When Li Cong saw the thin man like a bamboo pole in front of him, he almost rushed out of his mouth and asked Feng Zhe, this is the old gentleman you want me to respectfully see?

The person standing in the door already has age spots on his face, his appearance is ordinary, he seems to have just woken up, because he is tall and thin, and his clothes don't know if they don't fit, at first glance it looks like a shirt with a shirt on it, and the whole person looks swaying, it seems that he can fall down when a gust of wind blows.

"It's Mr. Yu, right?"

"You are ?......"

Feng Zhe said with a smile: "My surname is Feng, the single word Zhe, and I am from our Feng Village." You may not remember me, can you go in and talk?"

"Oh...... Then please. ”

This house is some years old, relatively old, up and down two floors, there are screen doors, screen windows, carved beams and door posts are wooden, the door leaves are open, one side is printed with the words "people, only people are the real driving force to promote the development of history", on the other side is "turn other people's experience into his own, his ability will be great", the handwriting is a little mottled, but it can also show that it is well preserved, but also shows that few people come in this yard.

There are basically no furnishings in the living room, round bamboo chairs, mahogany square table, Feng Zhe sat down, Li Cong took out a Chinese cigarette and handed it to the old man surnamed Yu, and lit a fire for him with his own hands, and put the cigarette case on the table.

The man took a beautiful puff, closed his eyes as if tasting something, and only after a minute or two did he open his eyes and say, "You, what are you doing?"

Li Cong lowered his head and looked at his toes, and wanted to laugh in his heart, this taste is sour enough.

Feng Zhe said: "Old man, I have had a relationship with you, and it's a long story. Look, at noon, can I ask you to deign to go out for some dinner and talk while eating?"

Li Cong was about to stand up when he heard this, but the old man surnamed Yu didn't move.

Hey! Interesting, Li Congxin said that it depends on your house and the layout of your house, look at the statue of the smoke ghost you smoke, what do you want?

Pretend.

Feng Zhe gave Li Cong a look at this time, and Li Cong took the opportunity to open the gift he brought: five Chinese pieces, four bottles of Moutai, and a package of very simple tea leaves.

"Feng Zhe, right?" This old Yu finished smoking the cigarette, smoked another one by himself, lit the last one and asked, "What do you say first?" Eat, no hurry. ”

"Well, oh, by the way, this tea is a new tea on the old tree in the mountain behind Zhaofeng Wulitun, you can taste it. ”

Lao Yu listened to the cigarette and put it in the ashtray, reached out and took the tea leaves, after opening it, he looked at it, leaned over and sniffed it, as if a drug addict saw a drug, nodded and said, "Oh, I'll make it." ”

Lao Yu took out a purple clay pot from under the table as he spoke, this pot looks a little old, Li Cong wanted to help, Lao Yu stopped him, and then went to the well in the yard to fetch water, put a clay pot on the gas stove, poured the well water into the clay pot, and waited for the water to boil, he brewed the tea before walking in, poured a cup for Feng Zhe and Li Cong, tasted it first, nodded and said, "Good tea." ”

Li Cong took a sip and said, "This tea is really good, fragrant and refreshing." ”

Feng Zhe didn't speak, and Lao Yu said: "Old trees have new sprouts, tea is naturally good, and the picking season is particular." Today in a hurry, if the water is not boiled by gas, but by pine branches, the water is better, and the tea is more fragrant. ”

When Li Cong heard this, he felt "huh" in his heart again, it seems that this old bamboo pole is still a little interesting.

Everyone drank two cups of tea, Lao Yu looked at Feng Zhe again, Feng Zhe said: "That's it, it was about fifteen years ago, when I went to school in our county high school, it was winter, there was snow in those days, on the street in front, oh, now it has been expanded, just at the corner of the alley, the road is slippery, I was also late for class at the time, I ran fast, I didn't see it, I hit you." ”

Lao Yu frowned slightly when he listened, as if he was reminiscing.

