The stone table and bench looked very elegant and beautiful, but when I actually sat on them, my "buttocks" were not comfortable at all. The three juniors were all aroused by the coldness of the stone surface, and they all bounced in the air and stopped. For a moment, they blinked at each other, and then they both took a deep breath and slowly "experienced it gradually" and reluctantly sat down.
Ordinarily, the four of them were from two generations, so it was inappropriate for them to sit on equal terms. However, after the old man's warm greeting and insistence, they could no longer refuse and just sat down.
"Come on, let's take a piece each and eat more!"
The old man picked up the small green bamboo basket containing pastries on the table, stretched it out to the three of them one by one, and promoted his craftsmanship.
The two chickens obviously still remembered the experience of being hugged by Xiang Zheng and Xiang Zhong today. As soon as they saw them, they gave up asking for more cakes and fluttered their wings and flew up to the eaves without thinking. The meaning of walking is from the supreme perspective that they only have, cooing and watching the excitement below.
"Hey, don't tell me, this pastry tastes really good! The pastry layer is soft and fragrant with oil; and the grainy texture of the filling allows the tongue and taste buds to fully experience the full range of soft and waxy texture. It's sweet, with a fruity and floral aroma, but it's not greasy at all and is very refreshing. This is definitely a delicacy made by a person full of 'love', otherwise how could it be so delicious?"
While Xiang Zhong tasted it carefully, he sighed in his heart. Not only was the old man's physical skills excellent, but his pastry-making skills were also absolutely top-notch!
The old man was satisfied to see the three juniors eating elegantly, enjoying themselves but being very polite. This made him very proud, as if "a sword is given to a hero" and he felt that the fruits of his labor had been recognized. , what a proud thing.
"Eat slowly, there are so many, haha!"
The pastries are very delicate. Even if you use the speed of "taste", you can finish them in less than four mouthfuls. What's more, three young men killed the first piece in a few clicks. They all ate it cleanly. Not a single scumbag is left.
"Come on, come on, have another piece!"
The old man asked for another round of solicitude, but the three of them all waved away in unison.
"Thank you sir! We have enjoyed the delicious food, which is enough! But please teach me a thing or two!"
Xiang Zheng stood up first and then thanked the old man.
The old man waved his hand, motioning for him to sit down, put down the cake, stroked his beard with his hand again, and said with a smile: "It's beautiful! Unfortunately, I am old! If you two want me to say something, I will I can't tell you eight times, it's not very pleasant. As for me, I don't know much except knowing how to cook good food, practicing exercises, relaxing my muscles and bones, and raising flowers and birds. At this point, I will give you one sentence: no matter what time of year, people always need to eat. If the food is good, the body will be good; the body will be good, and the mood will be good; the mood will be good, and everything will be fine. This is the most important thing in the world. Yes, it means eating well and drinking well. Being able to eat is a blessing! I hope that you two can have good food and sleep well every day in the future. This is my greatest blessing today!"
After hearing what the old man said, Xiang Zhong's thoughts suddenly exploded in his mind!
This string of such familiar words is clearly the "famous saying" of Xin Wu's upper bunk brother Wang Li's father in the twenty-first century!
Could it be? Is this old man the "Wang Li Dad" in another life? That star philosophy chef who is good at using delicious food to explain all the truths in the world?
Xinwu had met Wang Li's father and had eaten the pastries made by his father. Compared with the pastries made by this old man, the taste was indeed somewhat similar; but in terms of appearance, Wang Li's father was chubby and chubby. He was thick and tall; but this old man was pitifully thin, as if his bones could be broken and crushed with just a slight squeeze.
Of course, this is just an appearance!
In particular, a body like this, hidden under the pale linen clothes of a floor-length robe, had just moved in front of them at a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye. What was hidden under this loose robe could not be... A body that can be easily broken!
"Inscrutable" is the word invented for him!
"Maybe it's just a coincidence that they have the same philosophy!"
Xiang Zhong stared at the old man carefully and looked up and down several times, completely negating the previous association in his mind, and just pressed the words "Dad Wang Li" back into the hippocampus cells of the memory bank.
"Thank you, Mr. Xiang! We have been taught! May I ask what you call Mr. Xiang? When we return home, we can tell our father how much we have benefited from this lesson."
Xiang Zhong felt that a big thing had been missed. He had eaten his food and received all his good wishes, but he still didn’t know his true identity. This was too inappropriate. More importantly, he I really want to know if this person has even the slightest connection with Wang Li's father? So, he bowed seriously and asked.
"Haha, I am the father of Zi Zhai and Zi Luan, and so is Zi Dan."
Seeing that the old man suddenly became unruly, Zhao Cheng was a serious person. He immediately gave him a deep bow and said, "Sir, you are joking! Zhai and Luan are birds, but you are a great man. How can you be a father? Is Mr. Zi a member of the tribe?" ?”
The old man was a little displeased that this young man, ignorant of the importance, dared to question his noble lineage. Then, his face suddenly darkened, he turned to the sky, and blew a very loud whistle in the direction of the two love birds. As if they had heard some instructions, the two birds suddenly flapped their wings together. , flew to the plum tree in the middle hall, and when there was a stir, a large piece of plum blossoms was blown down by them, and petals fell all over the ground. It was a pity.
"It's shining, it's blooming, and it's blooming with petals!"
The person who couldn't help shouting was not because Xiang Zheng regretted that the petals were ruined and fell all over the ground. What he found was that these petals were all on the ground, but there were smooth lines and concave hollows in the middle, like an engraving effect. The word "子" appears!
"Eh? How can you be so generous?"
Xiang Zhong couldn't help but ask.
I don’t know what is the mystery of this ground. The petals that the two birds flapping down from the tree can’t even get even one petal on the word “子”. It’s like there is some magical power preventing these. It looks like the attachment of petals.
Seeing this, Zhao Cheng couldn't help but feel regretful. His rash question just now made the old man angry. He didn't know if there was any room for recovery, so he quickly apologized and said:
"Please forgive me, junior! I can doubt the authenticity of what Mr. Dan said, so please don't mind it!"
The old man's face was like that of a child. With one word, he was coaxed back to life. The clouds turned sunny and he became "kind and cheerful" again. He patiently replied:
"Well, I will be as knowledgeable as your descendants. It doesn't matter! My surname is Wang, which is the surname of Zi. The single word is Dan. After returning to the Song Dynasty and living with the Xiang family, I recognized the surname of Zi and called it to the outside world. 'Zidan' is the name. I took the names of both birds, and regard them as my own sons, so I call them my father."
