Chinese pay attention to courtesy, the last time selling beef noodle recipe, the family Jiawang helped so much, and sent a few cars of calligraphy and painting to solve such a big problem, Yang Huairen felt that he should visit to show his gratitude. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

According to the rules, Yang Huairen sent the worship post a day in advance, and Yang Huairen instructed Yang Fu to prepare the car early in the morning, and kept two altars to go to the Jiawang Mansion in the north of the city with Yuan Chun.

Walked to the palace and informed the palace attendants, Yang Huairen was led to a side room to wait.

King Jia's mansion looks very large, but compared with the luxury of Nanyang County Palace, it shows the elegant temperament unique to the master literati.

Yang Huairen was drinking tea from the palace, and a little chamberlain led a fat old man with a white beard in his fifties and sixties and walked in.

The old man wore an earthy yellow robe on the outside, a gray-white collared shirt on the inside, and a black square cage hat on his head.

He had a swallow beard, his face was a little dark, his cheeks and eye bags were a little puffy, and he looked like he had been weathered, but his eyes were bright and shining.

Yang Huairen stood up and saluted first, the fat old man saw that there were still people in the room waiting for the prince to meet, and he also returned the salute with his crossed hands, Yang Huairen was young, and he saluted again according to the junior ceremony, and the two of them sat down.

Yang Huairen poured tea for the fat old man, and arched his hand: "Yang Huairen, a junior in Qizhou, has seen the old man." ”

The fat old man smiled and waved his hand, "Young Master Yang doesn't have to be polite, Mr. Old Man doesn't dare to be, Su Zizhan of Meizhou people." ”

Yang Huairen was very excited when he heard it, but the appearance of the old man in front of him was much worse than the extraordinary appearance of Su Shi in his imagination, thinking about Su Shi's more than half a hundred years old, and the officialdom had been up and down for many years, which caused the vicissitudes of life today.

But after all, this old man is Su Shi and Su Zizhan, I didn't expect to see Mr. Dongpo here, this is a real big coffee, an idol-level figure, I need hundreds of signatures before anything else.

Just when he was about to get close to Su Dongpo and ask for something like calligraphy and painting, Zhao Hao, who was wearing a goose-yellow round-necked plain robe, came.

Su Shi got up and saluted, but he didn't expect Yang Huairen to walk directly to the prince, patted Zhao Hao's shoulder and said, "Brother Zhao, you are really interesting, I like to die of those cars of calligraphy and paintings, and I count on them to live every day." ”

Zhao Hao was not angry that he was not polite, but smiled very heartily, "I guess both of you have seen the ceremony, don't you need me to introduce you?" ”

In Yang Huairen's eyes, the prince is no different from the ordinary first rich second generation, although the prince is small, but he is also thirty-five or sixteen years old, but Yang Huairen has always regarded him as an equal, a friend who can brag and fart, and has never had a sense of humility.

Suddenly, I remembered that Mr. Dongpo was by my side, and I was a little embarrassed, and I saluted the prince again.

"Mr. Dongpo is a great talent in the world, and he has been yearning for a long time, and he is fortunate to see him today."

"Oh? is so good, Xiao Wang also admires Su Bachelor's literary style, calligraphy and painting, and specially invited to the house to appreciate Xiao Wang's new works.

Since we meet friends with calligraphy and painting, we don't have to stick to our official positions, just throw away some cumbersome etiquette, and everyone will be at ease. ”

The three of them exchanged a few words of greeting and let go of their moods, it was more like a gathering between literati and friends, saving a lot of etiquette and feeling a lot more free in their hearts.

When he came to his study with the prince, Zhao Hao picked up a new pair of flying white books on the bookcase and gave them admiration.

Su Dongpo said that the head was the Tao, and there were praises and disparities between his words, not because this was the work of the prince that he blindly flattered, which reminded Yang Huairen of the people's comments on his arrogance and integrity, and he admired it even more in his heart.

In fact, for calligraphy and painting, poetry and songs, Yang Huairen, as a professional cook, is purely half-witted in this regard, and he doesn't know much, but with Mr. Dongpo's comments, out of respect for him, he nodded and echoed from time to time.

Su Shi became famous at a young age, and the admiration for him among scholars was mostly due to his talent.

And Su Shi, whom Yang Huairen admires, is his decent, upright personality and bold and open-minded feelings for the country and the people.

In particular, in the past 10 years or so, there have been constant party disputes in the courts, factions attacking and confronting each other, and those in power have focused on arguing about which is better or better between the old law and the new policy, and how the people at the grassroots level are living seems to be blind, and no one sees it, let alone pays attention to it.

There are very few people like Mr. Dongpo who stay out of the party struggle, and in the process of being constantly demoted and exiled, he does not forget his original intention, and in the state and county where he served, he built water conservancy, dredged rivers, opened up wasteland, and built schools, and did many practical things for the people.

Just like some high-ranking officials, whether they hold meetings to speak or discuss policies, they are the head of the road, but in fact they may not be able to distinguish between leeks and wheat seedlings, and when they go to the countryside to investigate, there are more people who serve them than the people they visit, and the burden to the people is far greater than the harvest.

Therefore, officials like Mr. Dongpo, who can really benefit the people and enjoy with the people, are even more admired from the bottom of their hearts.

Discussing calligraphy and painting, Yang Huairen couldn't interject, thinking that Su Shi was a famous foodie in history, so he decided to borrow the kitchen of the palace to cook in person and make a dish of Mr. Dongpo's favorite - Dongpo meat.

The method of Dongpo meat is very simple, wash the pork belly with skin and blanch it, then cut it into large pieces of one inch square, put ginger slices and green onions on the bottom of the casserole, put the pork skin down in the casserole and boil over high heat, then add salt, light soy sauce, rice wine and icing and simmer over low heat.

Simmer until the soup in the casserole is thick, remove the pork and put it in another large bowl, place the pork skin upwards, then pour the original soup from the boiled meat, and steam it in the steamer for half an hour.

After admiring the calligraphy and paintings, Zhao Hao and Su Dongpo set up a wine table in a pavilion in the palace garden, waiting for Yang Huairen's mysterious dishes to appear.

The two were talking and laughing, when they suddenly smelled a burst of aroma coming from outside the corridor. Su Shi had already smelled this familiar smell and exclaimed: "Yang Xiaoyou actually knows the favorite of the old decay, it's really rare." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yang Huairen led a few maids from the palace to bring a few side dishes, and the main dish was Dongpo meat.

Looking at the red and caramel-colored pork in the bowl, exuding an attractive aroma of wine, Mr. Dongpo couldn't care about Sven, so he couldn't help but put a piece in his mouth first.

Seeing this, Zhao Hao also began to pick up chopsticks, regardless of the fact that Yang Huairen had not yet sat down.

The aromatic pork is put in the mouth, and the soft and glutinous texture makes people appetite greatly, and then the gravy flows to the tip of the tongue, and the sweet aroma of fatty pork immediately occupies the entire mouth.

Yang Huairen saw that the two of them were eating with oil, and with a smile on his face, he poured the two of them with the spring of Suiyuan.

"How can there be food without wine, this is a fine wine distilled by Xiaosheng in his own way, called 'Suiyuan Spring', please taste it!"