Before six o'clock, it was already dark outside the window, and only the moon and stars remained.

In the center of the living room in the mansion, there was a square table large enough for seven or eight people to sit without crowding.

Whether it was in Daqingshan or in Ningyuan, the respected old man Li sat down with a pure black crutch, with a kind smile on his face, looked around and said twice: "Not bad, not bad." ”

His hair is already silvery, and the wrinkles on his face are like ravines, but it doesn't give people the feeling of old age, but is in good spirits.

Zhang Xiaojian originally felt that because of his arrival, the atmosphere would probably become serious and quiet. It's as weird as a group of young people having a birthday party, and his father, a classmate who celebrated his birthday, suddenly came back.

But it didn't.

After saying hello, Ren Yao was still running behind Ye Mozhu's buttocks.

Luo Yu sat and was still pulling Gao Qingsong to ask Xiu Xian about the game experience of this game.

Zheng Weixun sat next to the old lady, and the two seemed to have a lot of topics in common, talking about antiques and antiques.

And he looked left and saw that he didn't know what to do, so he had to come to the Western-style kitchen to help with the cold dishes next to Liu Mei.

Liu Mei saw Zhang Xiaojian and said, "Shouldn't you sit on the table?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't think this was a good idea, he shook his head: "Wait until it's ripe." ”

Liu Mei pointed to the flowers carved out of Ye Mozhu with carrots, tomatoes, and other ingredients not long ago: "Then let's put it on the plate together." ”

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head again: "How did I find out that Ren Yao is not very enthusiastic about you?"

The question was direct because Zhang Xiaojian did not treat Liu Mei as an outsider.

Liu Mei replied very directly: "Maybe looking at me, she will think of her younger self?"

Well?

Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand: "Shouldn't you like it more and more when you look at it?"

Liu Mei said: "Do you think I will like me when I first entered the society, and climbed up by any means?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't agree with this point of view, but he just wanted to go down and say that it was not appropriate on this occasion, so he said: "Then I'll help you set the plate." ”

But it didn't take long for Liu Mei to come with a soul triple attack.

"Clumsy. ”

"Don't pose, the more you pose, the uglier it gets. ”

In the end, Liu Mei even pinched his waist and said angrily: "Zhang Dong, what should you do, why should you go?"

Zhang Xiaojian said without thinking: "Okay..."Maybe it's because these three consecutive hits are too much like the second aunt, and he habitually respects the old man....

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In the Chinese kitchen, Ye Mozhu glanced at the watch on his wrist and made sure that there were still twenty seconds left for the steamed crab to come out of the pot.

Ren Yao was still standing beside her with a red wine glass, smelling the fragrance, and always asking an inconsequential question, Ye Mozhu would generally give a perfunctory answer because he was concentrating on cooking.

Ren Yao asked, "How old are you?"

“15。 ”

"So small, so well developed?"

"Mr. Ren... I'm saying there's 15 seconds left to get out of the pot. ”

"It's also very well developed. ”

Ye Mozhu: "......" put on anti-scald gloves, opened the steamer, and a stream of hot air wafted out.

Zhang Xiaojian walked in at this time, and just wanted to ask if there was anything he could help with.

I saw Ye Mozhu holding a large tray and hurriedly walked out, shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way." ”

So Zhang Xiaojian hurriedly retreated, feeling disgusted again.

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Zhang Xiaojian, who couldn't help anything in the kitchen at all, wisely chose to quit.

He returned to the living room and found that there was no place for him, he didn't want to listen to Lao Luo talk about games, and he couldn't understand the old lady and Zheng Weixun talking about antiques.

I had to sit quietly next to the old butler.

The old butler was also very quiet, squinting his eyes as if he was forever smiling.

After sitting down, the two of them didn't deliberately talk, just looked at each other and nodded slightly, and then began to be silent with each other.

This kind of silence is very comfortable, because it seems that both of them know that the other just wants to stay quietly, but it didn't take long for Ye Mozhu to shout: "Xiaojian, serve the food." ”

Well...

Sounds weird.

I always feel that I should shout 'Cuihua'.

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At six o'clock on time, the dishes were served on the square table one after another.

Knowing that it was Zhang Xiaojian's little girlfriend who cooked, Zheng Weixun and Mrs. Li didn't have any expectations, but they never thought that the first dish on the table would shock the two elders who had eaten countless delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Gao Qingsong placed a small jar of braised pork on the table.

Bright color, fragrant taste, and most importantly, just by sniffing it, they know that this is an authentic method, and the color is not soy sauce, but fried sugar, and a little curd ** and white wine are added.

And Mr. Li and Zheng Weixun are both a little old, and sometimes they eat the taste of the era they lived in, and the authentic method is undoubtedly the old way, and it is indeed their favorite practice.

So they are more and more looking forward to what dishes will come next.

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Ye Mozhu is cooking home-cooked dishes today, and it is so homely that it looks like an ordinary person's Chinese New Year's Eve dinner.

When stir-frying, the vegetables are emerald green, and the tofu ball casserole soup is not affordable, and a layer of pork balls of uniform size is floated on top of the lid when the lid is opened.

The steamed crab was placed in the middle steaming hot, and a pot of affordable large bone sticks was flipped upside down, and straws were inserted in the bone marrow.

The rest of the dishes are also full of color and flavor, and they are placed on the table to form a landscape, with the fragrant taste, which makes people want to say: "Bring me a big bowl of rice." ”

Mrs. Li did say the same, but he wasn't sure if he was cooking rice, so he asked instead, "Is there rice?"

Of course.

After a while, a few young people put bowls of rice on the table, Zhang Xiaojian thought that as the host of this occasion, he should say something before the meal, but when he hesitated, people who had already been impatient had already begun to quickly pick up the rice.

"Qingsong, you bring me a small bowl of braised pork, I'm too far away. ”

"Lao Luo, serve a bowl of soup to each of you. ”

"The beef is good, well, it's delicious. ”

"Little sword, please pass me the spoon. ”

Zhang Xiaojian hurriedly handed over a bunch of porcelain spoons in front of him, and within ten seconds, familiar voices sounded one after another again.

Luo Yu's "Um~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ren Yao's "um~~~um~~~~~~~~~~~~" The tone is slightly higher, as if there is a surprise every dish she eats, even if she has tasted a lot of it just now.

Zheng Weixun's ""Um~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The old lady Li and the old housekeeper were very stable in "Mm~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zhang Xiaojian looked at this scene and smirked twice, and at this moment he found that the braised pork had bottomed out, so he had to immediately stretch out his chopsticks and say righteously: "I haven't eaten a piece yet!"

Who knows, at this time, Mrs. Li's chopsticks came first, and the old man looked at Zhang Xiaojian and smiled: "Come, child, let it be given to you." ”

Why do you really want to let the chopsticks stretch so fast?

Of course, Zhang Xiaojian said of course: "You come, you come." ”

"You come, you come. ”

"Come on, I'm a little one, can I grab meat with my elders to eat?"

"Come on, I, an elder, can't grab meat from my children. ”

"Come on, come on, come on. ”

"Come on, come on, come on. ”

Ye Mozhu interrupted: "There are still some pork belly, why don't I make another one?"

Old Man Li looked at the little cook Ye Mozhu and immediately put down his chopsticks: "Child, you go quickly, my half bowl of rice will not move first, and I will eat it when you are ready." ”

Zhang Xiaojian: "......" looked at the old man Li with oil on the corner of his mouth and thought, you are really... There is a lot of interest.