"Thanks to the perseverance of your four generations, we can eat delicious pot-wrapped meat." Beside Hao Xian, a man with his back to him said in non-standard Chinese. This person is white and fat, and his complexion and hair color should be Asian, and Hao Xian thinks that most of them are from Wano Country or Goryeo.

"Teacher Bai is serious, even if there is no inheritance of our family, grandpa's pot wrapped meat will also spread all over the country, once such a famous dish is created, no one can tarnish it. I reopened the True Taste House just to fulfill the long-cherished wish of my father and my grandfather, and I wanted to restore some of my grandfather's dishes as much as I could. Zheng Xinwen's great-grandson, Zheng Shuguo, replied.

"This is the recipe that your grandfather Zheng Yiling put together, right? Can I touch it? Teacher Bai asked, wiping his hands with a napkin.

On the table in front of Zheng Shuguo, there is an old cookbook that is worn to the extreme, and the cover is written in upright handwriting: "Old Chef's Beijing Recipes" Zheng Yiling sorted out and wrote.

"This recipe was made by my grandfather by hand, and at that time there was a shortage of materials, and all the old paper was used, so it was not easy to record all the dishes of my grandfather. In the current Harbin cuisine, there are fusion of Beijing cuisine, Shandong cuisine, and Manchu cuisine, which are all good at what Grandpa Tai is good at. In fact, he can still cook Su cuisine, but he can't find suitable materials in Harbin, so he rarely makes it later. You can take a picture of the recipe, just touch it, it's very old, and if you are not careful, you may break the paper. Zheng Shuguo replied.

Teacher Bai retracted his hand with some regret, said a word of Korean to the photographer on the side, and stepped forward to take a picture of the recipe carefully.

Hao Xian looked at this recipe with bright eyes, and he wanted to grab it and rub "Peng Zu's Kitchen Classic" in his heart.

The Chef Jing could only absorb his father's notes, making Hao Xian guess that it might only be possible to absorb recipes written by people who were related to his heritage.

And this "Old Chef's Beijing Recipe" was sorted out by his senior brother's son, and it is full of his dear Senior Brother Zheng's dishes!

Will the Chef be willing to absorb it and hang it on him?

But Hao Xian can't mess around now, it looks like it's snowing outside the window, it's freezing, and he doesn't want to be thrown out. And this is not his own body, he is a member of Mr. Bai's interview team, and he can't let the other party take the blame for him afterwards.

Forget it, I've been studying art in Prince Gong's Mansion for ten years, and I can figure out these dishes sooner or later!

After the photographer finished shooting, Zheng Shuguo wrapped the old recipe and put it away.

"I can't wait to taste the pot meat, so I'll ask two more questions at the end!" Although Mr. Bai's Chinese is not standard, the part of can't wait to eat meat sounds inexplicably convincing.

"Teacher Bai, excuse me!"

"The apprentice who reported your father, Mr. Zheng Xuezhang, who used a leader's photo to pack food, did you later find out his identity?" Teacher Bai asked this question, and even his broad back wrote "I want to eat melons".

"My father actually knew, but he wouldn't say it, and until he died, he didn't tell us the name of the apprentice, he only said: In those days, everyone was like that, and I can't leave hatred to you."

After Zheng Shuguo answered, everyone present sighed.

Hao Xian was even more silent, he watched Zheng Yiling send the sent Zheng Xuezhang away.

"One last question! Three years after you reopened True Taste House, you were selected as a Master of Chinese Cuisine, and you were the youngest culinary master in the country at that time! How did your father feel about this, and was he very proud? ”

"Not to mention, when I took the certificate back, my dad said to me with a serious face: 'There has not been a master in the literary and artistic world for decades, and the culinary industry is a relatively low-level industry, but there is a master today and a master tomorrow. How old are you? Stir-fry the vegetables well, what are you doing with those useless things! Zheng Shuguo imitated his father's tone, with a wry smile on his face.

