"I really didn't expect that I could do a big thing with a trip." Tang Mengli sighed on the plane back. In her opinion, Feng's luck is not ordinarily good, it's just a matter of meeting a Yellow Plague Tiger, the enemy who has been holding each other for half a year is actually an alliance at the level of her own uncle, and now it's good, she formed an alliance with the Yellow Plague Tiger without much effort, of course, it's a secret.

Feng doesn't think so, just kidding, there is absolutely no such coincidence in the world, don't forget that people are thousands of ballad generals with ethereal cards on their waists, this must be a game set up by Huang Huye in order to promote himself. Feng sighed that the master's generosity, even if he passed away from Longmen, the thousand games he laid down still continued steadily, assisting his own growth, but without missing a trace. Kaede couldn't help but think of the slightly weird old man, the silence on the plane and the slightly warmer air conditioner reminded Kaede of a lot of the past in a daze.

"Master, can we change some other dishes to drink?" At that time, Feng was only sixteen years old, and he was already five years old. In addition to listening to the master tell about the three ** bureaus, the task every night is to accompany the master to drink, of course, you can't drink more, "The words stop at seven minutes, and the wine is better to refresh." ”

The wine is good, it is the jujube wine exclusively brewed by the master, the throat is warm and long, there is a fragrance of red jujubes, but the stamina is very great, and a small glass of jujube wine can be exchanged for a good night's sleep at that time. Also, the master of the Thousand Sects has always had a nervous breakdown, and if he didn't force himself to fall asleep with his excellent concentration, I'm afraid it would be difficult to sleep all night. At that time, Feng studied three ** games every day, and his mind was full of how to lay out and how to borrow strength, if the tense nerves were not loosened by a glass of spirits, he would not want to sleep well this night. The chef's appetizer is also special, just a plate of scrambled eggs.

Li Wencai is also an out-and-out glutton, which is very close to Feng. What Feng pursues is a hundred dishes with a hundred different flavors, and what Li Wencai pursues is to make a hundred flavors in one dish.

Scrambled eggs with wine is the master's constant rule, and it is the same today. The master's egg scramble is indeed good, and when it comes to this dish alone, I'm afraid there is no better person in the world than Li Wencai's fried egg. Three eggs are knocked in the bowl, and the air is fully beaten into the egg beater, and a thin layer of peanut oil is smeared on top of the hot oil pan, and when wisps of green smoke rise, the egg liquid revolves around the edge of the pot, and a large egg skin is formed. That person may have said, "If you spread the eggs, I will too, what's so strange about that." At this time, turn off the heat, the residual temperature of the bottom of the pot is just enough to fry the skin of the egg crispy, with a shake of the wrist, the whole egg skin is turned over one side, and the other side of the crispy will be the middle of the tender and stable inside, out of the pot and shredded, every trace of egg skin is burnt on both sides and tender in the middle, and there is a trace of viscous egg liquid in the center.

At that time, Feng Li Wencai's life was full of ups and downs, he was the high-profile master of thousands of doors on the rivers and lakes, he was a giant on Wall Street in the financial world, and there was a report written by him in Zhongnanhai's office. is such a person, after quietly fading out of people's sight, he actually guarded a few pots of orchids, a vat of koi, a little apprentice, and a plate of scrambled eggs that could not be beaten, and spent the last few years of his life.

"Kaede boy, you're still young. In your opinion, black is black, white is white, sweet and sour, bitter and salty are just the five in your hands; However, for an old man like me, black is not black, white is not white, and the ups and downs are life in the aftertaste. After the old man finished speaking, he took a sip of wine and sandwiched a chopstick egg shred, "Where did you buy this egg today, authentic local eggs, good." ”

When the old man was ninety years old, Feng was nineteen years old, Feng prepared a table of dishes, and Li Wencai was full of praise for the last Wuji soup. In fact, it is an ordinary West Lake beef soup, but Feng is now more and more similar to the master, and a West Lake beef soup makes a hundred flavors. The beef bone broth is the base, the bean curd chives and coriander are finely cut into minced pieces, the beef is cut into very fine shreds, which can float in the soup without sinking to the bottom, and the miscellaneous seasonings outline the fragrance of the beef, the sweetness and sourness of the old wine in Shaoxing, the spicy pepper, and as for the bitterness, the maple used half a cup of Longjing. The reason why it is called Wuji soup is because Feng used an egg to draw a Taiji diagram on top of the soup, with yellow in white and white in yellow.

"It seems that you have now understood the truth I told you three years ago." There is white in black, and there is black in white, this world is not clear, and there is a way to do things in chaos.

Feng just came to prominence not long ago, relying on the power of the media to knock down a gutter oil workshop in a city, whether it is to hold public opinion hostage, or the effect of public opinion, at least eat the lunch box in Kaede's mouth, and there is no longer the taste of gutter oil. Of course, many officials were involved in this battle, but Feng did not dig deeper, let alone submit the list in his hand to it, keeping these people and maintaining this stability, Feng felt that it was more valuable.

When Li Wencai passed away, he lay alone on the easy chair at home, looking at the dusty Feng, who was twenty-two years old that year, and already had his own bookstore in City A, and his own intelligence network, and developed several capable subordinates left by the master into twenty-eight houses, and even faintly had the name of Dai Junchou. The old man has already explored life and death, and for him, death is already just a new adventure, and he has experienced too much in this life, which is enough.

The old man ignored the snowflakes outside and the heating in the house was hot, so he only wore a thin shirt, his bony arms were sticking out of the corners, and he trembled and touched a fluorite ring, a waist card of the master of a thousand gates, and considered whether to hand it to Feng.

"I'm afraid I don't have much time left, if you have anything to say, say it quickly, old man, I may still be able to help you." Li Wencai was a calm mess at this time, as if "Teacher, I don't understand the sentence you taught me six years ago, "Black is not black, white is not white"; Three years ago, I understood that there is white in black, and there is black in white; Now I seem to see a line between black and white, which is pure gray, in this case, black is still black, white is still white, and I am the gray line. Feng lowered his head and finished speaking, his eyes raised, and he met Li Wencai's surprised gaze.