"I was carrying a jar of pickles, this collision, fell to the ground and shattered, the pickles in it spilled on the ground, the ground was muddy, the vegetable was inedible, you got me a jar of pickled winter bamboo shoots from home, and I didn't have nothing to eat for the next week. ”

After Feng Zhe finished speaking, Lao Yu suddenly sighed: "I have an impression, but you have changed too much, my old eyes are dizzy, I really can't recognize it, if you don't remind me, I can't get in touch." ”

"My name is Yu Guangzhi, you call me Lao Yu, don't call me sir, Mr. is a cultural person, I can't count. ”

Yu Guangzhi said and looked at Feng Zhe again, Feng Zhe smiled: "You are always modest, you see, this is also an old acquaintance, today my friend and I came, it is indeed to come to the door to ask for something, can Mr. Yu appreciate the light?"

Seeing that Yu Guangzhi was noncommittal, Feng Zhe said: "Look, I'm really presumptuous, I haven't asked you if you have anything else to do today, or let's come back another day?"

"That's not true, I'm fine, and I won't wait for anyone, I see that you are a caring person and a cheerful person, and I will say it bluntly. Do you mean to go out to the hotel? Why don't you just go to my house, I don't have anyone else, quiet, easy to talk, no one bother. ”

"Well, it's because I haven't thought it through," Feng Zhe said and was about to ask Li Cong to go to the restaurant to order food and send it, Yu Guangzhi stopped Li Cong at this time, and said to Feng Zhe: "Listen to the accent, although you are from Gaomiao, but you are not in your hometown for a while, I'm afraid you are not familiar with the restaurants in the county, since you want to eat, I will have some, you are tired, run away and call it, okay?"

Li Cong understood, it turned out that this was the case, was he afraid that the food we ordered would not be delicious, or that he was lazy and didn't want to walk?

Feng Zhe carried a notebook and pen with him, and Yu Guangzhi came as soon as he opened his mouth: "The sauce meat of the five-flavor gathering, the game of the fat aunt, the shrimp and mackerel of Yang Dafeng's five-spiced small ribs, the shrimp and mackerel of Fuzhai, the salted duck eggs of the old man Ma on the front street, and the oily stinky tofu dried ...... the time-honored brand opposite the county hospital."

The more Yu Guangzhi's ordering posture became, the more stunned Li Cong became: What kind of person is this? This master is definitely a foodie, or an old foodie.

Yu Guangzhi said more than a dozen, Feng Zhe finished remembering and retelling it for him to listen, knowing that it was right, Li Cong took the list and was leaving, Yu Guangzhi spoke again: "I almost forgot, give it to me, I'll give you a stroke, you see, these two are close, you come down and go here, and here, oh, and this, this side is farther away, but after buying it, I turned back by the way, just a circle, well, you can bring some more fruit to the street, appetizing." ”

Li Cong was speechless, and said that Feng Zhe could know such an old monster, and he really didn't treat himself as an outsider!

Li Cong came back for almost an hour, Feng Zhe got up to help, put a lot of pots and cans on the table for a while, and finally put the fruit on the plate, Li Cong came in after he was busy and said: "There are no salted duck eggs from the old horse's head, and the door is not opened." ”

"I didn't forget it, I just made do with it. There is also no one. ”

Li Cong wanted to roll his eyes again, okay? This is much more troublesome than going to the hotel, thinking to himself Feng Zhe didn't know what he had said to Yu Guangzhi in the past hour, what was there without a family, why didn't he say that one generation was not as good as the next.

The three of them sat down, Feng Zhe wanted to open the wine, and Yu Guangzhi said: "Don't drink at noon." ”

"Oh, please sir, what is there to say?"

Feng Zhe's attitude seems to be more humble than when he first came, Yu Guangzhi said: "Eating at noon, drinking wine stimulates the taste buds, and you can't taste the aroma of the food, so you can't drink it. So, I advise you not to drink it either. ”

Feng Zhe said that he understood, he didn't move his chopsticks, and Li Cong simply watched what this chattering Yu Guangzhi would do next.

