When she got home, Mrs. Shen immediately went to the kitchen to heat up the food. After a while, she put a few things on the table: "Son, you two come quickly. You didn't make it to the table. Are you hungry?"
"Madam, my stomach has been growling for a long time." Xiaolong responded without hesitation.
"Mom, what kind of dish is this?" At this moment, the hungry Master Shen and Xiaolong came around to take a look. The young master asked curiously about the white soup dish in the Hai bowl.
"Try it." Mrs. Shen said with a smile, "It's very popular today. Before I left just now, I asked Boss Song to make some for you."
Xiaolong picked up the spoon and took a mouthful and put it directly into his mouth. Suddenly, his painful expression shocked Master Shen: "Xiaolong, what's wrong with you?"
"Young Master, it's too hot!" Xiaolong kept rolling in his mouth. The young master knew that he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so he took a small bite with a spoon and blew it left and right. With the tender eyes of the young lady, she slowly put it into her mouth and tasted it.
"This is so beautiful!" Master Shen felt that the tofu in front of him was amazing. Not to mention his superb knife skills, the tofu was cut as finely as hair. Simply speaking, its taste was so rich, as delicious as chicken soup. There is also the alluring aroma of lard. Xiaolong was too impatient just now and was blinded by the lard poured on it, so he was burned.
Xiaolong, who had recovered, curled his tongue and asked, "Madam, what kind of dish is this?"
"Pingqiao tofu." The clever Xiaoling revealed the answer.
"What a delicious Pingqiao tofu." Master Shen praised, "No wonder the guests are so happy today."
The young mistress buttoned up her blouse, her breasts were so engorged that she felt much better after Kun'er had eaten. Listening to the conversation between mother and daughter, she immediately put Kun'er down and said, "Kun'er can play with himself."
Seeing Shen Kun growing up, the young mistress decided to wean her baby from tomorrow. When she was a child, she heard her father's personal experience of an eagle teaching its eaglets when he was still alive. As a doctor, her grandfather went up the mountain to collect medicinal herbs. He climbed up the cliff and was collecting precious herbs, but unexpectedly discovered the blue sky above the cliff. A goshawk flew over, its outstretched wings strong and powerful.
It’s not that grandpa has never seen an eagle, it’s just that he found something weird about the eagle. As expected, the eagle landed on the edge of the cliff and put down its two eaglets. What surprised grandpa was that the next moment, the eagle cruelly pushed the two eaglets off the cliff. , Grandpa was shocked.
The poor little eagles couldn't fly at all. They looked desperately at their mother on the cliff, and their bullying screams echoed in the mountain stream. He was more concerned about the lives of the little eagles. Just when grandpa thought he was certain to die, one of them flapped its young wings and struggled upward in the strong wind in the valley. After one or two beats, it miraculously flew up the cliff after a while.
The other one disappeared from Grandpa's sight. Grandpa thought at that time that the eagle was really cruel, but then he thought about what was wrong with doing this? In this jungle where the weak and the strong prey on each other, there has always been natural selection. As the saying goes, survival of the fittest, the unfit can only be eliminated like another little eagle...
When the young lady thought of this, she became more determined. She said in her heart, Kun'er, don't blame your mother for being cruel. For your bright future, your mother can only wean you tomorrow.
My son, the eagle understands this truth, let alone humans?
Mrs. Shen rushed to her grandson as soon as she heard this. Kun'er stumbled over immediately when he saw her. She leaned down and clapped her hands, her eyes full of love: "Come here, come to grandma."
From time to time, laughter and laughter came from the Shen Mansion, and at this moment, the ancient town of Hexia was temporarily calm, and the people who had worked hard for a long time took a lunch break.
Mr. Shen was sleeping soundly in the clear pool, his snoring deafening. Qingshui is always open for business, and all kinds of religions are welcome. People who are accustomed to walking between skin and water are no longer surprised.
There were roars of laughter from time to time in the bathhouse. No, there were a few businessmen over there gathering in a corner to play Pai Gow, and a few like-minded gamblers were smarter than monkeys with their hair on their faces...
Unknowingly, the afternoon passed, and after the incense session, Mr. Shen was harassed by the waiter’s voice: “Master Shen, Mr. Shen, wake up!”
"Well, what's wrong?" Mr. Shen felt someone pushing him, and he slowly woke up from his sleep.
"Mr. Shen, you asked me to call you because I had something to do in the afternoon."
"Well, yes, thank you very much. This is a reward for you." Mr. Shen threw half of the green radish to the back-scrubber.
"Thank you, Mr. Shen."
Mr. Shen was drinking Longjing tea, which was neither hot nor cold. He usually didn't like to drink anything too hot, including when eating.
After a while, the young man who was doing the back rub came and said, "Master Shen, I'm following the old rules. Can I give you a good rub?"
"Tap thump, I'm really tired today." As he said that, he lay down on the bamboo bed.
Master Chen first relaxed his head, decompressed him, and relieved him from fatigue. After simply relaxing your head, put a clean towel in your right hand, wrap it around your hand three times in a row, then clap your hands hard, and you get to the point of rubbing your back.
Master Chen began to beat his back skillfully. Sometimes his hands flew up and down, sometimes they touched the water, and he slowly exerted force from top to bottom along Master Shen's body. Mr. Shen's expression was particularly interesting. Sometimes he looked like he was enjoying himself, and sometimes he looked like he was in pain.
According to the Yangzhou back-beating procedure, after rubbing the back, there is a back-beating for health care. The crackling sound is particularly rhythmic. The echoing sound in the empty valley echoes the back-beating on the opposite side. This sound is like the symphony of life in the streets and markets under the river, echoing in the deep alleys of this thousand-year-old town.
"Comfortable, comfortable, your skills are not easy." Master Shen suddenly looked more radiant than before rubbing his back.
"Mr. Shen, this is my job to support my family. I have to learn the basic skills. Wrapping a towel and knocking on the back. Yangzhou back knocking needs to be practiced on bricks and marble. Knocking with fists will cause bleeding. I have been doing it since morning. I practiced until night, and when I knocked, I had to knock the joints. It was not an empty sound. We in Yangzhou always made such a sound when we knocked on the back. It lasted about a whole month."
If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time.
