Zhou Tianqing has always been a very confident person.

As the only surviving grandfather in the direct bloodline of the Zhou family, he doesn't say a word in Zhou's shop, and there are always five, six, seven and eight tripods; This status comes from the noble 'imperial chef, bloodline, relying on the craftsmanship of men and women who have been passed down from generation to generation, and who have not been handed down by sons and sons-in-law, and have not been threatened by any threat so far.

The braised vegetables of the old store of the Zhou family have considerable influence in the entire Dayuan City and even most of the Sanyin area; On Dayan Road, the most prosperous day in Ohara City, there is a business for his family, and he has to queue up every day, and even a deputy mayor of Ohara City is said to have queued up to buy his family's pickled vegetables.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Tianqing had a feeling that he was looking at the world. 'Braised meat in hand, I have it in the world!, people don't get tired of eating fine and fine these days, and they want to eat fragrant braised vegetables, and they can bypass the threshold of my Zhou family?

Zhou Tianqing, who is already seventy-five years old, is about to take the opportunity of worshipping his ancestors to compete with his ancestors this year, strategizing and winning a decisive victory outside Dayuan City, and he is about to start integrating resources.

This is still the suggestion made by the little grandson who returned from studying in the magic capital. It's a pity that a business like Zhou's pickled vegetables is only operated by a small workshop, and it is necessary to engage in chalked, and it is the kind of model in which the head office controls all resources and strictly controls the chalked shops. This requires centralized production and a large number of skilled workers, Zhoujiadian every family has the craftsmanship of braised vegetables, what they lack is just the high-grade 'brine, that's it, in Zhou Tianqing's little grandson, as long as they see enough benefits, Zhoujiadian will become a veritable base for the production of braised vegetables, and the financial resources will roll in.

Early in the morning, Zhou Tianqing looked at the brine boiled in several kitchens and nodded with satisfaction.

He has an old halo at home. Speaking of which, this pot of brine was still passed down from his father's generation, and after his father died, he and the eldest joined forces to drive away the youngest brother, and the two divided the pot of brine; After the death of the boss, according to the rules, half of the brine will be divided into him, and the rest will be divided equally by the sons, so that more than two-thirds of the old brine handed down by the ancestors of the Zhou family will fall into his hands.

This kind of old halogen is like a 'noodle primer, as long as it is properly stored, whenever a spoonful of new halogen is boiled, the new halo has an indescribable fresh fragrance, although it is not the legendary 'millennium gold halogen, but it is almost the same.

With this pot of old stew, Zhou Tianqing dared to plot the hegemony of braised vegetables, and now there is a foreign talent at home who has just returned from school, and it is the time to show off his fists... ̈

Thinking of this, Zhou Tianqing became more and more proud, walked around the yard, picked up a hot towel to wipe his sweat, and soaked himself in a pot of jasmine and generosity, and took a sip of it.

"The wind has changed?"

Before the autumn wind moves, the cicadas know, and an old crop like him has this ability; You don't need to test the wind, you know that the wind direction has changed, and your home was with the wind before, but now it has become a headwind.

"Hmm, what tastes so fragrant! Braised pork? How is it possible, who else can make such a chalky aroma except the goose family!"

Zhou Tianqing's face changed greatly. He has been making braised vegetables all his life, and he knows the situation of every household in the village well, and he knows what old and new braised he knows as soon as he smells it, but this fragrance makes him unable to sit still anymore.

The chalky aroma of this meat reminded him of his childhood, it was the smell of his father....

Out of the pot.

Zhou Dazhu lifted the lid of the pot and sniffed deeply, his face full of intoxication, satisfaction and pride. This honest peasant man was even a little nervous, and wiped his trembling hands on his clothes, causing He Xiuxiu to complain to him: "The child is big, it's all oil, it's all oil......"

"More oil is better, more is enough to taste, hehehe...."

"The goose means you have oil on your hands, and the goose has just washed your clothes. ”

The two of you say a word to me, competing and complaining, but they both have smiles on their faces. Do you still need to eat it? After getting braised pork for half a lifetime, you will know when you smell it that the Buddha who can seduce this braised meat jumps over the wall! If you take it to Dayuan to sell, you can line up a hundred meters long and let the traffic police work overtime temporarily!

Moreover, the work of braised meat in the later stage was completed by Zhou Dazhu alone, and Zhou Yi was a hands-off shopkeeper; Such a sense of accomplishment made He Xiuxiu want to hug his man on the kang and treat him well.

Surrounded by nine babies, the two happily took out two plates of cut pig's head meat and pig water, Zhou Yi and his parents were already waiting in the yard, as soon as the meat was on the table, Zhou Maotong couldn't wait to clip two pieces of meat and send them to the chale, closed his eyes and chewed slowly, and only exhaled a long breath for a long time...... Slowly opened his eyes, the old chalk's eyes were red: "It's this smell....it's the smell of Dad....", and he cried.

Li Xiufen didn't eat much meat, but after eating a piece, she couldn't stop eating, and she didn't even try to persuade her wife.

"Zhou Yi, how did I raise your unfilial son!"

Zhou Dazhu's family was also grabbing meat to eat like chalk wolves, and they were eating happily, when they heard the old chalk man suddenly come to such a sentence, and they were all stunned.

"You have this skill, and I only let the chalk eat it today, no, I have to beat you!"

