As the saying goes, where do you not meet in life, Liu Sheng met his blind date Murong Xin'er, although it was quite romantic to meet in the city of Xiaoqiao and Liushui, but he didn't feel a little romantic, and vaguely felt that there seemed to be a bad feeling.

"Why did you come to Gusu, are you looking for me?" Murong Xin'er didn't get excited, and she was a little nymphomaniac, it seems that her charm has not diminished.

Although Liu Sheng rejected himself on a blind date at that time, but now he actually ran all the way to Gusu to find him, so he first forgave him for such a small time, and then let him bow down under his pomegranate skirt, and then get rid of him after the most reluctance, so that he could not survive and die, and he would be a nymphomaniac for a lifetime, Murong Xin'er thought about it with a sly smile on her face.

"Looking for you? I think you're mistaken. Liu Sheng frowned, looking at Murong Xin'er's demeanor, he knew that there was nothing good about Lu Daozhun.

Looking at Song Lao's playful demeanor, Liu Sheng couldn't help but secretly scolded him for being disrespectful, and hurriedly introduced to Murong Xin'er: "This old gentleman is the chairman of the North American Song Foundation, Mr. Song Yuanshan, this time I came to Gusu to accompany Song Lao to eat here, so as to appreciate the small bridge and flowing water in Gusu. ”

"Old Song, this is my friend, Murong Xin'er." Liu Sheng briefly introduced and quickly cleared up the relationship.

"Little girl Murong, your grandfather Murong Zuo's old guy is okay." As soon as Liu Sheng's words fell, Song Lao asked with a smile, it turned out that they had known each other for a long time.

"Grandpa Song, my grandfather is fine, why didn't you go to see him a few days ago?" Murong Xin'er took a few steps forward and hugged Song Lao's arm, and swayed in a voice that was tired of dying.

"Hehe, then it's good to come to Gusu, when I and Xiao Liu are done, let's go back together." A kind smile overflowed Song Lao's old face like pine bark, and he said a little ambiguously.

"Grandpa Song, you are bullying others, and people don't follow them." Murong Xin'er's big smart eyes flashed with a cunning light from time to time, looking at Liu Sheng strangely, and said angrily to Song Laojiao.

Uh, what kind of rhythm is this, Liu Sheng's mind couldn't react a little, he felt that there were thousands of grass and mud horses galloping in his mind, how could the two of them know each other, it looks quite familiar, it's not scientific at all, Liu Sheng seems to feel the coming of bad luck.

"I'm not familiar with that old Song, really." Liu Sheng hurriedly explained, there seemed to be a feeling that there were no three hundred taels of silver here.

"Well, I didn't say you were familiar with it, I just wanted to take you to see an old friend, why don't you want to." Song Lao turned his head to look at Liu Sheng, revealing a rhythm that I fully understood.

"That, that, didn't you say that the squirrel mandarin fish here is particularly delicious, and you still need to make a reservation, let's go in quickly." Liu Sheng felt that his discipline was messy, and looking at Song Lao's appearance, he seemed to have already decided that no matter how much he explained, it was in vain.

"Oh, look at my memory, Xiao Murong should go with us." Boss Song shouted, and finally remembered the purpose of his coming here.

"No need Grandpa Song, my friend is still waiting for me in front?" Murong Xin'er pointed to the sisters in front of her and said, don't worry about cleaning up Liu Sheng, he knows how to put a long line to catch big fish.

"Well, go ahead." Song Lao nodded, and touched Murong Xin'er's head with some kindness.

Watching Murong Xin'er leave, Liu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

"Old Song, I really have nothing to do with her..." Liu Sheng stubbornly explained to Song Lao again, and briefly explained the experience of the two people's acquaintance.

"Well, I really don't understand you young people." Song Lao shook his head, knowing that the Tao was a small misunderstanding.

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Although the sparrow is small and has all the organs, this small shop is hidden in the deep boudoir, and it is not as good as famous shops such as Songhe Tower and Deyue Tower in Suzhou, but the authenticity of this cuisine is no less than such a famous restaurant, only a few people can enjoy the tip of their tongues, anyway, Liu Sheng feels that he is definitely worth the trip this time.

Gusu braised duck, squirrel mandarin fish, mother oil boat duck, catfish lung soup, watermelon chicken, eel paste, snail shrimp, yellow stewed river eel, snowflake crab bucket, these ten traditional classic dishes in Suzhou, Song Lao Da ordered them all over with a wave of his hand, only this sauce made of pork belly Liu Sheng was really unblessed, and Song Lao gave up.

