In the ancestral house of the Tang family, the sudden sound of a dog barking made me very uneasy.

The woman was still carrying the lantern and strode forward.

The surrounding buildings gradually became clear, pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, very classical temperament, very similar to the "Dongshan Club" of Dongshan County's relatives.

I don't know if there's any similarity between the two.

The farther he went, the louder the dog barked.

I couldn't help but shrink up, and there was silence all around, and there was no one else but me and the woman with the lantern.

The woman led me into a hall.

I recognized this place at once, this is the same place where the bride married the big before.

Although, the lanterns that hung on the house have all been taken down.

However, the atmosphere in the room is still very weird.

The woman told me to stand in the middle of the room and not move anymore, and I saw her walking around and lighting the lamps one by one with the flames from the lantern.

All of a sudden, the surroundings lit up.

At the same time, the barking of the dog just now also stopped.

In the middle of the hall, there is a large round table with a marble surface surrounded by a solid wood frame.

The stools around it are also round.

Reaching out and gently stroking the countertop, the smooth countertop feels very cold.

At this moment, a cold wind blew, and someone called me behind me: "Tang Xiaofan, it's not early, don't run anywhere, sit down and eat......"

When I turned around, I saw a woman in her fifties.

She was the woman who sat in the high hall at the wedding of the big that day.

Today, she is no longer wearing the white plain clothes.

Instead, it was a purple dress, and the embroidery on it looked very delicate, and the fabric was also silk, which was not a bargain at first glance.

As she spoke, the woman walked over to the dining table: "Tang Xiaofan, looking at your appearance, you must be hungry, eat something first, and when you are full, you can do something else." ”

Tang Xiaofan?

How does she know my name?

I remember that she used to call me - Tang Ningning.

I don't know who "Tang Ningning" is, but judging from this surname, it should also be from our Tang family. And now, she calls me "Tang Xiaofan", what's going on?

I didn't have to think about it, and the woman sat down.

She pointed to the seat next to her: "Tang Xiaofan, come, sit down, the kitchen is about to be served." ”

I tried to step back, but a pair of hands held me down on my shoulders.

Standing behind him was the woman just now.

I saw her leaning close to my ear: "Madame has spoken, you can sit down and eat." Today's meal was made by the new chef, how about you taste it......"

So saying, she pushed me to the table, pushed me down, and I sat down next to Madame.

Seeing that I had sat down, Madame seemed satisfied.

She looked left and right, as if she felt that something was missing.

Madame half-raised her head and asked the woman standing behind me, "Where is Maomao?" ”

The woman said, "The little master has been playing all afternoon, and he just fell asleep. As she spoke, she paused: "Why don't I go and wake him up?" ”

As she spoke, the woman turned and was about to leave.

"No need!"

Madame called her: "Since Maomao has slept well, let him rest well, the meal is here, let's eat first." ”

The woman snorted and stood aside without saying anything.

At this moment, another man in his fifties came up from behind.

The man was wearing a long robe, and judging by his appearance, he should also be a subordinate.

He walked to the table and asked respectfully, "Madam, can you have dinner?" ”

After receiving the signal, the man walked down.

After a while, he reappeared, followed by several servants, carrying large plates, and putting the dishes on the table one by one.

Soon, the large round table was filled with all kinds of dishes.

The dishes, in terms of color and presentation, were very tempting, but at the moment, I couldn't smell the slightest taste.

I don't think it's my nose problem.

At the table, there were only two people, my wife and me.

The amount of dishes on this table is enough for more than a dozen people.

The man and the woman stood behind us, and I saw the lady pick up the chopsticks with a calm expression and put a piece of braised pork in my bowl: "Today is clean, just the two of us for dinner, how about tasting this braised pork?" ”

I let out a sigh and picked up my chopsticks.

Instead of eating, I stared at Madame, observing her reaction.

Madame gave herself a piece of eggplant.

Looking at the color, and the pickled pepper segment on it, it should be fish-flavored eggplant.

Although this dish is a home-cooked dish, it is a great test of the chef's skills.

The eggplant made by ordinary people is heavy on oil and spicy.

Although it tastes very good, after eating, my mouth is very greasy, and I don't get tired of drinking a lot of tea.

Some people just have too much oil, boil it in plain water and then burn it, so that the eggplant tastes too much water, and the taste will be much worse.

And now this eggplant on the table has been very successful.

Around it, although it is also wrapped in a layer of oil.

But the oil and water did not drip down.

They not only lock in the fibers in the eggplant well, so that the eggplant will soften without being too watery.

It seems that this chef should have two brushes.

When I saw Madame take a bite of the eggplant, she immediately raised her eyelids and seemed to be pleased with the taste of the dish. Then she looked at the man on the side:

"Steward Zhou, this eggplant is really good!"

"Really?"

Hearing this, Steward Zhou seemed to be burdened.

He hurriedly stepped forward and sandwiched another piece of pork ribs for his wife: "Madam, can you taste this garlic pork rib again?" ”

The woman nodded, and she looked at the ribs in the dish, small pieces, with yellow and crispy skins, which must have been fried in hot oil several times.

Finely chopped garlic granules, fried in hot oil until golden brown.

Dip on the ribs and make a nice garnish.

After taking a bite, the skin was really crispy, wrapped in that thin layer of flour, which did not cover the aroma of the meat. Instead, it makes it more flavorful.

Madame ate the ribs and exclaimed again.

"Steward Zhou, the cook you invited is really good. Last time you said that she was the daughter of the chef in the palace's imperial dining room, it seems that she has indeed inherited her father's mantle. ”

As she spoke, her approving Steward Chong Zhou nodded: "This time, I should give you a credit!" Raise your monthly money a little! ”

Steward Zhou hurriedly thanked him.

Madame smiled, took out her handkerchief and wiped her mouth.

Immediately, she suddenly looked at me and found the braised pork in my bowl, which was not moving.

So she said, "Tang Xiaofan, why don't you eat?" ”