped Zhang He on the ass without saying a word, and scolded angrily: "Why did you go to Grandpa Utada's house? The door is locked in this house, and you are not seen in the courtyard, do you know that the adults are in a hurry?"

Zhang He rubbed his buttocks and said, "Didn't I get out of the hospital? Didn't I lock the door too? I'm just going to visit the door, what are you anxious about?"

"Nonsense! There's no you in the house, there's no you in the courtyard, I thought you were kidnapped by the flowers?" said the old lady with an eyebrow.

"Okay, okay, I was wrong! Next time, I will not forget to leave a note on the door for you before going out!" Zhang He said aggrievedly.

"Stinky and poor, don't you! Can you write?

"Yo, why did you forget this stubble! Grandma and grandpa didn't let grandma go to school because of patriarchy!" Zhang He, who reacted instantly, immediately put on a coquettish expression, but only a few seconds later, he suddenly realized: "Eh, that's not right! I didn't mean that! Leaving a note is a secret code for me and my grandma for so many years! Oh, yes! This idea was only come up with after I was in elementary school. ”

So, I saw him take his grandmother's arm and say, "Don't be angry! I was wrong! Before going out next time, I will put a note on the window, and the square one means that I went to Grandpa Tian's house, and the round one means that I am hiding in the kitchen and eating sesame paste." Hee-hee!"

"Hmph, you're poor! I'll lock your house next time, and see if you're still running blind?" The old lady who was a little more relaxed tapped Zhang He's head with her finger. Then he said, "Okay, grandma is going to cook!" and picked up the steamer on the table and turned around and walked out of the room.

"I'll help you!" Zhang He followed behind his grandmother with a hippie smile, and then learned from his grandmother in the kitchen: "I met Grandpa Tian when I was basking in the sun in the courtyard in the morning, and Grandpa Tian was afraid that I would sit in the courtyard and it would be cold, so he invited me to their house. You see, Grandpa Tian and Grandma Tian also gave me a fountain pen!" Zhang He said, not forgetting to raise the fountain pen that he had been holding in his hand and shook it in his grandmother's eyes.

"Yes, thank you?" Grandma Zhang He immediately stopped what she was doing and wiped her hands. Then without waiting for Zhang He to answer, he said to him again: "You help grandma wash the vegetables first, and grandma will go to Grandpa Tian's house." After the old lady finished speaking, she walked straight to the south house, probably to thank her in person.

Zhang He looked at the potatoes and celery in the basket of vegetables handed to him by his grandmother, and at the same time looked at the steamer on the stove, and immediately had the urge to cook a meal for his grandmother. So he immediately took an aluminum basin from the shelf next to the cupboard, and put two potatoes and a handful of celery in the basin. Then he held it with both hands, trotted all the way to the water pipe at the door of the west wing, put the basin under the faucet, turned on the switch, adjusted the water column, squatted down and began to wash the vegetables neatly.

When he had finished washing the dishes, he went to the windowsill of the north room to look for the pieces of glass. Zhang Heke really has a good memory, and he still remembers that when he was a child, adults used to scrape potato skins with the piece of broken glass placed on the windowsill. It's just that he didn't expect that when he picked up this piece of broken glass, he found that with his current small hands, he couldn't hold this piece of glass about the size of his hand to work.

So he ran back to the kitchen with the basin in hand, and dug out a knife in the drawer of the cupboard, and then began to peel the potatoes skillfully. But when he finished peeling the potatoes, he found that a new problem had arisen, that is, with his current height, whether it was chopping vegetables on the cupboard or stir-frying on the stove for a while, it would be very difficult.

Zhang He scratched his head and stared at the cupboard and the stove for a while, then ran back to the house with a smile, brought the small stool with a backrest that his grandfather had made for him from the house, put it on the ground in front of the cupboard, and then stepped on it and tried it. Sure enough, it was tailor-made, and the height was just right for him to show off his cooking skills.

Zhang He was excited, he happily "rubbed" the shredded potatoes, and "dang dang" cut the celery. Finding the pot, spatula, oil, salt, vinegar, and plates, and moving the bench to the front of the stove, "Whew... "Smack" swiped a match and lit the two fire holes on the stove. When the pan is hot, pour the oil. After a while, the fragrant vinegared shredded potatoes and stir-fried celery were ready.

