Chapter 168: Who Talks About the Past, The Sound of Cicadas as a Child
People who are floating out of the dust must have a bit of fairy wind bones. It seems that he is still a very image-conscious person.
Rong Yu saw the two of them coming, so he took the initiative to step forward. But Zhang Desheng consciously took a step back. This person is old and sophisticated, and naturally knows that Rong Yu must step forward to meet him before him.
"Luck, luck!" The thin middle-aged man grabbed Rong Yu's hand, "Brother Yichen didn't just praise you once in front of me. I've always admired it in my heart and wanted to see each other, but no, I'll see you today. β
Brother Yichen?
Rong Yu was a little stunned, and looked at He Zai.
He Zai smiled awkwardly at Rong Yu and whispered: "Word, Yichen." β
Rong Yu nodded and smiled, sure enough, he is an elegant person, but he is not a vassal and elegant, so he has to continue to look at it.
"Mr. Guan is good, fortunately!" Rong Yu responded.
"What Mr. Guan, it's called Zhongyuan. It sounds so kind. β
"Mr. Zhongyuan, I might as well be respectful." Rong Yu is as good as a stream.
"Lao Zhang! Mr. Zhang Desheng! When Guan Youxun saw Zhang Desheng, he took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said with a smile, "Listen to Yichen, Lao Zhang, you are also a lover, and you can be regarded as seeing each other today." I'm very happy, let's take a walk and go in and have tea together! β
Originally, he was a guest, but he became the host, naturally, as if this was his villa.
So he took the lead and walked to the lobby and sat down on the sofa very casually. At this time, the three nannies hurriedly poured tea and put a cup in front of one of them.
Guan Youxun took it and looked at it, took another sip, and complained to He Zai: "It's rare for me to come to your place, so you use this kind of tea to entertain me?" β
He Zai said: "Don't blame me, we all look at Brother Rong today." β
Rong Yu said: "I am not very proficient in the tea ceremony. But I feel that drinking tea is the same as cooking. Eating is emotional, so three or five friends, shoddy village wine, like-minded, can also drink quickly. β
"Sure enough...... Haha, sure enough...... Got it! β
Guan Youxun looked at He Zailai, laughed, and nodded at Rong Yu in praise.
"Insightful!" Guan Youxun said, "No wonder Brother Yichen said that after seeing my brother, it is difficult to have a master in his eyes." This tea, drinking is actually an emotion, I agree. β
"Yes, yes, that's the reason, everyone is in a good mood today. The taste of the tea is also good. β
Zhang Desheng interjected at this moment.
Guan Youxun smiled and pointed at him.
Zhang Desheng immediately said: "I think when I started my business, I spent more than ten yuan a night in the hotel Chase Shop, sleeping in it with various smells, which can smoke people to death, but it is a good sleep." At that time, a bowl of somen noodles for a few cents could make me happy to eat, and I thought it was the most delicious thing. The most memorable thing is a steamed bun shop at the east gate of Xingsha City, the steamed bun is big, and there is a lot of meat in it. It's a pity that I can't find it anymore when I go again. It's a pity ......"
Speaking of which, I clicked my mouth and regretted it.
Guan Youxun laughed, turned his head to look at He Zailai, and said, "Sure enough, your friends are so interesting." He turned his head to look at Zhang Desheng again.
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"But what you said is in my heart. When I was a child, who hasn't eaten a small snack in the old capital? If nothing else, just the old soda, we can be hungry, and we follow the crooked old man who pushes a bicycle and sells soda. Just for who has the money to buy it, and then everyone you take a bite and I take a bite, and share that taste...... Tut-tut, it's really hard to forget in this life! β
"Haha, yes, yes, yes!" He Zailai also nodded and laughed again and again, "I remember eating donkey rolling once, and I was particularly impressed." I thought there was no such delicious dim sum in the world. β
Speaking of this, Guan Youxun looked at Rong Yu again and said with a smile: "It seems that I am still hypocritical!" It's been a little better, and I've forgotten my roots. On weekdays, drinking tea is not a treasure, eating is not a delicacy, wearing clothes is not a dust, and even making friends is afraid that it cannot be mutually beneficial. β
"To be able to analyze myself like this, there are few people who can match Mr. Zhongyuan's temperament!"
Rong Yu hurriedly made up a sentence.
It doesn't matter what you say, but make sure you make him feel good.
"Just say this to you, don't Mr. Zhongyuan, like Lao He, call me Lao Guan. We're also a little tired of holding this shelf, Lao He, brother, Lao Zhang, so casual and kind. β
When Zhang Desheng heard this, he already laughed in his heart.
Mr. Guan - Mr. Zhong Yuan - Lao Guan.
Don't look at the change in just three titles, but this is basically the person who has recognized Rong Yu, and feels that he can be qualified to serve with him. But to become a friend like Lao Guan, these two sentences alone are not enough.
secretly glanced at Rong Yu, and was still a little convinced. This young man, this temperament, this vision to understand people's hearts, is really rare among young people.
What he didn't know was that Rong Yu was not twenty-seven or eighteen years old, the soul in this body, two lives, and many people who were incomprehensible in their previous lives, had suddenly become enlightened, and the difference in mood naturally brought different abilities.
Rong Yu really said directly: "Lao Guan, Lao He, Lao Zhang, the three of you will chat first, tonight, prepare some home-cooked food, and chat while eating at that time." β
"Good home cooking!" When Guan Youxun heard this, he immediately nodded.
In terms of eating, Guan Youxun has not eaten any delicacies from the mountains and seas?
