The sun set behind Cangshan, and the red glow stained the sky red. The pond is clear as a mirror, reflecting the green mountains, the cool breeze passes from the surface of the pool, bringing light coolness, and the distant mountains and near the water are beautiful.

There were people fishing by the pool, and when they saw Old Man Fan coming, they stayed away. Jiang Anyi couldn't help laughing, this old man Fan really did it to the point where people hated dogs.

When Mr. Fan closed his eyes slightly and started fishing as if he was asleep, Jiang Anyi took a fishing rod and caught a fish next to him. Children in the countryside, who have never fished in the small river at the edge of the village when they were children, Jiang Anyi is naturally no exception.

Luckily, with the effort of half a pillar of incense, I caught a half-catty crucian carp, and after a while, another catty carp was hooked. Seeing Jiang Anyi's success, Fan Yanzhong frequently raised his rod, the more anxious he was, the more he had no fish, Fan Yanzhong's quick temper came up, and he roared: "Stinky boy, you get away from me, I let you fish away from me so close." ”

Jiang Anyi always knew the reason why those anglers saw Mr. Fan walking away, and stood away with a fishing rod. The effort was not big, Jiang Anyi waved his hand and raised the rod, and a carp about a foot long struggled and jumped in the air.

Fan Yanzhong was anxious and annoyed, stood up and threw the fishing rod in his hand to the ground, kicked over the fishing basket, and went home with the cane in a huff. Jiang Anyi is angry and funny, an old child, an old child, a generation of Confucians has become an old child. After packing up his things and returning to the house, he brought the fish he caught to the kitchen, and accidentally found Fan Shiben, he came back early and brought his father something that Jiang Anyi was familiar with - crisp white bi.

The business of the glycerin shop has developed rapidly, and in less than three months, even Fuyang County, Renzhou has a branch. Jiang Anyi inquired about the price of crisp white bi, and Fan Shiben said proudly: "One or two pieces of silver and four yuan, it is a loss for the family to go early, otherwise they can't buy it with money, this is a good thing that only immortals can eat." ”

Jiang Anyi smiled secretly, any fairy bait is a lie. The price has dropped from 500 Wen to 250 Wen, it seems that it is planning to go to the volume, Jiang Anyi does not want to interfere in business matters, the Guo family is an expert, and will naturally use the best means to make a profit.

The servant who cooked the dish didn't know how to cook crispy white bi, Jiang Anyi had a flash of inspiration, and remembered the good dish in his memory, crucian carp tofu. Seeing Jiang Anyi personally breaking the fish and shaving scales, Fan Shiben was both curious and worried, the gentleman was far away from cooking, as a scholar, how could Jiang Anyi be skillful in knife skills, and he was afraid that Jiang Anyi would ruin the crisp white bi he brought and waste his mind.

Master Fan knew that Jiang Anyi was a foodie, when the rope prey caught a lot of beasts to eat, Jiang Huang had never gotten these things, Jiang Anyi searched out the method of cooking from his memory, once raw and twice cooked, and the cooking skills became not bad.

The last time I went home from the academy for the New Year, the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner was Jiang Anyi's main knife, Yan'er, a snack seller, ate a round belly, patted her brother and said: "Alas, only the New Year can be considered to eat well throughout the year, if only I could follow my brother to study." Mother, you should learn to cook from your brother, otherwise after your brother leaves, Yan'er will not be able to eat for several days. ”

Jiang Anyong nodded in agreement beside him, and Jiang Huang pretended to be angry: "Okay, our family will follow your brother to school, and let your brother cook food every day." Yan'er and An Yong cheered, and ushered in Jiang Huang's head "chopsticks" to drink.

Four dishes are served. Braised pork, bright red in color; Grilled fish pieces, thick soup; Green onion tofu, refreshing and pleasing to the eye; Crucian carp tofu, the soup is milky white, needless to say, just looking at it will make people have a great appetite. Fan Shiben sighed: "Brother Jiang Xian's four dishes are like splashing ink freehand, almost like Taoism. ”

Fan Yanzhong had a bad mouth, so he scooped a bowl of soup first, only felt salty and fresh and appetizing, and then took a bite of the crispy white bi, which was lubricated and refreshing, and he didn't feel that the taste was wide open. Fan Yanzhong usually rarely eats meat, and when he saw the braised pork red and translucent, it was really tempting, and he sandwiched a piece, crispy and fragrant but not greasy, and couldn't help but sigh: "I can't imagine that you kid still has Yigong's means, okay." ”

Jiang Anyi was secretly happy, he had been at Fan's house for more than half a month, and it was the first time he had heard Old Man Fan praise people, so it seemed that he might as well start from the old man's appetite.

The roasted fish pieces are sweet and delicious, and the cooking wine is marinated before cooking to make it less fishy, and Fan Zhichang takes a big bite of rice and eats fish in large pieces. Fan Yanzhong was afraid that his grandson would be stuck by fish bones, so he said with a calm face: "Zhichang, you must be careful when eating fish, you need to know how tasteless the food is, and don't be greedy." Although he said this, he still sandwiched a piece of tender meat without thorns in the belly of the fish and put it in his grandson's bowl.

"Thank you, grandfather." Fan Zhichang raised his head and smiled sweetly at Fan Yanzhong.

The rice was eaten to the fullest, and everyone was still unsatisfied, and even Fan Yanzhong made an exception to eat half a bowl more. Fan Zhichang patted his stomach and sighed: "If only Uncle Jiang could come to our house to be a chef." ”

Fan Shiben straightened his face and said: "Zhichang, Hugh is rude, Uncle Jiang is a dish specially made for your grandfather, we have the honor to accompany the food, we should thank you Uncle Jiang." Brother Jiang Xian, thank you very much. Fan Shiben got up and thanked him solemnly.

