Chapter Twenty-Three: Three Views Are Wrong

Before, the blind man lived with us in the tube building.

He was next door to our house.

As I said before, the main livelihood of the blind man Wang every day is to swindle and cheat.

Sometimes when he closes at night, he will come to my noodle shop to eat something.

Sauerkraut crucian carp is his must-order dish every time.

I am doing this today, mainly because the king is blind.

Normally, there is a difference in taste between the dishes sold by the cook and the dishes he makes for himself.

Although they all use the same ingredients and the same seasonings, there are differences, and no one can tell why, even the chefs of five-star hotels can't escape this strange circle.

I cook this dish exactly the same way as my dad.

But as a chef, I can't taste any different tastes, so I have to ask Wang Gang's opinion.

In addition to fortune-telling and deception, Wang Blind is actually a gourmet.

My dad even said that Wang Gang's tongue is different from that of a normal person. He could taste what was missing or missing in the taste of that dish, and he could clearly state the difference.

And, never missed.

The sauerkraut crucian carp dish is different from other bright red dishes, it is white and yellow, cucumber kimchi is paired together, and the soup base made of old salt water smells sour.

After taking a sip of sour soup, the blind man suddenly raised his eyes and looked at me: "Tang Xiaofan, has your house changed the salt water?" ”

As soon as these words came out, I was shocked.

"You taste the taste has changed?"

"Of course! The old salt water you used to use used to put star anise in it, and it tasted with a slight taste of braised soup, but this soup base is obviously missing this flavor. ”

When I heard this, I felt a little uncertain.

It stands to reason that the kimchi crucian carp made by Chef Zheng's old salt water should taste better than the previous one in my house.

After all, the salt water is indeed fragrant.

But the words of the blind man made my heart beat a drum, this old salt water that Liang Yuan risked his life to rescue from the fire at Grandma Hu's house, if it is not easy to use, then ......

I was in trouble in my heart, and the blind man suddenly came up with this sentence:

"Actually, what kind of star anise is added to the old salt water, I told Tang Sihai a long time ago, let him stop putting those messy things, salt water is salt water, it's very good."

As he spoke, he looked at me: "Tang Xiaofan, the salt water you used is the right one, the sour soup just now went down to my stomach, and I was shocked by the taste!" ”

When I heard this, I hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

The blind man wiped his oily mouth with his hand: "This taste is exactly the same as what I ate in a state-run restaurant more than 20 years ago!" ”

Nonsense, isn't the state-run hotel also the old salt water used by Chef Zheng?

I quickly asked again, "Do you think it tastes good or ......?"

I looked at him as if I were listening to the judgment of fate.

In fact, I am not exaggerating at all when I say this, after all, this chicken noodle shop is now about the fate of three people.

Chen Santi's conditions are quite harsh.

Therefore, the dishes I make, whether they taste good or not, are a matter of life and death.

"Very nice! The sour soup tastes amazing! ”

The blind man looked at me and nodded approvingly.

He added: "It seems that this genetic problem is really very important. Tang Xiaofan, your talent for cooking comes from your father! ”

I smiled and said thank you to Wang Gang.

If it weren't for Chen San's aura in the condiments, this old Tang chicken grocery store would have been unable to do it a long time ago.

And the reason why the sauerkraut crucian carp I made can be recognized by the blind man Wang is the old brine of Chef Zheng, which is indispensable.

Anyway, the blind man Wang is a gourmand who approves of it, so I have the bottom in my heart.

I glanced at Mei Mei again, this little girl's meal is really okay.

The second bowl of rice was almost at the bottom, and she didn't mean to put down the dishes and chopsticks.

Fortunately, in this era, eating something is no longer a big problem. If it had been left in the past, she would have eaten such a large amount of food, and it is estimated that the adopters would have to consider it when they saw it.

I gave her a chopstick and chicken offal, and I said, "Meimei, you eat slowly, there is more rice in the pot." ”

Mei Mei suddenly looked up at me:

"Sister Xiaofan, don't away. Although I eat a lot, but I have a lot of strength, I can help you do a lot of work, don't send me away, let me stay. ”

Her eyes were round and watery.

Seeing her look at me expectantly, I suddenly felt a little unbearable.

But I, Tang Xiaofan, am a woman, but the advantage of my personality is reason. Any sentimental emotion dangling in my head will soon be overturned by reason.

I was about to show affection to her, and explain my current situation again, when Liang Yuan on the side spoke:

"Tang Xiaofan, are you going to sell Meimei?"

His eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

It seems that I am a trafficker who speculates on the sale of children, making that filthy and filthy money, and like a capitalist, there is sin in every pore.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he actually stood up:

"Tang Xiaofan, how can you do this? Mei Mei is pitiful enough, she is only so old, she was sold by her biological parents, and now she is living with you, I originally thought that you would be good to her, but now, for the sake of small profits, you can actually be ruthless......"

Liang Yuan said more and more indignantly, and I didn't want to say a word.

This kid was born with paranoia of victimization.

Eating goodnight, ignoring Liang Yuan, I touched Meimei's head: "You are only five or six years old, you have to study, I can't give you a hukou, but you have to go to the hukou when you study, do you know what the hukou is?" ”

She took a bite of food in her mouth and looked at me blankly.

Seeing that she was very serious, I didn't know why I didn't explain to her what the account was:

"Anyway, if you don't have a hukou, you won't be able to go to school. Find you a good family, you can get a household registration, and you will have a future. ”

"So, what is the future?"

"The future ......" I thought about it: "The future is your future......"

"What is the future?"

This girl has a lot of questions, and my head hurts a little, and I am afraid that she will continue to ask me: "In short, it is related to whether you will live well in the future, whether you will go to the company as a white-collar worker, or sell chicken offal noodles here like me?" ”

I stood up and went to pour some water.

But Mei Mei, who was behind me, answered me with certainty: "Of course, it's selling chicken noodles!" ”

I stumbled and almost didn't fall.

This kid has crooked views.

Looking back, I looked at her full of ambition and was even more sure that I wanted to find a suitable person for her.

Keep dipping in my place, and this kid will be finished.

While drinking water, I made up my mind.

No matter what, I can't let this kid follow me.

Liang Yuan was babbling on the side, constantly condemning me in his words.

I was thinking about meeting Lao Yu later, and I didn't want to argue with him about anything, after getting along for so many days, I found that Liang Yuan's mouth was a bit like a woman.

I can't stop talking about everything, but I don't pretend to be at all in my heart.

At this moment, my mobile phone rang, and when I saw it, it was actually a WeChat message sent to me by my cousin Tang Muzhou, who was far away in the provincial capital:

"Xiaofan, my aunt and grandmother have passed away."