Grandpa Bai squinted his eyes and looked a little disgusted when he saw Han Chun's dust, "Are you rolling in the mud?" ”

Han Chuan wiped his face again with the cuffs, pushed open the door and asked Grandpa Bai to go first, "It's fifteen today, the lady concubine is fasting, and there are few things in the dining room, knowing that you will come back early, I specially bought a table of dishes!" Master, you have a good taste! ”

Grandpa Bai leaned on his crutches and said "oh", and did not enter the main room, so he sat in the courtyard and lit a pot of hookah, and watched the smoke curling in the stove room comfortably.

Han Chuan's hands and feet are nimble, and there are four joys to help the cook, and after a while, the eight treasures of the exquisite chicken were fried, and a pot sticker tofu was stewed, and a stack of crispy bone crisps was produced.

There was still a basket of slices left.

Hanchuan rubs his hands together, and he is a little excited, and he is always looking forward to handling new ingredients!

Sixi sighed, "This little thing looks really ugly." ”

Hey!

People let you eat it, and you scolded you for being ugly!

Strange injustices through the ages!

Han Chuan glanced at Sixi, "Why do you judge people by their appearance, dry eel!" Famous dishes of Sichuan! Your grandfather is a Sichuan chef, how can he raise a lack of virtue who loves to drink bean juice. ”

Say he can, say his beloved bean juice can't.

"Hey! If you can't get used to drinking, how can you still scold people who are used to drinking! ”

There was a lot of noise in the stove room, and Grandpa Bai happily swallowed the clouds and spitted out the fog.

Pretty good.

These are the days.

It is not so much that he helped Han Chuan, but that Han Chuan helped him.

In the past, when I went home every day, the room was quiet, if it weren't for Da Lang's coughing, or Cui's delicate and dense nagging.

Life is not easy, it is also a day to live with a smile, and it is also a day to live with crying, but Cui's is different, she chooses to wash her face with tears every day.

A girl like Han Chuan is very good, gentle and gentle, smiling and happy, and regards the bitterness of life as a flavor, clearing heat and detoxifying, which is very curative.

Grandpa Bai spit out a mouthful of white mist, and a cloud of green smoke also boiled out of the stove in the stove.

Han Chuan cut the thick meal slices into two village chiefs, one minute wide silk, celery to remove the leaves, roots and tendons, cut into nine minutes long segments, the oil pot is red, the eel silk stir-fry, add rice wine, ginger shreds and garlic cloves and fry well, immediately put in the two vitex segments, refined salt, celery segments, stir-fry evenly and immediately start the pot, and finally sprinkle with green onions and a lot of pepper, pour hot oil to sizzle.

Han Chuan uncovered his bib, smiled and greeted loudly, "It's time to eat!" ”

Grandpa Bai entered the upper seat with a cane, Cui Shi and Bai Sixi sat on one side, and Han Chuan sat on one side alone.

Grandpa Bai took a pair of chopsticks and dried the eel and chewed it carefully.

Numb, spicy, fresh and fragrant.

The taste is crisp and tender, the skin is crispy and charred, the meat is tender and juicy, and has a strong spicy taste, this spicy is not the kind of spicy heart, but the pleasure produced by the stimulation after the mouth.

As you swallow it, the spiciness gradually dissipates and never continues to occupy the high ground of taste. The ratio of numb and spicy is just right, the pepper is numb, and the spicy flavor is on the top, which is a good wine pairing.

Grandpa Bai nodded, and the chopsticks knocked on the dish of dried fried eel, "Eight major cuisines, this girl is at your fingertips." Cooking Sichuan cuisine has the soul of Sichuan cuisine, and making white cases also brings up the fragrance of noodles. Han Chuan is a man..."

