This was the first time Huang Liang had eaten with the young master of the Wolf family, and before that, he had eaten alone under the arrangement of the servants.

I originally thought that they would sit at the opposite end of a long dining table facing each other, eating carefully prepared Western dim sum, but I didn't expect that there was a table of eight immortals in the restaurant, and there were exquisite plates on the table, seven or eight dishes, all of which were very authentic Chinese food.

As soon as Huang Liang walked in, he smelled a long-lost fragrance. He concluded that this must have been made by an authentic Huaiyang chef.

I haven't smelled such a pure fragrance for many years!

Whether it is Amsterdam or Los Angeles, there are many Chinese restaurants, and there is no shortage of good chefs, but those restaurants opened in the Western world, more or less influenced by Western food, with the imprint of Western culture, there is always a smell of cream, cheese and Western barbecue outside the store, except for some heavy dishes can still eat some authentic Chinese flavors, those delicate and light, need to be savored dishes have basically changed taste.

The fragrance almost made the sorghum drool, and it also evoked a lot of memories for him.

He remembered drinking with Lao Yu in a small restaurant in Wuzhong, where such a fragrance also wafted from the restaurant. Lao Yu said half-drunk and half-awake, eldest nephew, don't call me uncle in the future, call me Lao Yu. As soon as you call me uncle, I want to cry.

He remembered that when he was a child, he had done well in the exam, and his mother had slaughtered the old hen of the family and stewed a pot of soup, and there was a thick layer of golden oil floating on the soup noodles, and the fragrance could float out for eighteen miles. My sister was greedy and rushed to drink, but she burned her mouthful. My mother blamed my sister, saying that this is for your brother's body, and your brother is good at reading and wants to go to college. My sister pouted and said that I can also study, and I will also go to university, and I will study better than my brother in the future.

At that time, my sister was a little stupid, stupid and cute. In the summer, my mother pickled all the duck eggs at home into salted duck eggs, and gave one to the brothers and sisters in the morning, which was the only meat that could be eaten in a day. Niang's knife skills are very powerful, and as soon as the knife goes down, the duck egg is neatly cut in half. My sister picked between the two halves of duck eggs, and wanted to pick a big one, but she couldn't pick it well. She fluttered her big eyes and asked, brother, brother, which one is bigger? The elder brother mischievously pointed to the little one and said, "This is the big one."

Seeing his sister happily eating the small ones as big ones, he shook his head and said in his heart that you are so stupid, where can you be admitted to college!

Later, my sister went to school, and she was surprisingly good at reading, and she was even better than her brother. But every time I divide the salted duck eggs, my sister still can't tell the size, so I want to ask my brother. When her brother had turned the small ones into big ones, she went and ate them with joy. When my brother gave her the big finger, she wrinkled her nose and said, "Brother, you lied to me!" Then he giggled and took the small one away.

Much later, my sister was gone. His mother told him that his sister knew which half of the salted duck eggs were big and which half was small, and she always gave the big ones to her brother to eat, and she said that her brother was a boy and had to grow his strength.

When he came home after graduating from college, his mother stewed another chicken, and that was the last time he smelled the chicken soup in his hometown. But his sister is gone. He wept at his sister's grave for the night, took a knife, split a basket of salted duck eggs one by one, pointed to the big half, and said, "Sister, this is big, you can eat it."

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Huang Liang stood silently in front of the table of the Eight Immortals, looking at the wine and dishes on the table. For some reason, his eyes suddenly moistened, and there was something strange crawling inside him like an ant.

He reached out and touched his waist, feeling that there were two superfluous things there. At least one of them, it should have been on her sister. He imagined that the two waists were placed on the table, and his sister picked them up, saying Brother and brother, which one is bigger?

Maybe God only prepared two waists for them, but my sister didn't ask for any of them, and gave them all to my brother.

Qui Wolf was tall and even a little vicious, but he was elegant and polite, and he showed a gentlemanly demeanor in everything he said and did. He waved his hand for the servants to go out, and then stood quietly and looked at the silent Huangliang, neither urging nor disturbing.

Huang Liang suddenly came back to his senses, and his heart jumped nervously. It's not that he lost his temper in front of Hong Kui, but that he found that he had more and more inexplicable emotions. The abundance of emotions was tormenting him, making him more and more unable to recognize himself. He often indulges in such memories, and the terrible thing is that these memories are painful, but he has a feeling of enjoyment.

He discovers that humans are indeed a strange species, and they like to reminisce about the past—deceased relatives, broken lovers, unreachable friends, unrecognizable glory...... People are obsessed with such memories, and enjoy the pain of memories - pain and happiness, this is probably life!

"I'm sorry, but these dishes remind me of my childhood in my hometown in China." Huangliang does not intend to hide it, and sometimes, honesty is safer than lies.

"Coarse tea and light rice make you smile." Hong Kui smiled at him, pulled out his chair, and made a gesture of please.

The dishes are very delicious, no worse than the chefs of any hotel in Wuzhong, and even from the perspective of Huaiyang cuisine, the taste of these dishes is a little more authentic, because the restaurants in Wuzhong are inevitably a little sweet, and authentic Huaiyang cuisine is by no means sweet. Sure enough, rich families are different, and they can eat delicious food all over the world while sitting at home.

At dinner, of course, they talked about old Wolfe's condition. Hong Kui unreservedly talked about their family history and past treatment experiences. Some of them were already known, but there were others, such as the process of letting Aoki be treated in Wuzhong, which he had just learned.

"Why don't you stay in Wuzhong for a while, but are in such a hurry to come back?" Huang Liang asked.

"Something went wrong within the family business and the gang, and when my father learned about the invasion of consciousness from Aoki, he thought that the situation might be much more serious than he thought, so he came back and started to rectify it. In fact, it is fortunate that he came back in time, otherwise the Wolf family's century-old business might have been ruined. ”

Hong Kui said very casually, as if he was telling a story that had nothing to do with him, but Huang Liang could imagine that in a family like theirs, the forces and relationships of all parties were intertwined, and once the disaster broke out, it might not be so easy to rectify it.

"Have you found the parasite?"

"I don't know, we can't be sure who is parasitized."

"Then how do you rectify it, aren't you afraid that there are backbones below who are parasites?"

Hong Kui smiled and said, "The gang has never lacked traitors. The country has its own laws, the family has its own rules, and we have our own set of methods to deal with traitors. Unless all the backbones are parasitized, one or two traitors will not affect the big picture. ”

"So they ended up eyeing your father?"

"I'm afraid they are targeting my father, not only for our family's industry and the gang power in North America, but also for ......"

"And your father's dream, right?"

Hong Kui hesitated for a moment and nodded solemnly.

"Didn't they target you?" Huang Liang looked at Hong Kui seriously, he had to confirm that there was nothing wrong with this person, "You just said that you were chosen as the heir of the family because you also had such a dream. ”

"That's exactly what I wondered about, I waited for them and they didn't come to me." Hong Kui said.

At this moment, Huang Liang's phone rang. He picked it up and looked at it, it was an unfamiliar number. He didn't have any friends in Vancouver, and the only one he knew, Professor Dickinson, never called him. He immediately realized that it might be the organization that had contacted him.

Hong Kui stood up playfully and said, "I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Huang Liang picked up the phone, and a processed voice came from inside: "The second leader wants to see you......"