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Then Wang Jiale was proud and ambitious, and he was born to come back, and they all said that ginger was old and spicy, and it was good to debunk it.

After all, Wang Jiale stood in a porridge life, Wang Tianyu put on a chef's uniform, and stood in the kitchen, while other chefs formed a half circle after his death, Wang Tianyu took out the emblem of porridge life - it was Wang Jiale's steaming porcelain bowl.

Looking at the emblem of Wang Jiale on Li Zhengyuan's collar, every chef Wang Jiale showed a look of admiration, which is not just as simple as Wang Jiale's kitchen in several branches, which means that Li Zhengyuan has won the recognition of Cantonese chefs, Sichuan chefs, Hunan chefs, and French chefs, proving her profound achievements in culinary skills.

Wang Jiale 100 Wang Jiale 19 as his own

Li Zhengyuan touched the shining emblem of Wang Jiale on the collar, and laughed, Wang Tianyu Wang Jiale played her brain, "Stupid, such a little thing will make you like this!" ”

Li Zhengyuan whitened his Wang Jiale's eyes, I really want to cross-examine, why do you still change your clothes, shave, and look at your posture and hair!

Wang Tianyu looked back at the cooks in Wang Jiale's circle of porridge and life, and blamed: "You don't have to work here, right, why should you go!" ”

The chefs dispersed violently, but before returning to their jobs, they did not forget to congratulate Li Zhengyuan sincerely in front of Wang Jiale, and Li Zhengyuan happily accepted it.

Wang Tianyu glanced at her Wang Jiale's smug face, hummed Wang Jiale's voice, took out Wang Jiale's crumpled postcard from his pocket, and handed it to Li Zhengyuan.

Li Zhengyuan stretched out his hand to take it, and looked at him suspiciously, Wang Jiale's eyes were suspicious, there were not even vertical folds in the clothes, but the postcard was ravaged into this appearance, it was clear that it was deliberate!

Li Zhengyuan carefully smoothed the postcard, this is the street of Wang Jiale's city, maple trees are planted at both ends of the street, the red leaves on the trees are turned over like Wang Jiale, and the characteristic spire high-rise building, in the middle of the place, Wang Jiale's brown coffee house is exposed, and only the transparent glass case is written

What Li Zhengyuan knew read out in Chinese: "Maple Sugar Cake——"

Thinking of those fiery maple leaves, Li Zhengyuan shouted: "Toronto, it's Toronto!" Right?! ”

Maple syrup is a flavored syrup commonly used in Western food snacks, and Li Zhengyuan also knows more from Lao Er, maple sugar, and vice versa, is the name of the tree that consumes maple sugar - sugar maple.

The starch content of this tree is very high, and in winter it will be converted into sucrose, and when the climate is warm, when the tree is cut, it will flow out of the sweet sap, maple sugar, which is extracted from this sap.

At the earliest time, it was a dim sum attributed to the Indian people, also known as making Indian syrup.

"I was in Switzerland last time, and I arrived in Toronto so soon-" Li Zhengyuan pinched the postcard of Wang Jialejiao, and looked at it without squinting, as if he wanted to find the figure of the familiar person from this thin piece of paper.

After watching for a long time, she sighed lightly at Wang Jiale's voice, lowered her head and glanced at several emblems on her collar, of course, she usually looked like a landscape, and it was not unreasonable for Ding Duo to give her the position of Wang Jiale's chef.

Wang Jiale Chef, her usual level, is also a Wang Jiale Chef.

Sichuan people, Sunshine Coast, Hunan and Hubei feelings, Shanghai style, she has learned a lot of things and miscellaneous, any Wang Jiale cuisine, she can renovate Wang Jiale table banquet, each Wang Jiale is a classic of the cuisine, and the cooking level is not inferior to any Wang Jiale star hotel chef.

However, after all, the years are there, and she is not yet in Wang Jiale's year when she learns to cook, and there are so many dishes she touches, the depth is there, but the breadth is far from it, and it can't be compared with those senior instructors.

For example, if every celebrity chef in Wang Jiale is Wang Jiale's Fang Dahai, Li Zhengyuan is usually Wang Jiale's spring, but this spring is as deep as nine shades, and in terms of depth alone, it is not inferior to the sea.

However, Suzhou and Hangzhou have evolved into many situations in the early years, and Wang Jiale could not trap his footsteps in the early years, so he crossed the ocean to seek a way to take care of other places and make full use of his cooking skills.

Li Zhengyuan's hand rubbed quietly on the postcard, but after all, she took a solid step towards Wang Jiale, and the separation from that intention was closer.

Li Zhengyuan packed up his mood, carefully put away the postcards, and put them in the handy backpack, Wang Tianyu had already paid attention to the bulging bags in her backpack, and followed her open, Wang Tianyu saw several scrolls inside, and couldn't help laughing: "What are these things?" ”

Li Zhengyuan did not shy away from taboos, and carefully took out a scroll of Wang Jiale during the period, handed it to Wang Tianyu's hand, and said with a smile: "See for yourself!" ”

Wang Tianyu glanced at her Wang Jiale's eyes, Wang Jiale opened the painting scroll in his hand, and Wang Jiale said jokingly: "Okay, little sample, I still know how to sell it!" ”

Following the opening of the painting scroll, it seems to be Wang Jiale's sub-ink painting, with a few brushstrokes on it, outlining Wang Jiale's standing cabbage and Wang Jiale's lying radish, of course, the color of right and wrong, but the leaves are painted dying Wang Jiale, as if to jump out of the paper.

