Zhou Xingxing carefully patted and kneaded the tender, juicy and flavorful beef in his hand, as if he was doing the best Thai massage for that piece of beef. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Do you see it all clearly?" Zhou Xingxing demonstrated, then wiped his hands, and said to the dozen or so students in their twenties behind him, "If the steak is to be tender, first of all, you must ensure that the palm of the hand has a temperature, but the temperature should not be too high, the palm is too cold, it is difficult to make the beef taste, and if the temperature is too high, the meat will be easy to age." Secondly, the grasp of strength is crucial—"

"The vast end of the world is my love, and the flowers are bloom......ing at the foot of the green mountains" A mobile phone ringtone interrupted Zhou Xingxing's explanation, Zhou Xingxing calmly took out his mobile phone, and saw that the mobile phone displayed was his neighbor's mobile phone number, Zhou Xingxing suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, he took a deep breath, and his voice was as soft as possible, "Brother Wang, is it my dad he-"

"Your dad told you to come back quickly. There was helplessness in the voice over there, "I saw that the old man looked much better today, and he made a table of dishes, I looked very well, so don't worry too much." ”

"Okay, Brother Wang, you talk to my dad, and I'll go back immediately. Zhou Xingxing hung up the phone, hurriedly said to his boss, and drove home.

As soon as he arrived home, Zhou Xingxing breathed a sigh of relief.

I saw an old man sitting in front of the round table in the living room with a straight body and a ruddy face, and on the round table, there were three dishes and one soup at the moment, three dishes, namely braised lion's head, plum cabbage button meat and squirrel fish, and a soup was stewed turtle.

"Xingxing, you're back!" The old man's eyes were sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear, his eyes focused on Zhou Xingxing's face, but his nose sniffed the air gently, "Bring back a smell of beef, this meat is good meat, but your approach is too rough!"

Zhou Xingxing served the old man a meal, respectfully placed it in front of the old man, and served the old man a bowl of soup, and then it was his turn to serve himself a meal.

"You say that this Western devil's approach is so tyrannical, as a descendant of my Zhou family, you have the secret of my court cooking, what kind of cow-cow is it?" The old man was obviously angry.

"Dad, it's a steak. ”

"Hmph, no matter what it is, can it be called cooking if you roast it over a fire? It's a pity that it's so good beef. The old man drank a mouthful of soft-shelled turtle soup in the bowl, but his spirit was sluggish again, the time of this old turtle pot is still too short, there is no old chicken soup to improve the freshness, after all, it is not the taste in memory.

The two finished eating silently, and Zhou Xingxing helped the old man to sit down in the house.

"Xingxing, you can send me back to my hometown! Your father and I don't have a few days to live, so I want to take advantage of the fact that I can still move, and then sit at a table full of Han people for your mother. The old man took a deep breath, which was a little deep, but it was slow to breathe.

"Dad!" Zhou Xingxing's eyes were red, but he shook his head, "I can't go back, there are the best medical equipment here, there are the best hospitals, in case ...... If you have anything, this is the only place to ......."

"What can I do? dragging my old life to moan in bed for two more days?" said the old man, "Xingxing, every year on your mother's birthday, no matter what I was doing, I would put down what I was doing and prepare a table full of men for her!

Zhou Xingxing was silent.

"This three-bedroom place is too small, there is no yard, no iron pot, no firewood and blast, I can't use it!" The old man faintly felt in his heart that his complexion suddenly improved today, so he might as well return to the light!" "Star, if you—"

"Okay!" Zhou Xingxing closed his eyes, "Okay, you have a good night's rest today, I will pack my things, and I will take you back to my hometown tomorrow." ”

Sleepless nights. When Zhou Xingxing knocked on the door of the old man's room with a full red bloodshot, he didn't get the slightest response.

......

For three days, the white sails on the courtyard of the Zhou family's ancestral house were still hanging, but the people who came and went to worship had already left.

Zhou Xingxing's body was shaky, and after everything was finally quiet, Zhou Xingxing, who had endured not shed a tear for three days, could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes.

From now on, he Zhou Xingxing will be alone.

After a deep night's sleep, Zhou Xingxing began to prepare all kinds of materials, and he wanted to strive to prepare a table of Manchu and Han all on the day of the old man's first seven!

In the courtyard, there are three long tables connected together, and on the long tables, various vegetables, meats, and spices are piled up.

In the corner of the courtyard, there are three cauldrons of different shades, the cauldron is connected to the firewood stove, and there are two iron pots for liquefied gas next to them, in addition to these five pots, there is also a honeycomb coal stove that is always burning, and on the stove is an old soup that has been hanging on the fire for 20 years.

Zhou Xingxing worshiped the ancestors of the Zhou family, and then took out a long box about half a zhang long from the drawer of the table under the tablet.

When the box was opened, the first thing you saw was a spoon! A black and shiny spoon made of unknown materials! This was the heirloom of their Zhou family! It was rumored that it had been used for hundreds of thousands of years and had cooked countless delicacies!

This spoon was dragged by a bright yellow silk cloth, and it looked a little old, and Zhou Xingxing, who had long been accustomed to making a cauldron, picked up this black spoon with a little effort!

"One spoonful can cook tens of millions of dishes, and the delicacies are delicious in the Zhou family. Zhou Xingxing held a yellowed cookbook in his hand, once upon a time, the old man taught him to understand this cookbook word by word, once upon a time, he couldn't even pick up the world's first spoonful.

Four days passed in a flash, Zhou Xingxing sweated like rain in front of the stove, one by one the shaped dishes were cooked out of the pot, and the incomparably delicious smell spread throughout the town along the breeze!

Zhou Xingxing's big spoon was waving faster and faster, he was sweating like rain, his arms were already weak, and he was only supporting him with a will, "It's too slow! It's still too slow! The speed of stir-frying is not enough at all!"

Four fresh fruits, four dried fruits, four kan fruits, and four flavors of candied fruit have already been prepared; the cold dishes have been properly prepared, and more than a dozen hot dishes have been made, but the more they do it, the more Zhou Xingxing feels a little overwhelmed, "I can't make up the delicacies of the mountains and wild meat! Now I can't even keep up with my physical strength?"

Just when Zhou Xingxing raised the big spoon and stir-fried again!

"Boom-" There was a thunderclap on the ground! A dazzling lightning bolt struck Zhou Xingxing!