Less than half a day's walk from the city of Guangzhou, there is a small tea stall on the side of the road, but this very small tea stall has become a sure stop for merchants. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The owner and chef of the tea stall is a 60-year-old man, and some regular customers call him 'Tea Lao'.

There are only two things that the old tea stall can provide to customers, one is herbal tea, the other is steamed buns, but it is these two simple and ordinary foods that have created the situation of the tea stall today.

After many days of trekking, Shao'an and the caravan of the little master also came to this small stall, Shao'an had already heard about the origin of this stall when he was on the way, and of course he also wanted to taste what it was like to have the miraculous herbal tea and steamed buns that were passed down by everyone.

The relationship between the caravan leader and the old tea seemed to be very good, the old tea warmly received Shao'an and his party, and the hot steamed buns and herbal tea were quickly placed on their tables, and after a while, the old tea brought a stack of pickles.

"Little guy, I heard that you are a chef, are you interested in coming and watching me make steamed buns?" said to Shao'an.

Shao An was slightly stunned, and then nodded and agreed to the tea man, he also wanted to see what amazing skills this 60-year-old old chef could have.

Cha Lao walked to the countertop where he worked, wiped his hands clean with water and began to make steamed buns, Cha Lao's movements were very slow, and Shao An could clearly see every detail of his cooking.

Shao An originally thought that Cha Lao relied on this powerful technique to make such a famous steamed bun, but until Cha Lao put the pinched steamed bun embryo into the steamer, he did not show any superb techniques, the whole process was so simple and ordinary, just like the ordinary looking steamed buns he made.

Tea Lao casually looked at the steaming steamer, years of experience let him know that the steamed bread has been steamed, he is not too hot steamed bread directly lifted the steamer and grabbed a big, white and full white steamed bread, he kept changing hands to pour this white steamed bread, and finally waited until the temperature of the steamed bread cooled down before he held the steamed bread steadily.

He put a small plate of pickles on the table, then pulled out a bench and sat down, poured himself a full cup of herbal tea, and then ate a lot of pickles with steamed buns, a big steamed bun was wiped out by the old tea in a blink of an eye, and drank the herbal tea in the cup in one go, and the satisfied old tea patted his stomach and showed a comfortable smile.

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"Do you understand? Tea Lao asked suddenly.

Shao An fell into thought, he didn't know what the old tea said 'understand'.

"Tea Lao, I don't understand. Shaoan replied.

"Your answer is exactly the same as that little girl 20 years ago, it's really a master and apprentice!" said Cha Lao with a smile.

"Old Tea, do you mean Master Abbe has also been here?" Shao An looked surprised.

"That's not it, Abbe was just a little girl 20 years ago!" said the tea elder.

"Old Cha, what do you mean by 'don't understand' just now?" asked Shao'an.

"Do you want to know, then listen to me tell me a story!" said the tea elder.

"It's about a teenager who was swept away from a restaurant and was kicked out of the restaurant where he worked because he was judged by the chef to have no culinary talent. ”

The disheartened boy who opened a tea stall on the side of the road in order to survive was indeed as the chef of the restaurant said, and he worked in the restaurant for a year, but he only made steamed buns. ”

Therefore, his tea stall only supplies white flour steamed buns, but how can the travelers passing by here be attracted by just one steamed bun, at the beginning he can only sell less than five steamed buns a day, which makes the young man feel very distressed, he once wanted to give up this tea stall, but there is a voice in the dark that keeps encouraging him, telling him not to give up easily, so he persevered. ”

The boy began to settle down, and he spent almost all of his free time making steamed buns, until someone made a special trip to his tea stall to eat his steamed buns, and he found that his steamed buns were already very good. ”

The business of the young man's tea stall is getting better day by day, but he has not stopped specializing in how to make steamed buns, and today, 45 years later, the former boy has been called the old tea by many people. ”

"It turns out that the young man in the story is the old tea you!" said Shao Jian with a sudden realization.

"Little guy, in fact, what I want you to understand is very simple, just one sentence can summarize it, nothing more than perseverance, my qualifications are dull, and I can only make steamed bread for a lifetime, but when I make steamed bread as a simple food for 45 years, I am confident that the steamed bread of our old tea is definitely not worse than any steamed bread. Tea Lao said.

"Haha, you must think I'm weird as an old man. ”

"No, how could it be. Shaoan said.

Although he said so, Shao'an already regarded Cha Lao as a withdrawn old man who liked to tell his history of struggle to the younger generation.

(Hot upset!!I wanted to finish this chapter, but it looks like I'm only halfway there.) ）