Teacher Bai also laughed out loud: "Ling Zun is really strict!" ”

"No, when I came home from work, my dad would make fun of me: 'Yo, the master is back?' It made me very embarrassed. So when I was a kid, I always thought that I was definitely not his own! Zheng Shuguo pretended to be indignant, but it was difficult to hide his nostalgia in his tone.

Hao Xian couldn't help but nod slightly, feeling full of resonance with Zheng Shuguo. He used to think that way when he was a kid!

It seems that the chef father who wants his son to learn the craft is the same......

"Thank you, Da Zheng...... Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for accepting our interview today! It's really rewarding! Teacher Bai stood up and shook hands with Zheng Shuguo warmly.

"It's my side, thank you, Mr. Bai! Let's hurry up and dine, let you taste the pot wrapped meat made by my proud disciple, his skills are better than mine!" Zheng Shuguo began to beckon the waiter to serve the food.

Soon, a dazzling array of Harbin dishes were brought to the table, crispy yellow cabbage, foreign spring rolls, roasted potatoes with eel, stuffed lion's mane mushrooms, three fresh dishes, mushu meat, sauerkraut white meat, Russian fried buns......

And, of course, the most important protagonist – pot meat!

"What about the Yanji cold noodles I want?" Teacher Bai asked expectantly.

"It's good right away, although it's not on the menu, it's not difficult to do, and of course I won't forget what Mr. Bai specially requested." Zheng Shuguo replied with a smile.

Soon, the Yanji cold noodles in the ice bowl were also served in front of everyone.

Yanji cold noodles are one of the top 10 noodles in China, originating from Yanbian City, Jilin Province, and are not Harbin cuisine.

Hao Xian looked at the cold noodles with ice slag floating on the soup in front of him a little strangely, why did Mr. Bai order this?

"I have traveled all over China to find all kinds of delicacies, and I have learned a lot of unknown ways to eat." Teacher Bai had a sly look on his face, "This Yanji cold noodles are the most compatible dish with pot meat!" ”

Teacher Bai picked up a piece of pot-wrapped meat, soaked it in the cold noodle soup, and then put it in his mouth with the noodles, with an extremely intoxicated expression on his face.

Everyone else immediately couldn't help but follow suit.

Hao Xian is naturally no exception.

"Huh...... This noodle soup actually has a cool fruit taste, sweet and sour, and the same sweet and sour pot wrapped meat complements each other, it is really delicious! Hao Xian couldn't help but say.

"Yes, apple juice and pineapple juice are generally added to the noodle soup of Yanji cold noodles, and when the pot wrapped meat was first invented, a piece of seasonal fruit was placed on it, and the pot wrapped meat was eaten with the cold noodles with the juice, and the sweet and sour taste was even more memorable!"

Hao Xian, who finally returned to the modern era after a hundred years of loneliness, carefully felt the sweetness in his mouth, and finally had a smile on his face again.

Senior Brother Zheng, you must not have guessed, right? A hundred years later, someone would have thought of eating your invented pot wrapped meat with cold noodles!

Seeing Hao Xian's heartfelt joy, Teacher Bai also became happy, and said gratefully: "Thank you Master Zheng, so that we can eat pot meat!" ”

"Thank you Master Zheng for allowing us to eat pot wrapped meat!"

"Thank you Master Zheng for allowing us to eat pot wrapped meat!"

The others repeated.

Listening to the words of thanks, Hao Xian looked out the window at the snowy scene.

For many years, the snow in Harbin has been drifting like this.

Unlike 100 years ago, there are thousands of houses lit up on snowy nights, and in the midst of these thousands of lights, many families are enjoying the same cuisine.

Maybe it's the pot-wrapped meat, maybe it's the crispy yellow cabbage, or maybe it's any delicacy that can be remembered in the soul.

Generations of people have been born here.

Generations of people have lived here.

Generations of people leave at the end.

They can't take anything with them, but they're destined to leave something behind.

For example, the food they love will be passed down for a long time......