In Los Angeles, Zhou Yu is familiar with only Lao Li and Lao Zhang. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's a lot older.,Personality like a child.。

Zhou Yu learned carving from Lao Li and learned Chinese art from Lao Zhang, which can be said to be both a teacher and a friend.

When you get to Los Angeles, you shouldn't go and see them.

Chinatown is still the same, and the archway of the 'Meng'ou style' is still standing, as if it has not fallen for thousands of years.

Bugatti passed under the archway, the cool body made passers-by look sideways, and the girl tried her best to see through the people in the car, whether they were rich or official, Chinese or white, young or old. Men, on the other hand, are envious, jealous and hateful.

Lao Zhang's bookstore is still the same, and it is terrible to be deserted inside and outside. Zhou Yu parked the car in front of the door, opened the door and got out of the car, ignoring the eyes of the pedestrians around him, and walked in.

"Elder Zhang!"

I didn't see anyone when I entered the door, but Zhou Yu knew that this old treasure must be inside, and most of them were buried in a pile of books.

"Which turtle son?" Old Zhang's gray head came out from behind the bookshelf, and he saw Zhou Yu at a glance: "It turned out to be you kid." ”

He walked out, a little sloppy, with a book in his hand: "Why do you have time to come to me today?" ”

"Although you don't here, I came to Los Angeles, so I have to come to see you and Li Lao, lest when you die, I won't be able to see it." Zhou Yu didn't have a good airway.

"Go!" Lao Zhang scolded with a smile: "Curse me to die early?!" I think you're here to eat, right? But it's a pity that you're late, my old Zhang has already had lunch, boy, you can figure it out by yourself. Well, there is a fly restaurant not far from the door, so you can eat it yourself. ”

"Shall I miss that meal?" Zhou Yu rolled his eyes: "I originally wanted to invite you to dinner, but since you eat, it's a pity, only next time." ”

"Hey, don't be busy." Lao Zhang hurriedly said: "I'm hungry again now!" ”

Zhou Yu couldn't help laughing.

"Wait, I'll change my clothes." Lao Zhang said, and walked inside: "My old man also loves to be handsome, doesn't he?" ”

Shaking his head helplessly, when Lao Zhang changed his clothes and came out, the two walked out.

"If you want to talk about this meal, in the entire Chinatown, only the Chinese Pavilion of the Lao Li family is the most authentic." Lao Zhang said: "You kid is also unlucky, you have come a few times, but you haven't tasted it." ”

"Lao Li's family runs a restaurant?" Zhou Yu only knew.

"It was opened, and in the earliest days, it was called the Zhonghua Hall, and later, it became a restaurant completely." Lao Zhang shook his head.

"That's still an old brand." Zhou Yu bowed slightly.

The hall, as soon as you hear it, you know that it is a product of that era a hundred years ago, that is to say, the restaurant of the old Li family has a long history, and it is naturally a time-honored brand.

Sitting in Zhou Yu's car, under the guidance of Lao Zhang, he arrived all the way to the door of the China Pavilion.

This Chinese Pavilion really deserves Lao Zhang's praise - the location is very good, at a crossroads, and the flow of people is huge. The building is completely ancient, carved beams and painted buildings, very magnificent.

In front of the door, there are two big red lanterns hanging on the left and right, and there are couplets on the door frame, and a plaque on it is written in gilt characters of 'China Pavilion'.

Whites, blacks, and yellows, going in and out, you can see that business is very good.

Lao Zhang walked in front with his hands behind his back, and shouted when he entered the door: "Where is the little plum?!" ”

A waiter dressed similarly to the style of the Republic of China stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said with a smile: "Old Zhang is here... Our boss is in the back kitchen. ”

Lao Zhang waved his hand: "My old man gave Lao Li face today, come over for dinner, just serve me good wine and tea, oh, today my Lao Zhang eats a big family, don't be afraid that my Lao Zhang will eat the overlord meal." ”

He pointed at Zhou Yu: "Did you see the car outside the door?" Custom Bugatti, millions of dollars of American knife guys. That's it. ”

"Also, call Lao Li to accompany you, where is this old boy hiding?"

The waiter should be an old employee here, knowing the relationship between Lao Zhang and the boss, he smiled: "Okay, Lao Zhang, there is an invitation on the second floor." ”

Zhou Yu followed behind Lao Zhang, stepped on the wooden stairs to the second floor, turned the corridor, and entered a private room.

"Elder Zhang, this exclusive private room can always be kept for you."

It turned out that this was still Lao Zhang's exclusive private room.

Push the door in, and the first thing is to give people an antique taste.

Eight immortal tables, old chairs, calligraphy and paintings of calligraphy and ink landscapes are hung on the walls, green flowers and plants are placed in the corners, and the windows are open, and the light is very good.

"How's it going, is this house okay?"

Lao Zhang said a little proudly: "This is what I took after fighting with Lao Li for a long time, this old boy is stingy." ”

Zhou Yu looked at it and bowed his head slightly: "Extraordinary." ”

Lao Zhang nodded with satisfaction: "Later, let me show you my skills..." What about the red clay stove? Don't hurry up yet! ”

In response, the door opened, and a chubby middle-aged man dressed as a chef walked in, walking briskly but steadily, and at a glance he knew that he was a practitioner.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, smiling like Maitreya Buddha, and bowed slightly to Lao Zhang: "Uncle Zhang." ”

Lao Zhang pretended to nod slightly, snorted, and then introduced Zhou Yu: "This is the son of the old Li family, Xiao Li." Then he said to Li Lao's son: "This is Zhou Yu." ”

"Oh! It's shining! The middle-aged man was stunned, and hurriedly wiped his hands on his waist and stretched out: "Hello, hello, I'm Li Aiguo." ”

This name is very contemporary.