Jiang Anyi smiled: "It's nothing, I like to cook by hand, and I often do it at home, if you like it, I'll do it a few more times when I have time." ”

These words won Fan Zhichang's cheers, Fan Shiben's smile, and Fan Yanzhong's silence.

On another ten-day day, Fan Shiben brought back a girl, the youngest daughter of his second brother, the same year as Fan Zhichang. Listening to Fan Zhichang boasting about Uncle Jiang's cooking skills, Fan Qianli made a fuss about going to the village to see her grandfather. A pair of children with pink makeup, anyone who sees them likes it, although Fan Yanzhong didn't say it, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows still couldn't hide his joy.

Jiang Anyi likes children, Fan Zhichang and Fan Qianli are about the same size as Yan'er, after eating the dishes cooked by Jiang Anyi, their mouths are extremely sweet, and "Uncle Jiang, Uncle Jiang" keeps calling. Jiang Anyi made up some small grasshoppers and small bamboo butterflies for them, which made the two children "stick" to him, and unconsciously, Jiang Anyi and the Fan family were already like family.

Now Fan Yanzhong can't remember to call Jiang Anyi when fishing, the two sat side by side, and the two children played on the grass next to them, which was a lot more interesting. Fan Yanzhong was no longer as cold as ice, and chattered with Jiang Anyi about the past, always with a tone of lesson in his words. Jiang Anyi listened quietly most of the time, sometimes echoing two sentences or arguing a few sentences, which provoked the old man to shout loudly, but Old Man Fan rarely threw the pole and left.

On this day, Fan Yanzhong said that he was forced to resign and return to his hometown, and his emotions became excited again, waving his arms and saying hatefully: "The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty are all traitors and villains, and it is good for the king, and I know that the old man bluntly said that he didn't like it, or he didn't make a statement to protect himself, or he didn't fall into the well and take advantage of the fire to rob." Pity me for being full of ambition to serve the country, so I can only sit idly by this cloud pool and fish. Jiang Anyi, do you think the old man can not be angry? Who else do you say is more wronged than the old man? What a shame. ”

Jiang Anyi pondered for a moment and said: "Mr. has suffered injustice, which is really sighing, but compared to some people who have studied hard all their lives and are not even talented, what happened to Mr. is nothing. ”

Fan Yanzhong's eyebrows were upside down, his face was swollen and red, he just wanted to get up and scold angrily, and when he saw the two grandchildren playing on the grass, he forcibly suppressed his anger and said in a low voice: "I know that you want to use Deng Haonan's set of poor disciples to deal with me, I, Fan Yanzhong, don't look down on the poor children, but those people can't get into the exam, mostly because they are dead studying, reading books to death, what talent do they have to compare with the old man?" ”

Thinking of his father who died young, Jiang An stood up suddenly, glared at Fan Yanzhong and said: "My father was enlightened at the age of six, died at the age of thirty-five, and he studied hard for twenty-nine years, and he was still a child. The son does not speak of the father, and the father's knowledge and righteousness dare not comment, but the father was open-minded all his life, although he was in a humble room and was willing to be like a glutton, he never complained. ”

"Hehehe, the old man wants to hear what earth-shattering masterpieces Father Er, who lives in the countryside and can be called open-minded." Fan Yanzhong stood up, looked directly at Jiang Anyi's eyes like a cockfight, and sneered-for-tat.

Jiang Anyi was so angry with Old Man Fan that he really wanted to kick it over. When the matter came to an end, the loser did not lose the battle, Jiang Anyi said: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly." Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. ”

Fan Yanzhong's angry eyes gradually softened, he sighed, sat down dejectedly, and said: "Such a big talent is hidden among the grass and trees, it is a pity that it is painful, the virtuous are in the wild, and the prime minister's fault is also." There are many wise men who are reckless, and they have no ambition for life, and the old man has the face to complain about the sky. Anyi, you're right, what happened to the old man is really nothing. ”

Jiang Anyi saw Fan Yanzhong's sad face, as if he had suddenly aged ten years old, he couldn't bear it, and apologized: "Mr. forgive me, Anyi speaks nonsense, contradicts Mr., Mr. don't take it to heart." ”

"You're right, wake up the dreamer with a word, otherwise the old man will go into the ground with resentment." Fan Yanzhong's eyes gradually lit up, and he looked at Jiang Anyi and said: "Er's father died early, causing you to be young and uneducated, the old man has educated countless people in his life, if you don't dislike it, the old man is willing to teach you for Er's father." ”

Jiang Anyi was overjoyed, ignoring the pebbles and legs on the side of the pool, kneeling on the ground to worship the teacher. Fan Yanzhong stopped Jiang Anyi and said, "The old man said that he would no longer accept apprentices, so don't do this apprenticeship." ”

Jiang Anyi was stunned for a moment, could it be that Old Man Fan wanted to regret it.

I saw Fan Yanzhong twisting his beard and thinking for a moment, and said: "The meaning of the words in Er's father's poem is that the old man is difficult to reach, and it is a pity that he can't get acquainted with him, and the old man is willing to become a friend of God with Er's father, so that you are like the old man's son and nephew, I don't know what you think?" ”

Jiang Anyi kowtowed heavily and said, "Meet my uncle." ”

Fan Yanzhong laughed, beckoned the two grandchildren who were playing on the grass, and asked them to give Jiang Anyi a salute, which could be regarded as officially recognizing this nephew.

The breeze came slowly, stirring the white hair on Fan Yanzhong's head, and also brushing away the lust between Fan Yanzhong's eyebrows, in Jiang Anyi's eyes, Old Man Fan became amiable.

Obviously, Jiang Anyi's understanding is wrong. Early the next morning, Jiang Anyi began the "suffering process".