The old chalk man wiped away his tears, and said fiercely in his mouth, but in fact, he was smiling with his eyebrows and eyes, looking at his son's eyes, it was called a support and affirmation, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was affectionate. He knew Zhou Dazhu's craftsmanship, if he didn't have his son's brine, he wouldn't have been able to make such a taste; In fact, it is the father's rebirth who concocts braised pork by himself, I'm afraid it's just that, this still has the bonus effect of his childhood memories, otherwise even his father's craftsmanship may not be as good as the old son....

The reason why the old chalk man wants to scold his son is that he hates him for hiding his skills and refuses to honor his parents, but he still cherishes it more. The son's craft....The ancestral chalk sect has a spirit, and it should also smile at Jiuquan, right?

"Dad, I'm just afraid that you will be addicted to it, so I didn't get it for you to eat, it's not good to eat meat when you're older. Zhou Yi said with a smile, what else can the old chalky man say?

"It's a pity that you are not allowed to bring alcohol on the plane, and there is no 'will be harmony, drink. Pillar, take out yesterday's wine, our grandfathers are not drunk today, tomorrow I don't know what will happen tomorrow, why do you want to do so much? Today, a big piece of meat and a big bowl of wine, let's be happy first!"

The old chalk man laughed.

"Okay, Goose will go get it!"

Before Zhou Dazhu left the stool, the hidden courtyard door was pushed open, and a chalk poured in.

There was a tall fat man walking in front, and he smiled at Zhou Dazhu with an oily face: "I got up early in the morning and smelled the fragrance of the goose, but let me find it, it turned out to be the pillar of your craft? Yo, this is a guest? I'm sorry. ”

Someone behind shouted: "Village Chief He, this is not an outsider, it is the third master's family." "What the third master said is that Zhou Yi's grandfather Zhou Maotong has been to his hometown a few times, but some people know him.

"Oh, look at my eyes....is it Brother Dasheng?"

When Zhou Yi heard this, he had become a junior.

"Village Chief He, the villagers are all sitting and sitting... This is a child's braised pork, and I am about to ask everyone to taste it. ”

The old chalk man stood up with a smile, pulled the fat man and pressed it to his side.

This fat man is an outlier with a foreign surname, but he became the village head; In fact, because Zhou Tianqing, as the patriarch, is not good at serving as the village head, and the people surnamed Zhou also have concerns in the township, and it just so happens that he has high Chinese, so he chose this errand. Although it is a bit of a hollow meaning, he is also a soil emperor.

Zhou Maotong still thinks that he can enter the ancestral grave after a hundred years, and the second chalk master doesn't want to see him, can he still have a good relationship with this village chief?

This time, Zhou Yi and Zhou Dazhu made a big pot of pig-headed pigs into the water, which was ready for the villagers to taste more, and to occupy the position of the descendants in front of the ancestral grave, the votes of these side branches and even people with foreign surnames are also very important. The people surnamed Zhou from other branches next to the ancestors of the ten-year festival have to arrive, Zhou Maotong is originally a direct bloodline, and no matter how much the braised vegetables are affirmed by everyone, even Zhou Tianqing can't stop them.

"Okay, good meat, I haven't tasted this fragrance for many years, it's really aftertaste...."

"I remember when I was six years old, I was fortunate to taste the pig's head meat made by the ancestor of the Zhou family. It's been decades, and I haven't forgotten the taste! I finally ate it again today, and I was so impressed......

The people of Zhoujiadian, who doesn't know how to marinate meat? Ordinary goods are brought here, and it is strange that they are not sprayed to death. But after eating the 'Zhou Yi brand, the meat boiled in brine, the villagers did not boast, and half of them were reminded of childhood memories.

The village chief shook off his cheeks and lowered the chopsticks like flying, and in a blink of an eye, he killed a small half plate of pig's head meat, and he was still a little unsatisfied, grabbed a pig's trotter and gnawed it, and said vaguely: "Brother Dasheng, is this really made by the goose's eldest nephew? The goose looks at the eldest nephew like a cultural person, if you don't say it, you can't believe it." ”

"The village chief, it's the brine boiled by the goose brothers, and the goose watches the fire to cook the meat. Zhou Dazhu said.

"That's right, everyone in the village can watch the fire cook meat, the key is still in the brine...."

The village chief nodded again and again: "Brother Dasheng, it seems that this year you are going to compete for the first batch of places to worship the descendants?" ”

Although he, the village chief, is just a decoration, and it is not as good as Zhou Tianqing to fart a word in Zhoujiadian, but his eyesight is still there, and he has never dealt with the direct bloodline led by Zhou Tianqing, and when he sees Zhou Maotong going to counterattack, of course he is happy to see it.

"Hehe, I haven't seen you for a few days, Wang Fatty, have you learned to pat on the back? It's a pity what's the use of slapping the sycophants of a person who has left home and forgotten his ancestors?"

A sneer came from outside the door, and Zhou Tianqing stepped into the door with dozens of children and grandchildren.

"Patriarch ......"

"Patriarch!"

After eating such delicious braised pork, everyone naturally favored Zhou Yi and his son; But Zhou Tianqing has been the patriarch for more than ten years, and his prestige is too strong, and when he came in, everyone couldn't help but get up and salute, even Wang Fatzi was no exception.

"Victory, bring a few pieces of pig's head meat to grandpa. Let me taste how hot this braised pork is, is it really so delicious?"

Zhou Tianqing glanced at Zhou Yi's father and son, and turned his head to his little grandson who had just returned from learning from the Demon Capital... (To be continued)

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