"Ha Luha, how is Xiao Liu's food here?" Seeing Liu Sheng's somewhat embarrassed appearance, Song Lao asked with a smile.

"It's delicious." Liu Sheng said vaguely.

Now he can't care so much, although he has long been accustomed to the heavy salt and heavy oil of northern cuisine, but the unique delicacy of Jiangnan still makes Liu Sheng's appetite so great that his tongue almost swallows into his stomach, of course, thanks to the exquisite and authentic craftsmanship of the chef of this store.

"It's good to be young." Song Lao said with some envy.

A few traditional local dishes ordered, Song Lao just tasted it, and at his age, the gastrointestinal function naturally weakened, and he could only sigh at the food in front of him, and most of them went into Liu Sheng's stomach.

"That, Song Lao..." Looking at Song Lao's smile, Liu Sheng's face turned red all of a sudden.

Although Gusu's local dishes are delicious, Liu Sheng is a little happy to eat, but in terms of quantity, it is definitely not as affordable as northern cuisine, she inherited the delicate Lingxiu of Jiangnan, and there is a little lack of weight in the amount.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can't envy you for such a good appetite, I want to be a coolie in the United States when I was young, and I had at least ten steamed buns at a meal." Song Lao waved his hand, it is a blessing to be able to eat, what an embarrassing thing.

"Hehe, yes, our family is very good at eating, and some of them are used to it, which makes your old man smile." Liu Sheng still scratched his head in embarrassment, but his heart was much more relaxed.

"How is it enough, not enough, let's find the head chef and let him cook another side dish?" Song Lao said with a smile.

"No, no, I'm full." Liu Sheng hurriedly waved his hand, his face flushed slightly.

Joke, a large table of dishes has made the packing and wrapping round, and the dishes are still needed, how can you pull this face, even if you don't eat enough, Liu Sheng is embarrassed to ask for it, not to mention that it is enough to be full now.

"Okay, since you don't want it anymore, let's go home, I still have some things to deal with in Nanri." Song Lao said with a little smile, his eyes were full of playfulness.

"Don't, Old Song, didn't you promise me to come to Gusu to find that swordsmith to get the sword?" Liu Sheng was anxious when he heard this, he was about to catch the tomb robbers, what can he do if he doesn't take advantage of it, this is not a child's house, and his life may be in danger at any time.

"Didn't you say you didn't want it?" Song Lao asked rhetorically.

"Y-you're saying the head chef here is the guy we're looking for?" Liu Sheng looked at Song Lao as if he had seen a ghost alive, hoping that what he said was a fantasy.

"Why don't you believe it, whoever stipulates that a swordsmith can't be a chef, you need to master the heat anyway, to put it bluntly, isn't striking iron and cooking the same thing?" Old Song asked aggressively.

Liu Sheng couldn't help but roll his eyes, can this be the same, there is a difference between striking iron and cooking for 108,000 miles, and it is simply two things that are not related, but Liu Sheng really can't find a reason to deny Song Lao's strange theories, and if you think about it carefully, it's really the same thing.

"Okay, okay, let's not mess with you, let's go, I'll take you to meet this worldly master." Song Lao stood up with a smile and took the lead in walking outside, so frightened that Liu Sheng hurriedly followed.

From Song Lao's mouth, Liu Sheng learned that the chef was indeed a blacksmith in his early years, and he had learned to cast swords with the famous swordsmith master in Longquan, and had won many awards, and was received by the central leaders many times, which can be described as an incomparable glory, originally he was very promising to become the inheritor of Longquan sword casting, but on the eve of the clear thing, he chose to resign, and quietly left the Longquan Sword Factory under the surprised eyes of everyone.

He didn't stay for a moment after leaving the Longquan Sword Manufacturing Factory, and hurried back to his hometown, Gusu City, taking over his father's team to run this small restaurant, day after day actually made him the most powerful one of the traditional Gusu dishes, and carried out hunger management, so that some famous old food, often stop here, just want to eat a bite of this Chairman Hao, personally cook Suzhou local dishes, some do not hesitate to wait for a few days.

"Old man, I've come to see you." Song Lao's loud voice made the chefs in the back kitchen of the entire store collectively stunned for a moment.