Zhang Zhiyun's family was wondering, Jiang Feng had been in a toilet for nearly half an hour, and he didn't come back after the oily eggplant and shredded pork in Beijing sauce were served, Zhang Zhiyun was about to go to the toilet to find him, and saw him come over with a pot of tea.

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

"I just met the boss of Yongheju, he made a pot of tea for me, I remember you told me that Grandpa Zhang likes to drink tea, so bring the tea to Grandpa Zhang. Jiang Feng explained.

Of course, Zhang Zhiyun didn't tell Jiang Feng that Zhang Chu likes to drink tea, but Jiang Feng saw tea cans on the cabinet in his two memories of the Zhang family, and he could probably guess that Zhang Chu usually drank tea.

"You kid, it's not good to talk to others, and I told Xiaojiang that I like tea. Zhang Chule said hehehe.

Zhang Zhiyun: ???

How he didn't remember him saying it.

"Lushan cloud tea, or the clouds on the mountain. Jiang Feng handed the teapot to Zhang Chu and sat down.

"The clouds and mist on the mountain are terrible, so I have a good day today. Zhang Chu looked excited, picked up the teapot and poured himself a small cup of hot tea, and took a sip.

"The fog buds absorb the fragrant dragon fat, the tea soup is clear, the taste is mellow and sweet, and it is really worthy of the clouds and mist 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 mist on the mountain have a price, 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 chilled Vita lemon tea and iced black tea taste better. Sometimes he doesn't drink tea when guests come to the house, but he didn't expect to drink tea in Yongheju today.

Entrance, bitter.

Taste it again, it's still bitter.

It's not mellow, it's not sweet, it's just bitter, and bitter.

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

Cow chewing peony, tyrannical things, these 8 words are perfect for the two of them.

Most of the shredded pork in Kyoto sauce on the table has been removed, but everyone tastes a piece of oily eggplant and never touches it again. The chef of Yongheju makes the oiled eggplant in general, or it may be the chef who makes this oiled eggplant, which is decent, and even a little greasy.

Jiang Feng took a chopstick and drizzled eggplant, and after tasting it, he lost interest.

"Dad, you can't order food, you haven't ordered the right food once. Zhang Zhiyun complained.

Zhang Chiyuan: ......

"That's right, Yunyun is right, don't order blindly after you don't know how to order, you look at what you order. Zhang's mother was obviously not satisfied with the oily eggplant either.

Zhang Chiyuan: ......

"Next time I won't order it. Zhang Chiyuan admits defeat.

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

"It's not decided yet, I was going to climb Xiangshan tomorrow, but this day is too hot, it's too hot to go to Prince Gong's Mansion today, if I climb the mountain this day, my grandfather's body will definitely not be able to stand it." Saying that, Zhang Zhiyun involuntarily slapped his hand twice, "Tomorrow we will go to the art gallery or museum to have a look, and go to some indoor places with air conditioning." ”

"Yes, it's too hot this day, I can't stand going to an outdoor place on such a hot day, I can't stand it. Zhang Chiyuan agreed.

While talking, the waiter served the food.

It's jar meat.

"Yongheju's jar meat tastes very good, the last time our family came to Yongheju, we ordered this dish, stewed with firewood, very authentic. "Jiang Feng highly recommends Yongheju's jar meat.

This time, the level of the pot meat is still very high, the large pieces of pork belly are shiny, the color is brown and red, and the proportion of fat and thin meat is quite high, but it will not make people feel greasy like the oily eggplant next to it, but it will only make people feel tempting.

The male compatriots present were all carnivores, and they all got down their chopsticks and feasted on meat.

"The dish was delicious. Zhang Zhiyun praised that he was already eating the third piece.

"No matter how delicious it is, can it be as delicious as your grandmother's cooking?" Zhang Chu was too old to eat too much greasy things, so he tasted it and stopped after tasting it, and then tasted tea.

"It's definitely a little worse than grandma's burning. Zhang Zhiyun said, but in fact, he had almost forgotten what the dishes cooked by Cao Guixiang tasted like.

Cao Guixiang only stayed for a short period of 16 years in his life, and a large part of that time was his almost forgotten childhood and early childhood. In the past few years, except for Sun Guanyun's dry-fried Niu He and Jiang Feng's failed Yun Chicken, he can rarely remember the taste of Cao Guixiang's cooking.

"Hello, white fungus stew, please use it slowly. The waiter brought the white fungus stew to the table.

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

The white fungus is placed in the center like a flower, and the carrots and lettuce are peeled and peeled into the shape of fresh mushrooms, which are neatly and axially symmetrically stacked next to the white fungus together with the balls of fat cabbage and small fresh mushrooms.

The whole dish is a round shape, and the bottom is a fragrant yellow chicken broth, which looks like a flower.

This is the first time Jiang Feng has seen white fungus vegetarian stew with his own eyes, and he had only heard of it before that, and knew that this was a famous mutual dish in the Tan family's cuisine, that is, vegetarian dishes.

Jiang Feng picked up a piece of carrot with his chopsticks, the chef's knife skills were very good, and the carrot was cut into a small and cute circle, similar in size, all round and regular.

In the mouth, you can enjoy the sweet aroma of the carrots themselves, as well as the salty aroma of the sauce made of chicken fat and the original soup, which is very light and delicious.

Yongheju can be called the first restaurant in Beiping by many people in private, and there are really two brushes.

When the Jiang family came to eat before, Jiang Feng still felt that it was nothing, and felt that although the craftsmanship of the Yongheju masters was good, his own craftsmanship was not bad.

Now that he has tasted this white fungus stew, Jiang Feng can only sigh that the old restaurant in Beiping really has two brushes.

Cao Guixiang's second senior brother's apprentices could make such a level, Jiang Feng couldn't imagine what Cao Guixiang's white fungus stew would taste like.

When Jiang Feng went to pick up the dishes again, he found that no one on the table had moved the chopsticks.

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

Seeing that Jiang Feng was looking at himself, Zhang Zhiyun indiscriminately wiped away the tears that were about to flow down from his eyes.

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

Sometimes people feel that they have forgotten a lot of things, and they no longer have the memory of that time in their heads, but the body is very honest in helping them remember.

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

The tongue will help you remember the taste of the food, how you feel when you eat it, and how you feel about the person who cooks it.

It's a memory that will last a lifetime and will never be forgotten.

"Although this dish is a vegetarian dish, it is very troublesome to make. White fungus should be soaked in advance, after soaking, you have to take the clear soup and cook for an hour, carrots and lettuce have to be cut, cut up and wasted, thicken the original soup, but also use chicken fat, the best is the chicken fat of the old hen to be fragrant. Zhang Chu looked at the white fungus stew on the table, as if he saw the person who had made this dish for him through this dish.

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

"What's wrong today, I haven't remembered your grandmother for many years, but I remembered it after taking a bite of food. Zhang Chu said with a smile.

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

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

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, maybe the cable was cut off by the road next to it, and there was an emergency power outage. We have a backup power supply in the store, please be calm, you can call immediately, I'm sorry to trouble everyone. The lobby manager ran out and explained loudly to everyone.

In summer, it is hot, and it is dark and late in Beiping, and it will not get dark until 8 o'clock. It's 7 o'clock, but it's still hot, and as soon as the air conditioner stops, people feel the heat.

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

"I'll do it. Jiang Feng's position was close to the window, and he got up and prepared to open the window.

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