Yu Guangzhi took the sliced dragon fruit and poked it with a toothpick to send it to his mouth, and said while eating: "This lunch, the first is a cold pot, followed by a hot stir-fry, after the hot stir-fry is the sweet, the sweet is followed by the big dish, followed by the big dish, and finally with a pot of soup, some people love salty, some people love sweet, and some people love sour, it depends on what the main thing eats that day, whether the taste is heavy or light, you want to eat very salty, and then a pot of salty soup, it is estimated that no one can drink it." ”

Feng Zhe nodded, Yu Guangzhi ate some melons and fruits after speaking, and then began to eat, and after eating for a while, he asked Feng Zhe what he was looking for himself.

"What Mr. said when he entered the door was very right, I have indeed been away from my hometown for many years, and I can't remember many things in my hometown, but there is only one thing, I can't forget it, that is, I still remember the taste of the can of winter bamboo shoots you gave me back then. ”

"Every family in Lingnan will make pickles, and I have eaten a lot of pickles, with different tastes, but those are not as good as the winter bamboo shoots that Mr. gave me at that time. ”

Feng Zhe put down the chopsticks as he spoke, and said very solemnly: "I hope the old gentleman can teach me the method of pickling winter bamboo shoots, if you agree, I am grateful." ”

After Feng Zhe finished speaking, Li Cong took out a cowhide envelope from his bag, which contained 50,000 yuan; ”

Yu Guangzhi looked at the envelope on the table, and said that it was like this, he got up and went to another room, came out and took a small jar for a while, opened the lid, and put a few bamboo shoots on the white plate with clean chopsticks, and motioned for Feng Zhe to taste it.

Feng Zhe put a piece in his mouth and nodded, and when he finished eating, he said, "This is the taste, it is different and exquisite." ”

When Li Cong heard this, hey, what, he also took a bite, and his eyes widened: "Okay, the taste of this dish is really different, delicious." ”

Yu Guangzhi saw Feng Zhe and Li Cong praising each other, and said while eating: "It's hard for you to remember that I can tell you this method of concoction, as for this, there is no need." ”

"This ......" Feng Zhe made a dilemma on his face: "Is Mr. too little?" After eating, I will go to the bank to get it, Mr. thinks it is appropriate." ”

"If you don't want it, don't do it, who can't pickle pickles, it's just that the tricks and ingredients are different, and there is no secret. You invited me to dinner, just for this, I think you are too hearty, and you still remember the things of the past ten years so clearly, which is rare. ”

Feng Zhe's face was happy when he heard this: "Then thank you so much, sir." ”

Li Cong ate a few more bamboo shoots, and said strangely in his mouth: "I eat a lot of pickles and pickles, and the old gentleman doesn't know how to concoct these winter bamboo shoots, and the materials used are also exquisite, they are indeed different. ”

"It's not limited to winter bamboo shoots, you said you were holding a jar or something at that time, like a sweet potato stalk?"

Feng Zhe nodded, and Yu Guangzhi said: "The main thing is the method and seasoning, the ingredients for pickled pickles don't have to be restrained with winter bamboo shoots, and sweet potato stalks can also be used." ”

Feng Zhe nodded when he heard this, and Li Cong thought to himself what was the purpose of Feng Zhe's coming today? He didn't tell himself that he was still as mysterious as this Yu Guangzhi.

After eating, Yu Guangzhi told Feng Zhe about the method of pickling vegetables and the proportion of seasonings needed, Feng Zhe wrote it down very carefully, Li Cong wanted to boil water to make tea, Yu Guangzhi said: "You don't have to drink tea after eating, it's easy to have stomach bloating." That's it, you go back and try it, and it will be done in seven days, so I have a habit of going to the bath after lunch, you two ......"

Li Cong heard that Yu Guangzhi was going to give an eviction order, but Feng Zhe said: "We're fine, I still want to ask Mr. for advice, it's better to study for ten years, I have a car, why don't I go to the bath with you?"

Yu Guangzhi nodded when he heard this, Li Congxin said that this old man, how can he go to take a bath after lunch, he walks a hundred steps after eating, and he has never heard that he can live a long life by taking a bath after a meal.

People who know a lot have a lot of problems, but there is indeed some content in people's stomachs, even if they are self-assured, Feng Zhe has a low profile, so let's go to the bath together.