Xu Qiao had a dream at night, and the color in the dream was a little heavy! The actor is still Gu Chengchuan.

Shocked, she got up in the middle of the night and drank several glasses of cold boiled water to suppress the shock! How can you blaspheme a benefactor? Although Gu Chengchuan's appearance is very worthy of licking.

After waking up, I didn't feel sleepy anymore, so I simply got up and used the ingredients in the refrigerator to stew a pot of stewed pigeon.

Thinking about sending it to Huo Xinyan after the stew, he didn't feel sleepy, squatted in front of the stove and held his little face, and couldn't help but recall the scene in his dream.

In the dream, she ...... actually kissed Gu Chengchuan! not only kissed, but also stripped his clothes.

Yes......

Xu Qiao couldn't help but wail, her hands were irritable and her hair was pulled, it was Gu Chengchuan who ate half of her sugar gourd to make her so? But Gu Chengchuan in the dream is in such a good figure!

When Zhou Yansheng came over, he saw Xu Qiao squatting in the kitchen with a red face, with a smirk in her eyes!

The suckling pigeon stewed in the pot exudes the medicinal fragrance of Sichuan Dome and Angelica.

Zhou Yansheng sniffed and grabbed Xu Qiao's ear: "You secretly stew my pigeon again!" ”

Xu Qiao was forced to stand up, stretched out her hand and patted Zhou Yansheng's hand away: "I stewed it for you, thinking that you are going to take me to see Zhou Lao today, have you worked hard?" ”

Zhou Yansheng snorted: "You can pull it down, I don't have menstruation." ”

Xu Qiao was a little speechless by Zhou Yansheng's straightforwardness, rubbing her ears and walking out of the kitchen.

Zhou Yansheng followed out: "Hurry up and pack up, let's go see my little father-in-law." Also, your pigeon can be cooked. ”

Xu Qiao put the dome pigeon into a thermos bucket, and a pigeon with soup just filled a bucket.

Zhou Yansheng was even more distressed: "I still have to use my thermos bucket, I want to get it back when I go back, do you hear?" ”

Xu Qiao took care of others' losses, and nodded very obediently: "Brother Yansheng, don't worry, I will take it back." ”

Brother Yansheng, Zhou Yansheng, who was called, was in a good mood and took the initiative to carry the thermos bucket downstairs.

went to the Academy of Fine Arts of Qingda to send pigeon soup to Huo Xinyan, and the two went directly to the hotel where Zhou Xianhua lived.

On the way, Zhou Yansheng told Xu Qiao again: "The old man loves his granddaughter the most, you must not show me your mouth, there are still white lies." ”

Xu Qiao nodded: "I don't speak, just listen." ”

Zhou Xianhua was obviously a little surprised that Zhou Yansheng and Xu Qiao would come, and looked at Zhou Yansheng with a deliberate face: "You kid came to calculate me again?" ”

Zhou Yansheng entered the door with a smile, and shook the paper bag in his hand in front of Zhou Xianhua: "Little princess, guess what this is?" ”

Zhou Xianhua was a little surprised: "Tea! ”

Zhou Yan was happy: "Did the little prince smell it, I stole it from my grandfather." He's a baby. ”

Zhou Xianhua snorted coldly: "What about him, isn't it right to honor my uncle?" ”

What Zhou Yansheng brought was the big red robe of the mother tree of Wuyi Mountain, with an annual output of only a few catties, and the price of fried on the market was more expensive than gold.

The gift was indeed right for Zhou Xianhua's appetite, and without waiting for Xu Qiao to speak, he said with a smile: "You are preparing to open a store, how is the store prepared?" ”

Xu Qiao glanced at Zhou Yansheng, who was leaning on the sofa and didn't plan to speak, and hesitated: "It's still in the location, but we can't do the positioning of the dish accurately." What kind of cuisine is more suitable for the market? ”

Zhou Xianhua didn't expect Xu Qiao to be this question: "What cuisine did you originally want to do?" If it is pure Cantonese cuisine, some people may come to try it at first, but it does not meet the taste of northerners after a long time? ”

Xu Qiao shook her head: "I think as long as the essence of the dish is made, the taste is good." Human tastes can be changed. In the past, it was said that people in Beijing don't eat spicy, but now many hot pot restaurants in Beijing are spicy, and business is still very good. And as the economy grows better and better, people are becoming more and more picky about what they eat. In the past, I might have found a small restaurant and ordered three or five side dishes. ”

"But in the future, people will become more and more picky, and in the end, if there is no essence of food to catch the stomach of diners, the restaurant may not be able to do it. And people will also encounter a common phenomenon when they come out to eat, and there is no food to order. ”

Zhou Xianhua looked at Xu Qiao thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed: "What does the little girl want to learn?" ”

Xu Qiao was also polite: "Back then, Lafayette in the palace liked the four Cantonese dishes the most, except for the Arhat cuisine and the Buddha's hand Guanyin lotus that day, it was the three fresh in the clouds and the ancient method of the East Star Spot." ”

Zhou Xianhua laughed, turned his head to look at Zhou Yansheng: "Where did you find the little girl, your tone is not small." These two dishes look simple, but they are not so easy to learn. If you don't say anything else, just practice with East Star Spot, can you afford this money? ”

Xu Qiao's face was serious: "I don't have any money, as long as Zhou Lao is willing to teach me, I will definitely have a way." ”

Zhou Xianhua nodded: "Yes, the tone is not small." It's a bit of our family's temper. ”

Zhou Yansheng patted the rainbow fart at the right time: "How can you compare with Aunt Yiyi." Yiyi's little aunt can be literary and martial, that is a heroine among women! ”

But I was unconvinced in my heart, hum, Wen can scold people, Wu can beat people!

As long as Zhou Xianhua praises his granddaughter, his heart will blossom: "It's not that powerful, it's not that powerful." Okay, after the tenth day of the first month, I'll come over. I'll teach you when the time comes. ”

Xu Qiao was very up-to-date, picked up the tea on the table, and knelt down respectfully: "Master, please drink tea." ”

Zhou Xianhua was stunned, hesitated and reached out to take the tea, and laughed: "I can't accept you as an apprentice now." ”

Zhou Yansheng stared at the side, master?

Then what is he going to call Xu Qiao in the future? That's two generations away!

After drinking the apprentice tea, Xu Qiao was relieved.

Zhou Yansheng came out of the hotel and began to nag Xu Qiao non-stop: "I said little girl, you didn't say you wanted to apprentice?" Besides, you're too thick-skinned, aren't you? Kneel there, if people don't recognize you, do you say you're embarrassed? ”

The most important thing is that he is here, click, and the generation has been reduced by two generations!

Xu Qiao looked at Zhou Yansheng with a smile: "In the future, I'm afraid you will call me grandpa?" ”

Zhou Yan ignored her angrily, pushed her head and walked forward: "If you want to be beautiful, it's best to put away your heart of wanting to be an elder." ”

Xu Qiao was just teasing Zhou Yansheng, and said very seriously at this time: "Do you think, is this old man rarely accepting apprentices in his life?" But what does it mean for all craftsmen not to accept apprentices? I just don't want to easily teach the stunts in my hands to outsiders. But Old Zhou is so old, can't we always let him be a guide? ”

Zhou Yansheng poked Xu Qiao's head: "Just you, villain!" not only counted me, but even my little princess counted it. ”

Xu Qiao was a little embarrassed: "I don't want to calculate, I just think that if a restaurant can go further, there must be a heritage in it." ”

Zhou Yansheng was happy: "Okay, I don't mean to blame you." It's just that I didn't expect you to be a quiet little girl, but a person who does big things. ”