Three side dishes and a plate of freshly boiled dumplings are all Wu Guoliang's favorite food. When a casserole stewed meat was served, Wu Guoliang showed the magic of intoxication.

Zhang Hua sat down stiffly, a little unable to let go of his hands and feet.

Wu Guoliang glanced at him, stuffed the chopsticks into his hand, and glared: "You didn't recognize life like this before! Didn't you come straight to me to grab the food?"

Zhang Hua's face was so red that he was about to drip blood, and he said again and again, "Isn't that young and ignorant......

Yu Jian said at the right time: "Master Zhang, you're welcome."

"What is Master Zhang, just call him Uncle Hua!"

After speaking, Wu Guoliang didn't care about him, and couldn't wait to lift the lid of the casserole, and the hot air mixed with the aroma of wine came to his nose, which made him instantly relish.

The stewed meat is simmered alternately in Wen and Wu, the color is golden, and the sweetness of the fragrance mixed with sugar constantly stimulates Wu Guoliang's nerves.

With a large hand, the tip of the chopsticks runs straight through the middle of the meat, bringing out the red and oily sauce. After roasting, the pork has a burnt aroma, and then after stewing, it is even more crispy and mellow.

One bite down, the taste is sweet and fragrant, the lean meat is soft and rotten, the fat meat is crisp and tender, the meat skin is full of gelatinous powder, and the mellow fragrance is thick.

There is also a strong aroma of wine in the aftertaste, and there is no trace of wine at all.

"Yes, that's good!" Wu Guoliang admired, and then ate another piece.

Zhang Hua is also tasting this braised meat with a hundred flowers wine. He has also eaten a lot of dishes in the Jiangnan area, which is another traditional famous dish, and he has naturally tasted it. It's just that such an excellent flavor can't be cooked for decades, so he can't help but face up to the little girl Yu Jian again.

He also heard about the red case competition, which was somewhat legendary and made people feel ...... It's ridiculous. But Liu Chenggao later told him that several masters of the red case were criticized a lot, but they were afraid that they would not be able to take on the big responsibility. He also spoke highly of Yu Jian, a little girl, so he also remembered it.

As soon as this dish came out now, he was frightened at the same time, and he also secretly reminded himself that he was afraid that he was really underestimating.

glanced at Wu Guoliang's intimacy and affection for Yu Jian in his expression, and his eyes couldn't help but deepen.

In his concept, Wu Guoliang's vision has never been wrong.

Between Aiwu and Wu, his attitude towards Yu Jian has also undergone a qualitative change, and he has become a little sincere.

"How? Jane's cooking is delicious!" Wu Guoliang saw Zhang Hua stunned there, showing off quite proudly.

Zhang Hua nodded sincerely, "It's like a taste made by an experienced chef, fat but not greasy."

He also pointed to a few home-cooked side dishes: "Don't look at the ordinary dishes, there are a lot of thoughts in them. The shredded gourd is marinated in mustard, crispy with a hint of heat; The fish fillet tastes much more tender than the regular one......

Yu Jian couldn't bear it anymore: "Uncle Hua is really an expert."

Wu Guoliang was still struggling with the stewed meat of Baihua wine, and said vaguely: "I have been eating ...... since I was a child" and poked his heart again.

……

After the meal was full, there was a pot of hot tea, and the two leaned comfortably on the sofa, and a yellow dog lazily flicked its tail and kept hitting Wu Guoliang's leg.

Zhang Hua looked at the back of the little girl busy in the kitchen and was envious.

"In a few years, your children will be like this." Wu Guoliang said leisurely, what are you envious of, he doesn't have any children himself.

mentioned the two demon kings in the family, Zhang Hua had a headache: "Don't worry, I will be happy if they don't cause trouble, and you still expect them to inherit the mantle?" There aren't many young people who want to go into the kitchen now......

"Didn't you look down on Ah Jian at first?" Wu Guoliang asked sharply, don't look at him and take care of eating, but he didn't miss the change of expression on Zhang Hua's face, and after a meal, it was obvious that this attitude had changed.

was pierced by him, Zhang Hua didn't hide it, but felt a little embarrassed: "Female doll......

Wu Guoliang jumped up, pointed at his nose and scolded: "Okay, you Zhang Hua, you haven't grown much over the years, and you have learned to discriminate against women?!" What happened to the female doll? Didn't you come out of your mother's belly?"

Zhang Hua anxiously wanted to hold him, and waved his hand again and again: "Don't shout, don't shout, didn't I admit my mistake!" Pointing in the direction of the kitchen, "Don't let Yu Yatou hear!"

Wu Guoliang regained his momentum at this time, and glared at him angrily: "It's good to hear it, if you look down on the female doll again, don't come to me in the future!" I'm living in the territory of the rest of their families now, so beware of people attacking you......

Zhang Hua said yes again and again, touched the sweat on his forehead, and let out a small breath.

I wanted to mention the matter of their martial arts family again, but at this moment, Wu Guoliang was still immersed in anger, and he swallowed back the words that let him come to his lips.

Let's talk about it next time.

When Yu Jian came out, the whole living room was a peaceful picture again, but Rhubarb suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Zhang Hua vaguely, his face was a little unkind.

When Jane sat down on the couch, it shifted its position without a trace, leaning at her feet, and wrapping its long, warm tail around her ankles.

Hmph –

It hears it all.

The man looked down on their little girl.

The account in Rhubarb's heart can be calculated clearly, who is good to it, who is not sincere to it, Men Qing'er! This person came to eat white food and didn't say anything, and dared to say bad things, if it wasn't for the master's face, it would have to make him feel the sinister of society.

A silent yawn, showing the fangs of the old man.

"By the way, Ah Jian," Zhang Hua smiled kindly, "There will be a private banquet in two days, inviting me to take charge of the white case, are you interested in going and seeing?"

Yu Jian's eyes lit up.

Before entering Guanglu Temple in her previous life, she and her master often made banquets for people all over Chang'an City, up to the princess and prime minister's mansion, and down to rural farmers' homes. When there is a busy time, I can run several houses in a day!

"If you want to go, you can go, Huazi's banquet is not an ordinary banquet in the rivers and lakes, and the knowledge is not bad." As soon as his gaze turned to Wu Guoliang, he opened his mouth casually, took a sip of tea, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes, "I think back then, I was also the first brother of the running seat——"

He also has his uncle Wu Shufang, two people with two pots, traveled all over the capital in the sixties of the last century, made steamed buns, noodles and cakes, and estimated that he could turn around the capital twice.

But now, things are not people.

There are only a few three or two people left in the martial arts family.

A helpless sigh overflowed from his mouth, making Zhang Hua's heart tremble, and making Yu Jian's heart sink again.

"Brother Liang...... Have you ever wondered...... Your uncle might still be alive?" Zhang Hua asked cautiously.

Wu Guoliang sneered, feeling that his words were a little ridiculous: "How is it possible? I accompanied him to the hospital for examination of his stomach cancer, and later I also inquired, and he died of illness within two years of my accident, and he was buried in the ancestral grave of the martial family, and the grass on the grave was half a person high......

The determination in his tone made Zhang Hua's heart half cold.

"Wait—"

Wu Guoliang suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and his whole person's momentum changed, and he instantly became serious.

"He's not dead?"