The reason why Zhang He can cook so quickly is not because he has been doing housework since he was a child, so he is familiar with driving, and it is not a skill he learned after he got married. It's because he was a professional chef before he became a tour guide.

Speaking of which, in fact, he has to "thank" his four aunts. Because if it weren't for his four aunts, when he was about to graduate from junior high school, they made it clear to him that they would not continue his education, and took charge of his mother's inheritance without permission, and left his grandmother to be taken care of by him as a minor. Presumably, he has always been in the top 20 of his grade since he was a child, and he aspires to become a teacher, so he should say that he would not choose to enter a vocational high school with the highest entrance score to learn cooking.

But fate is like that. As long as he has always been involved with traditional culture, and he has a strong interest in the culture of any nation or country, he has learned the knowledge and techniques of Chinese cooking through the vocational high school, and after learning about the food culture of countries around the world, he also fell in love with the chef.

Therefore, whether it is Chinese food, water table, tea, chopping board, miscellaneous, lotus, wok, or Western food appetizer, main dish, dessert, afternoon tea, or Korean cuisine to all kinds of hot pot in the north and south, he has dabbled in. You may not believe that the place where he works, in addition to two five-star hotels, includes the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the People's Republic of China.

Five-star hotel, Ministry of Foreign Affairs? Zhang He is doing such a good job, why did he become a tour guide again?

"Because of the flexible time, the tour guide can rest for half a year!"

Although he always said this to others, the real reason was that the three masters he had followed were like discussions, and when they had just taken him for almost two years, they all "coincidentally" got the opportunity to go to a foreign embassy or go to a branch in a foreign country to work on a permanent basis, so that he had to make a difficult choice between whether to leave his grandmother and follow the master to go abroad and go abroad, or stay in the kitchen at that time to work up again. If it weren't for this, it is estimated that before he changed his career to become a tour guide, he would have become the second person in the stall after the master, and he would have become the head chef long ago.

To get back to the point, at this time, Zhang He had already cleaned up the kitchen, turned off the fire under the steamer, brought the dishes into the house one by one, and also set up the dishes and chopsticks. Then I went to call my grandmother for dinner. I saw that he had not yet reached the door of the house, so he shouted in the courtyard. "Grandma, it's time to eat!"

"Ahhh Grandma Zhang He was chatting with Grandpa Tian and Grandma Tian, but when Zhang He called her like this, she thought that her grandson was hungry, so she hurriedly got up to say goodbye and pulled Zhang He, who had just entered the house, out of the door.

"Let's go back to the house and wait!" the old lady patted Zhang He lightly on the back, and then walked to the kitchen. Zhang He followed behind his grandmother with a wicked smile.

"Eh, where's the food?" said the old lady to herself, looking at the clean kitchen.

"Yes, what about the vegetables, what about our family dishes, were they blown away by the strong wind!" Zhang He chuckled and teased his grandmother with a blank face. It wasn't until he found that his grandmother's expression had begun to "warn" him that he didn't dare to stink and be poor anymore, and hurriedly said: "Okay! Grandma, don't look for it, I've made all the dishes, you take out the steamed buns in the pot and we'll start the meal!"

The old lady took the plate for some reason, opened the steamer, and looked, sure enough, there were two hot steamed buns inside. Then he said, "Are you hot?"

"Oh, don't ask, just go back to the house and see. After Zhang He finished speaking, he turned behind his grandmother with a smile, and walked out of the kitchen with his hand pushing his grandmother's waist. Then, at the moment when he was about to step into the door, he suddenly walked in front of his grandmother, like a hotel doorman, and helped his grandmother push open the door, and at the same time made a gesture of please. Then he quickly stood at the square table, led his grandmother to look at the table with his little eyes, and happily waited for his grandmother's praise.

But she didn't think about it, but the old lady was stunned when she entered the house, and even forgot to put the plate with steamed buns in her hand on the table, and it took a long time to hold back a sentence: "You really did it." ”

Seeing her grandson nodding to herself again and again, the old lady's eyes instantly turned red, and she left tears in less than a moment. Therefore, he put the plate in his hand on the table, hugged Zhang He, and said movingly: "My good grandson, how old are you, just cook for grandma, when did you learn?"