"Hello." Zhou Yu shook his hand.

"Oh, I've been listening to Mr. Zhou's name, and I finally saw it today, it's not easy, it's not easy. You must eat and drink well today, and you are not allowed to leave if you don't eat or drink well! ”

This was comforting to hear, and Zhou Yu smiled: "Just call me Xiaoyu." ”

Li Aiguo nodded with a smile, and said to Lao Zhang: "Uncle Zhang, wait a while, I will cook it myself and give you a few good dishes." ”

"Then don't go yet!" Lao Zhang waved his hand: "Hurry up and bring me the tea!" ”

The waiter behind Li Aiguo hurriedly put a tea set on the table.

A small red clay stove, a set of tea bowls, and a teapot.

"Hey, what about the purple clay pot?" Lao Zhang quit: "Bring it quickly!" ”

Li Aiguo smiled bitterly: "Uncle Zhang, don't you know, that pot was hidden tightly by my father, and I can't find it." ”

"Hey, old boy!" Lao Zhang blew his beard and glared: "Hurry up and let him come back and bring the pot with you!" ”

Li Aiguo spread his hands with Zhou Yu and withdrew.

Turning around, Lao Zhang began to manipulate his tea art.

Light the small stove, mix it with water, and chant the poem while operating: "Green ant new brew wine, red clay small stove, late day snow desire, can drink a glass of nothing!" ”

He shook his head and shook his head, and then sighed: "It's a pity, there is no green ant wine, and there is no heavenly desire for snow!" ”

Zhou Yu was speechless - don't you drink tea, why did you talk about green ant new brewing wine again!

Is it good not to match the front and back?

"I said, Mr. Zhang, are you boiling wine or tea?"

Lao Zhang's hand stiffened, raised his head and stiffened his neck: "Is this different?" It's all a small red clay stove, why can't it? ”

"Uh... Okay, you're the oldest. Zhou Yu hurriedly admitted defeat.

But speaking of which, Lao Zhang's tea art is really pleasing to the eye, but if it's a beautiful girl, it's even better, but it's a pity that he's a bad old man.

While showing the tea art, Lao Zhang said regretfully: "It's a pity that there is no purple clay pot, and this water is not the best water..."

Zhou Yu doesn't care about this, although he also drinks tea, he has not yet risen to the level of art.

Lao Zhang poured out the tea brewed for the first time, which is called washing tea, and the second wave can be drunk.

There are many details that made Zhou Yu find that this tea does not seem to be used for brewing and drinking, but for brewing and watching.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Yu drank hot tea, not to mention, it tasted really good.

Just as he was drinking, the door was pushed open, Lao Li pinched two walnuts, took a figure-eight step, and walked in with a smile.

"Purple clay pot!"

Lao Zhang put down the tea bowl, grabbed Lao Li, and shouted.

"You've finished drinking all the tea, what kind of purple clay pot do you want?" Lao Li pursed his lips: "Wait for the food to be served!" ”

The angry old man blew his beard and stared.

When Li Aiguo served the food, the three of them sat around and chatted while eating.

Lao Li first said: "You kid, you are hiding on your own farm if you have nothing to do, why are you interested in coming to me?" ”

"Come to a banquet." Zhou Yu took a bite of Dongpo meat. The Chinese Pavilion is really extraordinary, and Li Aiguo's craftsmanship is even more extraordinary. Even if the small dish is far less raw than the vegetables produced on the farm, the taste is not bad. This completely makes up for the defects of the original material with craftsmanship, which is really remarkable.

"Isn't this Hilal losing the election, I donated some money to her earlier, and I will have a banquet here to apologize."

When Lao Li and Lao Zhang heard this, they looked at each other, and Lao Li said: "You still donate money to Hillal's politics?" ”

Zhou Yu nodded: "Didn't I just come to the United States before, I have no roots, and I always have to get involved." ”

"That's it." Lao Zhang nodded and said: "Although Hillal lost the election, it is not too harmful to you, and the money is not wasted, but this California is the home of the Democratic Party, and it will be much more convenient to get in touch with them in the future." ”

"That's what I thought too." Zhou Yu said: "It's best to succeed, and it doesn't matter if you can't be with me." ”

"The same cannot be said. Isn't that what kind of Prang or whatever, say he's racist? Lao Zhang couldn't help but say.

"That's, that's an exaggeration." Lao Li said disdainfully: "Can a racist person be the president?" Although that kid threatens to do something about immigration policy, but what is it to us? It was probably only when he saw the current tragic situation in Europe that he made such a voice. ”

When Zhou Yu heard this, he couldn't help but bow slightly.

Lao Li's words have some truth.

Syria in the Middle East is in a mess, and many refugees have poured into European countries, causing a lot of trouble.

It may have taken the American people by surprise, but Purang's immigration policy is probably right in the middle of it. (To be continued.) )