Although tea has brought prosperity to Ceylon, it is also a witness to Ceylon's colonial past.

"Well, it's true that I didn't do enough homework, Ceylon's black tea is very good, but, if you have the chance, I suggest that you go to Huaxia and taste more kinds of tea. Zhang Feng habitually sells all kinds of things that can be promoted in Huaxia.

"Well, could you please do me a favor?"

"If I can do it, I'll help. ”

"Help me persuade my father, I'm afraid he won't have a chance in the future, persuade him to go with me to your Huaxia, you can do this...... ...... like this" Adullah's voice was so small that even though the two spoke English, he was afraid that his old father would hear it, even though it was impossible to understand.

Zhang Feng couldn't help nodding, expressing his support for what Adulla asked for, and was willing to do his best to help.

"By the way, uncle, are you and the old man at home?" Zhang Feng noticed the problem.

"I also have a son as old as you, who is studying in the UK, but his mother died early, and I didn't remarry, so it's just the two of us for the time being. Adula said.

Zhang Feng nodded, indicating understanding, and the other half, the old man was making "sauce", but the whole sauce was green, and there was a trace of chlorophyll in the air that was destroyed and gave off the smell, Zhang Feng wanted to take a closer look.

Adulla nodded, signaling that it was okay, Zhang Feng then left, squatting next to the old man, and found that these green sauces were just ordinary coconut leaves, and the old man's method was very "rough", at least in Zhang Feng's opinion.

But then Zhang Feng understood that people didn't use coconut leaves as ingredients at all, just used as tools.

Afterwards, the old man cleaned the tools that had been wiped with the leaves of the coconut tree, and then took out some green plants that could not be named, some of which Zhang Feng dug up when he saw the old man in the morning.

Watching the old man carefully wash the roots and leaves of each plant, Zhang Feng suddenly felt a wave of shame, because he found that he had forgotten the most important item in Chinese cuisine, that is, exquisiteness.

"It seems that if you suddenly fly too high, it will be a little ungrounded. Zhang Feng muttered to himself, planning to exercise his cooking skills, and not to lose the face of Chinese food culture.

The old man was completely immersed in the ancestral skills, and all kinds of ingredients were washed one by one, but the main black tea was not seen, and after washing the ingredients, the old man actually brought out a flat green live fish from the house.

"This ......" Zhang Feng looked at Adula with a puzzled expression.

Adullah shook his head with a smile and said, "I'm actually very surprised, I remember that my family's ancestors should make tea and snacks or something, and I didn't think it was related to fish." ”

"Okay......" Zhang Feng looked helpless, it was too unreliable.

But the old man didn't care about the communication between Zhang Feng and Adulla at all, but dealt with the fish, and a set of small props was taken out by the old man, which made a lively fish lose its momentum in a few clicks.

"Bloodletting?"

It was the first time that Zhang Feng had seen someone bleed a fish, and when he saw the bowl dripping with almost as much blood as the lid of cough syrup, Zhang Feng was dumbfounded, it was a strange sight.

The fish blood was put aside by the old man, and the old man began to disembowel, remove the internal organs, wash and set aside, the old man shouted, Adullah hurriedly got up, and motioned for Zhang Feng to follow.

"Move this makeshift stove out, my old father said to do it in the yard, so that you can see clearly, and if you can learn the secrets of my house, I will not say anything. Adullah said with a smile.

Originally, Zhang Feng was quite happy, but when he saw the smile on Adullah's face, he immediately lost interest, and said with a wry smile: "Uncle, if you give up, it will be even more difficult for me." ”

"Haha, just let it go. ”

The two then began to get busy and set up the kitchen utensils, and the old man also disposed of the less than ten kinds of ingredients, but he still didn't see the fresh black tea picked in the morning.

The old man didn't take it, Zhang Feng didn't want to ask, in fact, Zhang Feng wanted to communicate with the old man, but the language was not comprehensible, it was a pity, the old man washed his hands with water, the sun was already slightly sunny, the old man took a look, it seemed that the time was almost up, and wiped his hands with a cloth.

Suddenly, the old man sang a traditional song, and his hands moved at a very fast speed, quickly dealing with all kinds of realities, and several pots were also burned at the same time, and the old man circled around the pot, swimming around the pot like an octopus.

"Sure enough, every elderly chef has amazing skills. Zhang Feng really wanted to record it, but considering that these were other people's secret skills, it was already a kind of luck to allow himself to watch it.

Soon, ingredients appeared in several pots, some boiled, some steamed, some fried, with different patterns.

When it was time for the old man to operate, Zhang Feng didn't dare to come out, for fear of missing something.

"Fetch it. The old man said in the local language.

Adullah hurriedly walked into the house and took out a white and cold box, Zhang Feng looked at it, and knew that it was black tea picked in the morning without guessing.

The old man took it, didn't say anything, opened the box directly, and began to use a special two-layer steaming tray to spread the tea leaves on the second layer.

"Don't you have direct contact with fish?" Zhang Feng was a little puzzled and a little disappointed, why the main ingredient tea was only used to improve freshness.

The old man carefully arranged the steamer, and then put a lot of material into the steamer, and finally the fish was placed on the highest level.

After closing the lid, the old man's parents breathed a sigh of relief, making food is not simple, not everyone wants to be like Zhang Feng, these people have become master-level characters step by step by relying on their own efforts and hard work.

The old man wiped the sweat on his forehead with a cloth, took the tea handed by Adullah and drank it, and said a few words in a bit of frustration.

Although Zhang Feng didn't understand, he also roughly guessed what the old man meant, and sighed that he was getting older, and it took a lot of effort and energy to make such a dish, and the years were really unforgiving.

Adulla hurriedly moved the chair to the shade, the old man waved his hand, Adullah walked to the steamer and waited, he was in his forties, standing by the steamer with his waist straight, without a trace of slackness, not even the sweat oozing from his forehead.

Zhang Feng didn't know what to do, so in the end he could only move a small bench and sit next to the old man, and when he turned his head to look at the old man, he found that the old man's eyes were wide, and his gaze was all on the steamer.

"How long will this take......" Zhang Feng muttered to himself.

Seeing that Adulla and his father were so nervous, Zhang Feng also waited for the good moment of the food in the pot with anticipation.

Minutes and seconds passed...... Suddenly, the old man shouted, and Adullah quickly took the steamer out of the steamer, and sprinkled a lot of the remaining half bucket of water on the steamer.

Under the signal of the old man, Adulla turned on the steamer, and the slightly red mist emitted made Zhang Feng have an illusion for a moment, and there was a feeling of red light.