On the way to the backyard with the restaurant owner, through conversation, Ling Zikai learned that the restaurant owner's surname was Hong, and his single name was Lei. Ancestral home in Shandong, when his grandfather's grandfather, "broke through the east" came to Xing'an Ridge and settled in a tunzi called "Chaigegou" outside Xing'an City.

The mysterious old man in the restaurant is named Tong Zhengyuan, a native of Chaigegou Tunzi, a Manchu who is said to have been a native of Zhenghuangqi and has the blood of Nurhachi. It's a pity that the ancestors of the Tong family missed the Heishui and White Mountains in their hometown, and they were not able to follow Huang Taiji's army into the customs, so they missed the opportunity to become a Manchu noble. Although some descendants of the Tong family entered the customs later, they finally lost the opportunity and had no chance with the "Eight Banners", so they could only follow the princes and nobles of the Manchu Dynasty and play soy sauce.

Tong Zhengyuan's grandfather, great-grandfather, and grandfather are all imperial kitchens in the palace. A few years after his grandfather became the imperial chef, he encountered the invasion of the Forbidden City by the Eight-Nation Alliance. When the Old Summer Palace was burned, he fled back to Chaigegou. Later, he came to Baishan City and opened the "Eight Treasures Pavilion".

Hong Lei's grandfather and Tong Zhengyuan grew up playing with mud together in Chaigegou Tunzi since childhood, and they have a deep friendship. When he was fifteen years old, Grandpa Hong sent him to Bazhen Pavilion and asked him to eat with Tong Zhengyuan, and he has stayed for nearly forty years now.

Tong Zhengyuan's son died young, leaving a grandson still studying at university. In addition, he is already old, and the business of this Bazhen Pavilion is basically taken care of by Hong Lei, and he can be regarded as half a boss.

When Ling Zikai talked about throwing Bai Xiong and the others from the window to the street when he raised his hand in the box, he asked him if he had studied martial arts.

Hong Lei snorted and said: "My three-legged cat methods are not called martial arts, but they just have a little more brute strength! ”

Ling Zikai asked, "Is there really a so-called martial arts master in this world?"

"Of course there is! Not to mention far away, take my old man Tong as an example, on the ground of the entire Xing'an Mountains, he can be regarded as one of the best masters. ”

Ling Zikai sighed and asked curiously: "I can't imagine that Old Man Tong is still a martial arts master! How high is his martial arts? Is it like those martial arts novels that can fly the eaves and walk the wall, and have unfathomable internal skills?"

Hong Lei smiled and said, "I don't know if Tong Lao can fly the eaves and walk the wall, and he has internal strength." To tell you the truth, don't look at the tall cows and horses I grow up now, in fact, I was very frail and sickly when I was a child. Seeing this, Tong Lao taught me to practice a set of boxing techniques, saying that after practice, I could strengthen my body. After decades of perseverance, you can see that my body is completely like a different person compared to before. Let's not say that I've never been sick, even if I'm playing with others, hehe, ordinary people are really not in my eyes!"

Ling Zikai secretly thought for a moment when he heard this: The people who were thrown on the street by Hong Lei before, not to mention other people, the young man surnamed Gu is from the secret service department, and his skills are absolutely extraordinary, but in his hands there is no room for resistance at all, from this point of view alone, the set of boxing techniques taught to him by Tong Lao is not just as simple as using it to strengthen the body.

Ling Zikai said with a smile: "It is said that the master is in the people, this is true. Even if those people are unlucky, who would have thought that an ordinary restaurant owner would be a martial arts master!

Hong Lei shook his head again and again and said, "Compared to Boss Ling, my three-legged cat's kung fu is not worth mentioning." Tong Lao said, even when he was the strongest back then, he was definitely not your opponent! You are the real real person who does not show up!"

Ling Zikai laughed and said, "I haven't practiced any fists and feet, to borrow what you just said, it's just a little more brute strength!"

Hong Lei's face showed a trace of disdain, obviously thinking that Ling Zikai was perfunctory, but he didn't break it, just fell silent and stopped talking.

From the street, this Bazhen Pavilion is just a two-story attic with three rooms, but when you come to the back of the attic, you find that there is a courtyard connected to the back.

Passing through a circular archway, there is a hole in it.

The layout of the entire courtyard adopts the style of Jiangnan garden. The area of the courtyard is not very large, and there are five or six meters long cloisters on both sides, which lead to a small attic with three bays directly above. The floor of the courtyard is paved with cobblestones. A pond was dug in the center, and a two-meter-high rockery was placed in the pool. A circle of flower beds was built around the edge of the patio, and trees and flowers were planted in it.

Walking on the corridor, a natural and comfortable, warm and elegant atmosphere came to his face, which made Ling Zikai feel like he had returned to the ancient land of Jiangnan, and a sense of intimacy rose in his heart.

This courtyard has a history of one or two hundred years, and it should have been passed down from Tong Lao's father. Isn't this Tong family Manchu, I didn't expect to have a soft spot for Jiangnan Lin Yuan, but it is also elegant.

After thinking about it, Hong Lei led Ling Zikai to the upper room.

"Old man, the guests are here!"

Before he walked into the door, Hong Lei had already shouted loudly.

I saw that the old man Tong was lying on a rocking chair with his eyes closed, and when he heard Hong Lei's announcement, he opened his eyes, and when he saw Ling Zikai who stepped into the door, he sat up from the recliner at once.

Without waiting for Old Man Tong to stand up, Ling Zikai had already stepped forward a few steps forward and pressed his body, and said with a smile: "Old man, you just lie down!"

"Brother Ling is a nobleman, I have to get up and greet him, otherwise it would be too lazy!"

"Old man, you are also an elder, why are you so polite!"

At Ling Zikai's insistence, Old Man Tong had no choice but to sit still, pointing to a chair next to him and saying, "So I won't be polite." You may be seated!"

Then he instructed Hong Lei: "Xiao Leizi, quickly serve tea to Brother Ling." ”

Hong Lei answered and walked to the coffee table beside Old Man Tong. On the coffee table was a set of tea utensils from a purple clay pot, in which tea had already been brewed, and a fragrance wafted out of the steam.

It seems that this old man Tong has already decided that he will come.

Hong Lei poured out a cup of fragrant tea from the pot, held it in front of Ling Zikai, who had already sat down, with both hands, and said: "Boss Ling, this tea is specially made by the old man for you, and ordinary guests come to the door, but they can't taste this kind of tea!"

Under the words, he naturally wanted to tell Ling Zikai that the old man invited you with great sincerity.

"You kid just can't get rid of this mouthy problem! Brother Ling is a person with a vision, don't take a cup of tea to offer ugliness, and you're not afraid of other people's jokes! Okay, there's nothing for you here, go ahead and do what you have to do!"

Ling Zikai took the teacup and said with a smile: "Thank you for the kindness of the old man! However, I am a rough person, I don't know what tea ceremony is, even if it is the best tea, when it comes to my mouth, it is like a cow's drink, and I can't taste anything or two!"

While laughing, Ling Zikai took a sip of the teacup and put it to his mouth.

When the warm tea was in his mouth, a secretive coolness spread unconsciously, which lifted Ling Zikai's spirit, and he involuntarily exhaled: "Good tea!"