"dinner time!"
A loud laugh outside the kitchen brought me back to reality.
Um, aren't you at the banquet?
Why is it no different from being in the courtyard? Mr. Zhao really... really loves this business!
I couldn't help but sigh.
I casually pulled over Lao Sun, whose eyes lit up and was about to go out to grab food. I said angrily,
"Don't grab it. This is a banquet. Can you please show some etiquette?"
"Banquet? Lao Chuan, what are you talking about? Aren't they all the same? Let's go quickly. There are so many people. How much can Mr. Zhao do by himself? If we go late, it will be gone!"
Well, I'm afraid that Lao Sun's olfactory IQ in this area is not full, which would be really embarrassing for the immortal species.
I sighed more and more in my heart, and I just walked out of the kitchen with Lao Sun and looked up.
I am afraid I will never forget the scene before me.
They are all different in appearance and temperament, and they all have their own elegance. If you pick one out at random, they all look like the most beautiful female stars I have ever seen.
Then there is such a group of stunning beauties, who have no image at this time and have no ladylike posture at all. They are pushing each other and fighting for food.
"Don't grab it, don't grab it, there's still more, there's still more, don't be too anxious!"
"That soup is hotter, Hong Zhao, please try this one."
"There are few bones in the fish, but there are still some. Lingxiu, take a small bite and eat slowly."
"That pancake will taste better if dipped in some soup."
"Yinoyino, please stop grabbing it. You can barely hold it with both hands."
Mr. Zhao commanded helplessly and skillfully, but the smile on his lips could not stop at all.
Seeing the diners like this is probably something every chef is proud of.
"Old Sun, please explain, what is this...Old Sun?"
I stared blankly at the strips of clothing in my hands, and looked up. The clothes on the back were torn, and the man with his mouth full of oil was grabbing mutton and vegetables, and skillfully cooking hot pot. Who else could it be if he wasn't Lao Sun?
What a fool!
Is this the peak of Mr. Zhao’s cooking skills? It’s too scary!
I stared at the scene in front of me with eyes wide open. In fact, if it hadn't been a habit I had developed since I was a child, I might not have joined the fight the second I smelled the fragrance.
But since I was a child, I have participated in weddings and weddings dozens of times. The old man taught me that I should never compete or compete. Even if I am hungry, I should not lose my image.
This is called etiquette, but in my opinion, it is a bit pedantic.
It all means nothing if a person is really starving to death.
However, I was young and weak and could not withstand the threat of my old man. In addition, although my family was not very wealthy since I was a child, I still had enough food, clothing and food.
Now, I have developed a bad habit almost instinctively.
"Haha, it's not entirely correct to say this is a bad habit."
Mr. Zhao came to me at some point, handed me a plate of pastries, and said with a smile.
I was so shocked that I almost lost my grip on the plate.
"Zhao...Grandpa Zhao, can you know what I am thinking?"
I lost it!
Mr. Zhao has the ability to read minds?
Am I just an ordinary person who co-authored it?
Although I was shocked, I seemed to quickly accept the result.
"Hahaha, it's not what you think, Xiaochuan. How can I read minds, old man, but your thoughts are written on your face, Xiaochuan, and I am more familiar with the things of that era."
understood!
I quickly brought a chair for Mr. Zhao and got one for myself. I sat on the chair and ate pastries, quietly waiting for Mr. Zhao to tell.
Well, the elders in the family are about to start telling stories!
Mr. Zhao was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, took a piece of pastry, chewed it in his mouth, and continued to say with a smile,
"Actually, it's not a long time. When I was young, the country was in dire need of development and the problem of food and clothing had not yet been solved, so food was a top priority.
For us young people who have been taught to pass on the signature since childhood, wasting food is the same as murder and arson. Even if we are good at practicing craftsmanship, the wasted ingredients are stuffed back into our stomachs.
It is passed down from generation to generation, but by the time your father's generation came to Ogawa, this problem was almost completely gone. Some people were old-fashioned, so they still had to be frugal and polite in educating their children.
However, times are changing rapidly, cultures are developing in various ways, and science and technology are leaping across layers, so some things will also change. "
Mr. Zhao paused, shook his head, and continued with a sigh,
"The gap between classes and the gap between rich and poor is something that has existed in the entire human society from ancient times to the present, but cannot be solved. Rich families have wine and meat that smells bad, and there are frozen bones on the road. There are still people to eat, and even some pet dogs Not as good as anything?
But can you tell right from wrong? All things have animism. It is normal for someone to work hard all his life, earn money due to his duties, and raise a cute puppy. He is willing to use the money he earns to improve the food for his beloved puppy.
