Chapter 121: The Wind and the Clouds

Everyone either took a sip of tea, or drank it directly, each with its own variety.

After a long time, Li Fuxiang opened his cloudy eyes, looked satisfied, and sighed softly: "Good tea, the entrance is fresh, the mouth is fragrant, the aftertaste is eternal, like a continuous stream, endless, it is really good tea." ”

Huang Jianguo also shook his head and commented: "Good tea, good tea, Xiao Zheng, why are you so stingy, such a good tea, you let the old man drink such a small cup, hurry up and bring a big bowl, it's really not enjoyable." ”

Everyone was finished for it, and Huang Jingyi couldn't laugh or cry.

Fang Siya giggled happily: "Grandpa, tea is good tea, but you can drink it like this, but it's a cow chewing peonies, it's really a waste." ”

Huang Jianguo pretended to glare angrily, and scolded with a smile: "The middle school of women is not staying, and before she goes out, she will lose her grandfather's face in front of others." ”

Fang Siya said shyly: "Grandpa, did you say that about your granddaughter?"

was turned over by Huang Jianguo's gag, and the ethereal artistic conception just now was completely destroyed, Li Fuxiang could only glare at Huang Jianguo, and shook his head helplessly: "You are a big old man, you are so old, you still can't change this broken temper." ”

The crowd laughed.

At this time, Xiao Qi, who made a cameo appearance in the running hall, put the dishes for everyone to set up, and then came out with a ceramic pot.

Zheng Zheng opened the ceramic pot, and a thick smell of medicinal fragrance permeated everywhere.

The crowd made almost the same action, which was to take a deep breath.

Zheng Zheng carefully spooned the soup to everyone, and explained in detail: "A bowl of soup before a meal is better than a good prescription, the stomach is not injured, and it is slim and healthy." Drinking soup before meals is actually not the patent of Guangzhou people, and many places in southern China have such a custom. My soup is rare in the world. It is made of pure wild elk bones, using dozens of medicinal materials such as Ganoderma lucidum, summer grass, wolfberry, spring clover and so on, first boiled in Mengwen, and then simmered for eight hours to make the medicinal properties into the soup, and then supplemented by various natural materials, and finally formed this pot of elk soup. This soup tastes fragrant and nourishing, but the entrance is light and not greasy, it can strengthen the body and bones, nourish the essence and hide the spirit, especially like Grandpa Li and Grandpa Huang, you can drink more, not only can replenish calcium, but also improve your bone density. ”

Everyone saw that Zheng Zheng blew this pot of soup into the sky and the earth, miraculously, although they were a little suspicious in their hearts, but they were more eager to try their expressions. But Li Fuxiang, the highest-ranking person in the field, did not make a move, and no one dared to mess around.

Li Fuxiang picked up the bowl of soup in front of him, lightly scooped two spoonfuls, and saw that everyone's eyes were staring at him, and he couldn't help but chuckle twice and said, "Let's come together." ”

Then everyone picked up the bowl and tasted it carefully.

Huang Jianguo first tasted it shallowly, his eyes suddenly brightened, and then he didn't care about the heat at all, tilted his neck, and drank it all. With two simmers in his mouth, he immediately handed the bowl to Zheng Zheng and shouted: "Boy, this soup tastes so fresh and sweet, why don't you give me another bowl soon." ”

Li Fuxiang tasted it lightly, and his forehead was undetectable.

Zhong Cheng couldn't help but finish the soup in the bowl, put it on the table, and said in amazement: "Good soup, good soup." I have drunk the so-called famous soup before, and compared with Xiao Zheng's pot of elk soup, it is really different. ”

Zheng Zheng saw everyone's expressions, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. In fact, he doesn't have any bottom at all, and the work of making soup and stir-frying vegetables is not very expert, but is completed by his parents. In the past, when I was a child, my parents used to open a small restaurant in Tengjiao Town, and although the craftsmanship cannot be regarded as top-notch, it can also be summarized into a good rank.

This time it's just the old tricks, the new ingredients, it's not how good the parents are, it's just that the things are good.

He saw that everyone was extremely satisfied with the soup, Zheng Zheng's confidence was greatly increased, and then various Tujia dishes such as braised brook fish, stir-fried snow vegetables, pot stewed hare, charcoal-grilled pheasant, bamboo shoots and fungus and so on were served one by one.

Zheng Zheng pointed to the charcoal-grilled pheasant, confident and calm: "This flavor is very unique, the taste is first-class, fragrant, crispy, crispy, tender, except for the two old grandfathers to eat a little less, everyone can taste more." ”

"This pot stewed hare has the effect of nourishing the stomach and spleen, which is good for everyone. ”

"The mountains and rivers here are pure and pollution-free, so the fish that come out of the stream do not have a little earthy smell, and it is pure wild, and the fish meat is rich in minerals, such as iron, phosphorus, calcium, etc.; the liver of the fish contains a lot of vitamin A and vitamin D, which has the effect of lowering cholesterol and preventing cardiovascular and cerebrovascular diseases, so you can eat more. ”

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The appetite of the crowd was so great that the chopsticks almost never stopped, and they fully responded to Xi Jinping's liquidation action and ate everything like a storm. Before it was over, Fang Siya leaned back on the chair, kept touching her little belly, felt round, and couldn't help crying and said with a sad face: "Zheng Zheng, I was miserable by you, I want to gain weight in a rhythm." ”

Zheng Zheng smiled dumbly, he said seriously: "Don't worry, my meal is not for nothing, especially the bowl of soup before the meal, but it has the effect of slimming and tightening the skin." ”

"Wow. Fang Siya jumped up and said happily: "Then come and eat more if you have nothing to do, you are not allowed to refuse." ”

Zheng Zheng smiled and nodded, "No problem." ”

After eating, everyone was a little sleepy, so Zheng Zheng asked them to go back to their room to rest for a while.

Only Zhong Cheng gave him a look, Zheng Zheng understood, settled everyone, and entered his room.

Wang Xiaoxiao was tidying up his salute, and when he saw Zheng Zheng coming in, he hurriedly said hello, and then closed the door.

Zhong Cheng leaned on the windowsill and smoked, his eyes looked at the distant lakes and mountains, his face, which had been tense and tight, was slightly relaxed, and he was in a good mood depending on the situation. When he saw Zheng Zheng come in, he took out his cigarette butt, motioned to sit on the chair next to him, and then sighed: "Xiao Zheng, I haven't thanked you for what happened last time." I didn't think you would have such ability at your young age, this Wenhu villa is very good, very distinctive, not to mention food and accommodation, the air is very good, the environment is also very elegant, come here to live, the whole person is refreshed a lot. ”

Zheng Zheng sat down, looked at him with a sighing expression, and comforted: "Uncle Zhong, although it is the first time we have met, we have been friends for a long time. We don't need to say more polite words, in short, you can come and live more when you are free. The doors here are open for you at any time. ”

Zhong Cheng had a smile on his face, but it was a little far-fetched, he also sat down, groaned, and said slowly: "I already know about your Aunt Wang." ”

Zheng Zheng's face became solemn, and Yan asked solemnly: "Uncle Zhong, I want to know the ins and outs of this matter." ”

Zhong Cheng nodded, involuntarily took out another cigarette and lit it, the smoke surrounded his face, and gradually fell into memory contemplation, as he began to say: "That is something that still bothers me. ”