Grandpa Bai stopped talking and interrupted with a smile, "The four likes are good at learning, if Han Chuan doesn't leave the palace, you don't want to have the opportunity to be in charge of the spoon in your life." ”

Although Bai Sixi's body is narrow, his heart is wide, his eyes and heart are on the dish, and he took the last chopsticks to dry the eel, squeaking and squeaking, "You know, you say it eight hundred times a year!" ”

After three rounds of wine and half of the dishes, Han Chuan poured a full glass of wine for Grandpa Bai and himself - this real wheat wine smells spicy.

A full moon rose at the end of the sky, Han Chuan stood up and picked up the wine cup, looked at Grandpa Bai, his throat was a little choked, "Master, the apprentice did it first as a respect, thank you for taking care of this time!" ”

Cui's eyes flickered slightly.

Grandpa Bai's face froze and looked at Cui's.

Cui Shi hurriedly got up, "Father-in-law, don't look at me!" What am I... I didn't do anything! ”

Han Chuan laughed when he saw this, the corners of his eyes were moist, and he wiped the back of his hand, "It has nothing to do with my sister-in-law, I left the palace in September, and now it's almost December, I have eaten in Iron Lion Hutong for more than 100 days, and I have lived in Iron Lion Hutong..." ”

Han Chuan raised his head and dried it up.

Grandpa Bai frowned.

What kind of demon is Cui Shi again!

Grandpa Bai's face sank and he was about to get angry.

Han Chuan hurriedly stopped, "Your temper, just come when you say it!" Be happy, look at everyone is good! If you are not happy, you will be caught and scolded! Thinking of Grandpa Bai's kindness to himself, his nasal cavity was sour, "You asked me to treat this place as my mother's home, and I will marry in the future and go out of Iron Lion Hutong." Chu'er promised you that if there is really a day when you get married, she will definitely kneel and give you tea. ”

"In the past, Chu'er went to set up a stall, but now this stall is getting better and better, and there are more and more people queuing, Chu'er thought, maybe he can open a restaurant? These days, I went out by myself for a while, and it happened that I came across a house that was very suitable, so I asked the official to pass the paperwork, and I was ready to move over tomorrow... I'm afraid of your scolding, I've been hiding it... Don't blame me..."

In front of Cui's, I didn't dare to say that I would buy it, but I only dared to vaguely say that I had encountered a house...

After saying this, Han Chuan was a little afraid to look at Grandpa Bai, and looked at the old man's face cowardly.

The oil lamp was dim, Grandpa Bai's face was dull and uncertain, and the wine in front of him was rippling under the illumination of the oil lamp.

In the courtyard, it was so quiet that even a pin could be heard clearly.

Sixi put the chopsticks knowingly.

This is a feast!

If Han Chuan has the ability to move out, it is the best.

Sixi thought so.

Far fragrant and smelly, his old lady's temperament can't be changed, and she cramps from time to time.

Han Chuan was afraid of his grandfather and his face, and he endured it.

If grandpa knew that his mother gave Han Chuan a row, it would definitely be an overwhelming ****.

Emotions are divided into feelings, and emotions have weight! If you quarrel once, you will kill it once, and if you scold, you will shorten it by half a point. If his mother doesn't mention Mr. Nie's matter, if he is in this way, he will naturally get along after a long time.

But it just so happened that his mother took a forty-year-old widower to be a matchmaker for Han Chuan, which... Which little girl can bear this?

Sixi wiped his sweat and decided to feed the tiger with his body and become the one to break the deadlock.

Who knew that before he could speak, Grandpa Bai spoke first.

"What does the master blame you for?" Grandpa Bai smiled, the folds on his face crumpled into a few mountains, "Chu'er, do whatever you want." When you set up a stall, you said that when you were a child, you practiced the knife of eight taels when others practiced eight taels, and you practiced one catty. The master doesn't understand your business experience at all, but he also thinks it's amazing. Blue is better than blue, Chu'er, you are a better person than the master. If you need a master, you speak. ”

If you need a master, you speak...

Han Chuan buried his head in the wine glass, and tears burst out of his eyes at once.