Why bother with moral kidnapping and shameful waste? Human beings themselves are complex creatures, and human nature is even more complicated to the extreme. And maybe for some people, judging from some things, some people are really not as good as a dog that loyally protects its owner. "
Mr. Zhao touched the empty plate, glanced at me with an innocent look on his face, couldn't help laughing, stood up and brought a basket of steamed buns from nowhere, and handed me a bowl of clear soup.
"But the etiquette observed by your father and others, Ogawa, is pedantic. It is wrong to be old-fashioned. In fact, it is not necessarily the case, because only when you encounter certain things, can you know the meaning of etiquette. Etiquette originated from utensils, but it was widely spread by Confucius. .
However, these have nothing to do with you now, Xiaochuan. We can just eat steamed buns and drink soup. "
Mr. Zhao raised the corners of his mouth, looked at me with a sly smile, and gnawed on a bun, tasting it with satisfaction.
I was a little in awe, but even more curious.
The old man in front of us, who is able to connect the East and the West, is famous all over the world, and is recognized worldwide as the only god of cooking in modern times. The story of his life experience must be full of ups and downs and legend!
I felt itchy in my heart, but I couldn't bear to disturb Mr. Zhao's peaceful and enjoyable demeanor.
What if, Mr. Zhao, does he have any scars in the past?
"Grandpa Zhao, are you familiar with the mountain ghosts?"
I thought of the scene just now and asked curiously, changing the subject so that I wouldn't be too entangled in the past of this legendary old man.
Although I really want to hear it from this old man himself...
"This, I've been very familiar with it probably since the year I picked it up. I should have come here as a guest several times every year. Now that I think about it, it's been more than twenty years. Time is really unforgiving."
Mr. Zhao drank the tea and said with emotion, then turned to me and smiled and said,
"But I was surprised at first. Why are all Yinuo's relatives female and not even a male? What do you think happened to them?"
"Then you're not surprised now?"
I couldn't help but ask. Logically speaking, the mountain ghosts, including Yi Nuo, had been hiding the identities of Mr. Zhao and the others.
Mr. Zhao smiled slightly and then gave me a meaningful look.
"Just know that they are all relatives of Yi Nuo. Don't worry about the rest. Besides, I'm not surprised. Xiaochuan, you already have the answer in your heart."
I understood in my heart and immediately smiled.
How could a legendary figure like Mr. Zhao not notice it?
"Actually, I was a little scared at first, but after getting along with them a few times, I realized that they are actually a very simple, beautiful, and kind-hearted group of girls."
"Mr. Zhao, what are you talking about? I don't understand."
I wanted to tease Mr. Zhao, so I smiled when I heard this.
"Haha, old man, I'm just talking casually, but Xiaochuan, I heard that you and Qiong Jing are getting married?"
"Pfft...cough! Cough!"
I spurted out a mouthful of clear soup and almost choked to death. At the same time, my face turned red and I didn't know what to say.
"That kid is also a good kid. I watched him grow up. It's a good thing. Don't let him down. Old man, I still think highly of you two."
"Don't...don't, I..."
"What difference? Xiaochuan, you don't like Qiong Jing?"
"Well, ahem, that's not really the case, it's just..."
"That's it, old man, I won't miss it. Be confident, you Xiaochuan is not bad, come on!"
I burst into tears and couldn't say a single word, so I could only chew the buns silently.
Ginger is still spicy!
After two sentences, all I could do was cheer...
"The world is big. Xiaochuan, your days are still long and you still have a long way to walk. Don't worry or worry. Everyone will have a magnificent life.
Even if you have never expected it, life is ahead, keep the pace that is neither fast nor slow, and just keep going. "
Mr. Zhao patted me on the shoulder, gave me an encouraging look, and was about to get up and leave.
I vaguely felt that what Mr. Zhao said was not just chicken soup, so I quickly got up and wanted to ask.
"Grandpa Zhao."
"Xiaochuan, what's wrong?"
Mr. Zhao still had the same kind and kind smile as before, as if there was never anything in this world worth worrying about.
I don’t know why, but I felt a little relieved, a little regretful, and a little sad. An indescribable complex emotion suddenly filled my heart.
I don't know where it comes from or where it goes.
"Mr. Zhao, I still want to ask, do you have any regrets in this life?"
I was surprised by the complicated feelings in my heart. I threw the previous question behind me and turned to Mr. Zhao, scratching my head in embarrassment and asking with a smile.
"Are you sorry..."
Mr. Zhao seemed to be thinking, there was obviously no sun here, but at this time there was a ray of sunset shining on the old man's face.
The old man raised the corners of his mouth, looked around, and then looked into the distance, as if he was remembering, as if he was nostalgic, as if he was saying goodbye.
"It probably doesn't exist anymore, or maybe I never had it."
The old man said with a smile, just as kind and kind as when they first met.