Just now, Jing Rongyu brought the topic to the one that did not forget the original intention of childhood, and naturally I miss the old home-cooked taste in the past, and the emotions have come up, and home-cooked food will definitely become the best hospitality dish.
"It's hard work!" He Zai also bowed his hand to Rong Yu.
Rong Yu got up and went into the kitchen.
Lao Zhang sighed: "It's because of his mouth that I threw a lot of unjust money in his private restaurant." The point is that I still feel like I'm a thief in my spending. β
When He Zai heard this, he laughed and said to Zhang Desheng: "Speaking of which, the acquaintance between me and Brother Rong was also brought by Lao Zhang, and the first time I went, it made me feel different from other chefs." β
Guan Youxun asked, "How is it a willing law?" β
Zhang Desheng sighed: "Don't say anything else, the last time I went with Lao He, it was winter, and I had a plum blossom banquet for Lao He and me." I can't talk about those elegant ones, let Lao He say it! "After collecting the money, it's time to contribute.
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Guan Youxun looked at He Zai again.
He Zailai then took over the conversation and said: "I can't describe anything, that is, there are moonlight cheongsam beauties, plum blossoms and ponds, poetry and rhyme, and delicious plum blossoms." That's what I can say, it's hard to describe, and when I go to the plum blossom banquet one day, you'll be able to see it. β
Guan Youxun yearned: "Just a few words from you can make my heart yearn for it, no plum blossom banquet, lotus banquet is fine!" β
Zhang Desheng smiled: "I'm afraid I can't eat the plum blossom banquet." It is estimated that the place will be relocated in the second half of the year. However, when the time comes, it is not impossible to transplant a few plum blossoms and set up a table of plum blossom feasts. β
"It's a pity. Transplanting in the past, the craftsmanship is too heavy! Guan Youxun sighed regretfully.
"Not really!" Zhang Desheng also sighed.
At this time, the atmosphere must be in place, so that Guan Youxun will have a sense of expectation and regret, until Rong Yu will make up for this regret when he serves the food.
When the time comes, the satisfied Guan Youxun may be a good result for himself.
The three of them sat in the lobby and chatted, at this time, the summer cicadas, one or two leisurely, the long sound, through the weeping willow branches, with the breeze, fell into the lobby, and also fell into the heart.
He Zailai first sighed: "It's getting hot, and this cicada is starting to be annoying." When I was a kid, I caught this thing, and our favorite thing was to look for cicadas all over the place, sell them in the pharmacy, and get a few cents, and buy a popsicle. Old popsicles! β
Guan Youxun also nodded: "Now the child, really...... I don't even want to say it, how can we be happy at that time. Although the food, clothing and play are very simple, and some things are still made by ourselves, we are really happy. β
While chatting, a nanny went up to the dining room with a plate of covered dishes.
All three saw it.
He Zai got up and said, "I'll take a look!" β
"I'll check it out too." Guan Youxun also immediately followed and stood up.
Zhang Desheng also stood up with a smile and walked towards the kitchen with the two of them.
The kitchen is large and can fully accommodate several people to cook together. But there is only one cook now, and that is Rong Yu. After passing the apron and wearing the hat, he really has the state of a master.
"Shredded pork with Kyoto sauce, haha...... One of my favorite dishes. He Zai came to see the dish that Rong Yu was cooking up, and couldn't help laughing, "Shredded pork with Beijing sauce, Lao Guan, do you like it?" β
"My family doesn't call it Jing sauce, it's called fried meat with sauce." Guan Youxun nodded again and again, "That's the taste." Smell and smell, this smell is really right, the taste of childhood. β
"Haha, it's okay to have this sentence." He Zai said, "The taste of childhood, which sentence can compare to the praise of this sentence." Just wait to see how it tastes. β
Rong Yu put the pot away and watched the three of them huddle in the kitchen.
"Brothers, do you want to ...... Going outside and waiting? Interfere with my cooking, it won't taste good when the time comes, don't blame me! β
Guan Youxun nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, chefs don't like to be stared at when they are stir-frying, okay, we are waiting for you outside." β
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Guan Youxun was the first to leave, and before He Yalai turned around, he pointed at Rong Yu and blinked.
If you don't have a bit of personality, you really don't deserve the identity of a master chef. A pretentious and elegant person like Guan Youxun eats this set. The more personality it is, the more it feels flavorful and connotative.
The high-end atmosphere is on the grade, and it all depends on the end.
The three of them no longer sat in the lobby, but sat at the round table in the dining room, watching the dishes come up one by one. Smelling, familiar and greedy.
Coupled with the nostalgia for my childhood that I just showed, I was full of anticipation for the dishes that were put on the table.
Reminiscing about the feeling of childhood, whether it is Guan Youxun or He Zailai, it is a rare emotion. Because this person's age is growing step by step, especially in the business field, he will miss the innocence and simple happiness of his childhood very much, and he will often talk about it.
"What kind of wine?" He Zai came to ask Guan Youxun.
Guan Youxun looked at He Zai and Zhang Desheng, and did not answer immediately, but said: "What kind of wine to drink, doesn't it have to depend on the chef?" What dishes go well with what wine, the chef has the most say. When Brother Rong comes out, we will decide. β
"That's fine!" Zhang Desheng nodded and patted his chest, "No matter what kind of wine, as long as you order it, I'll get it right away." β
As he was talking, as the eighth dish was served, Rong Yu also wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen.
Then he looked at the three of them and said with a smile: "Home-cooked food, home-cooked taste, how can you have less wine?" β
"Waiting for you to pair the wine!"
The three of them said this almost in unison. As if they had made an appointment, they looked at each other again and laughed.