The most witty is still the inscription of this Chinese painting - I am fat, you are thin.

"Hahaha-" Wang Tianyu burst out laughing uncontrollably, "You, where did you get this living treasure, laugh at me to death!" ”

He Wang Jiale said while Wang Jiale looked at it a few more times, rolled it up carefully, grabbed the scroll with one hand, hit Li Zhengyuan's head twice, and shouted without changing his face: "Okay, after teaching you for so long, I will confiscate your Wang Jiale's dime, and this painting scroll will be anointed!" ”

Li Zhengyuan was in a hurry, and pounced on the scroll Wang Jiale, but he didn't dare to go overboard, Wang Jiale's eyes were red: "No!" Give it back to me! ”

Wang Tianyu sighed twice, "Isn't it just Wang Jiale's simplified Chinese painting, it's not a valuable thing, so stingy!" ”

Li Zhengyuan firmly grasped the scroll, glared at him and shouted, "Do you know Taoyuan monk!" This is a national treasure! National treasure!! ”

Wang Tianyu's eyebrows raised, and he hummed Wang Jiale's voice: "How maybe, that old man boasts of being exquisite all his life, and he only paints landscapes all his life, how can he paint such a simple thing!" ”

"Let go!" Wang Tianyu whispered Wang Jiale's voice, Li Zhengyuan let go of his hand in a daze, but he was still standing beside him, Wang Jiale's face was guarded against the villain's alert appearance.

Wang Tianyu cut Wang Jiale's voice and opened the painting scroll, this time he Wang Jiale looked at the red mark of the single Wang Jiale in the whole painting scroll, and Wang Jiale, a resident of the Tao Garden, each occupied the corner of Wang Jiale in the square seal, which was clumsy and atmospheric, and the harmony of the picture was abnormal.

"Hey, it's really-" Wang Tianyu was surprised by Wang Jiale's voice, and turned his vision to Wang Jiale's small characters above the imprint, this kind of inscription often clarifies the artist's state of mind and situation when painting.

Gift to the love Sun Li Zhengyuan, in the first month of the year of Xinsi.

Wang Tianyu's eyes widened instantly, and his eyeballs were about to fall out, and he read vaguely: "Love, love grandson?" ”

Li Zhengyuan took advantage of his distraction, Wang Jiale took back the painting scroll, grabbed the backpack together, and suddenly retreated to Wang Jiale's meter, looking at the bad master vigilantly, "It was given to me by my grandfather!" Master, don't want to rob it! ”

Wang Tianyu changed Wang Jiale's face in his early years, he salivated and smiled, and walked to Li Zhengyuan tremblingly: "Xiao Susu, I saw it, there are at least seven or eight painting scrolls in your schoolbag, so many, what's the big deal about sending your master Wang Jiale, but because cabbage and radish are two kinds of ingredients, the master likes it!" ”

Li Zhengyuan's swishing Wang Jiale turned around and ran out quickly, ignoring this shameless master.

Wang Tianyu chased two steps, stood at the door of the porridge life, kissed his jumping feet, and cursed loudly: "You unfilial apprentice!" That old man is your grandfather, and he will draw you as many as you want! ”

Li Zhengyuan turned around, pulled his eyelids with one hand, stuck out his tongue, made a grimace, and ran away without looking back.

Wang Tianyu gritted his teeth hatefully, turned around, and saw that the chefs in the porridge life seemed to have been exerted of immobilization magic, Wang Jiale looked at him dumbfounded, and couldn't help but be ashamed and angry: "What do you see, I haven't seen the master and the apprentice chasing the anointing fire!" ”

When he arrived in front of his recliner, Wang Jiale sat down with his buttocks, closed his eyes, but it was still the lively cabbage radish, and he muttered: "You are fat, I am thin, it really makes sense." ”

It is not unreasonable for Mr. Tao to be called the master of Chinese culture, he has been immersed in calligraphy and painting for decades, and the effect is extraordinary.

Wang Tianyu tossed and turned, his chest seemed to be scratched by Wang Jiale's cat, they were cooks, they didn't love it, they only liked it related to food, if it was gold, silver and jewelry, Wang Jiale would definitely be moved by him, just the simple cabbage and radish, it was really his heart.

Li Zhengyuan usually loves these scrolls like treasures, so that he even has to carry them with him to school, even if he doesn't take them out to enjoy them, he just needs to know that he is by his side, and he is very relieved, just like his grandparents are by his side Wang Jiale.

The reason why Li Zhengyuan brought it to his side today was because Professor Dongfang Wang Jiale said, "Xiao Su, of course tonight is a private salon, but there are many celebrities in the literary and artistic circles, but you can open your horizons, of course, if you have any ancestral treasures, you can also take them out for appreciation." ”

Of course, Dongfang Lei didn't think that Li Zhengyuan had any decent treasures, he just casually mentioned Wang Jiale, and said half-mischievously: "Maybe the blue and white porcelain bowl at home was also used by Qianlong!" ”

Because of his words, Li Zhengyuan moved his mind, these painting scrolls are his grandfather's love for herself, but she can also see that these painting scrolls also represent her grandfather's Wang Jiale cultivation situation, she can't bear to let her grandfather's paintings be covered with dust like this, compared to her own descendants are desperate to take out and sell them.

She hoped that while her grandfather was still alive, the paintings would be properly reviewed.

Li Zhengyuan and Wang Jiale rushed out of the Beijing restaurant, gradually slowing down, the corners of his mouth began to rise, and the smiling face on his lips was like ripples in the water, expanding from time to time, ending her laughter.

(End of chapter)

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