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Chapter 825 gives you the best
Father Song is a traditional person, but it does not seem to mean that he can not accept the new things.
Old-fashioned parents should have a hard time accepting that their children are dyed like Song Ying – for her, even the slender eyebrows are dyed in the same color.
“Have seen? When?” Father Song was curious about the meeting between Song Ying and Luo Qiu.
Song Ying sat down at this moment. The Eight Immortals table has only four stools, but there are five sets of dishes.
Song Ying’s stool is arranged on the right side of Luo Qiu, and Luo Qiu’s left is Song Haoran – of course, the Eight Immortals table is spacious enough that the person sitting down does not feel crowded.
Song Ying sat down and said calmly: “I heard that a guest came from Hanshe, so I took some tea from my grandfather and said hello.”
Luo Qiu is now with a slight smile: “Miss Song also told me about the story of Junshan Silver Needle.”
“Oh? Is it?” Father Song hehe smiled and looked at Luo Qiu. “Don’t look at the child’s awkward look, but the tea-making skills are not bad.”
“It’s a pity that some cows chew peony and don’t appreciate it.” Song Ying smiled.
Luo Qiu is not very pissed – he really doesn’t appreciate it. Secondly, the young Song Family who first met has some relative flavors, but intends to use force when he first meets a True Dragon in a pet hospital. It is much better.
“Yeah, some waste.” Luo Qiu nodded. “I won’t be able to taste, but I feel that the taste is OK. And when Miss Song brewed tea, it was very pleasing to the eye.”
“Thank you.” Song Ying said with a generous thank you, and said yes with a smile: “Then I will be praised.”
Song Haoran easily found a hint of hostility at the Song Ying at this time. He looked back and forth between Luo Qiu and Song Ying, and then moved towards Father Song.
The palm of the hand is the meat of the back of the flesh. Although Luo Qiu is the Song Family who was only found back, he also loved the children of his late elder sister. Originally, Song Haoran’s age is not much bigger than Song Ying. .
Although the relationship between generations is the relationship between niece and niece, the mode of getting along is more like the feeling between brother and sister.
Father Song then hehe smiled and looked at Luo Qiu and asked: “Luo Qiu, do you think Little Ying looks good?”
Luo Qiu thought for a while, casually said: “Young Lady Ying should be a beauty that is completely in line with the public aesthetic.”
Father Song squinted: “I asked you.”
Luo Qiu move towards Song Ying It seems that in the black and white world, the divine light that hides the glory of life is changing, and Luo Qiu whispers: “It is very special, exudes a fascinating brilliance.”
Song Haoran listened to the slogan, and it seems to be the first time to know Luo Qiu. Song Ying is slightly frowned, always feeling under the sight of Luo Qiu, he subconsciously wants to find a place to hide.
But… she was suddenly a little uneasy, and the problems of Father Song were so sensitive that almost everyone could see a certain calculation of Father Song in the heart.
“That’s what you like?” Father Song looked bright and then asked.
Song Ying suddenly became nervous… nervous but not exposed, but at the same time, she concentrated on her own hearing.
“I like beautiful things.” Luo Qiu whispered: “But it’s not between men and women.”
You will have no girlfriend… Song Haoran subconsciously stunned his eyebrows.
Father Song nodded, but said: “There is a heart for beauty. Appreciation is a good thing… It’s not early, old fifth, serve.”
“Okay, lord.”
Five uncles tapped a few palms, then a group of maids, left and right in rows, each of five people, no one held a different dish in their hands to serve.
Wu Shu is introduced for each dish. “Ham bamboo shoot soup is made with the fire side of Jinhua ham and dried bamboo shoots. The soup base is made of old hen, cabbage, scallop and ginseng. The fire side tastes sweet, while the dried bamboo shoots are fresh. “Tangtou Songjue” is also cloud, ‘Single ginseng is good at jiaming, blood can be reincarnation, and ginseng is thick, juice should be known. ‘…”
“This is ‘jasper’, which is made with sliced vinegar and sliced with vinegar, served with various kinds of chicken, mushroom, seven kinds of fungi, spiced tofu, winter bamboo shoots, and dried fruit with sesame oil and seasoning. ‘Luoyu’ tastes savory, has a strong smell of badness, slightly sweet back, and bright color. In addition, this dish comes from “Stone”, and Liu Wei visits Daguanyuan, which is the most meticulous dish.”
“this is……”
Nine dishes, it took more than ten minutes to introduce one by one… Probably this is the necessary preparation before enjoying the food. The Song Family seems to have habited this tradition, and Luo Qiu can’t help but think of Ren Ziling.
If she is there, she probably won’t care so much, but just put a bite in the mouth and put it in her mouth.
On the last dish, Father Song suddenly stood up and took a jar from the maid’s hand and placed it in the center of the Eight Immortals table. He looked at Luo Qiu and said: “The Buddha jumped into the wall, just ten. The dish, take the meaning of perfection.”
Luo Qiu nodded.
Song Haoran said at this time: “Luo Qiu, you know, our Song Family people must eat the Buddha’s jump wall made by the elders.”
Luo Qiu is curious: “Is the rule of the ancestors?”
Father Song said: “I will tell you a story. When the Ming Dynasty, there was a family, the family was on the wall. Only the mother and the child were dependent on each other. Mother is a helper in a restaurant that gives people tea. Because of barren The reason, the child has never enjoyed anything, and is often bullied. On the day of the tenth birthday, the child’s mother came back very late, but when she came back, she brought back a Buddhist jump wall made of various precious ingredients. Guess how the child’s mother got these expensive ingredients?”
Luo Qiu thought for a moment: “Is the restaurant a leftover?”
Father Song nodded. “Yes, it’s the rest of the dishes. On that day, a big family gave the old person a long life and was extremely luxurious. But every table has a lot of leftovers. So the mother is different. On the table, give a little, put it in the jar, and bring it back home.”
Father Song has been watching Luo Qiu’s look. “This mother didn’t hide the origin of the Buddha’s jump wall. She told the child: When these dishes were made, the cook had tried the taste, so the first person to eat In fact, it is also eating the rest of others. You have nothing different from other children. You are also a healthy person.”
“This child later took the fame and the family has gradually developed. He later set up a family rule, that is, regardless of the offspring, whether it is poor or healthy, the elders must give their own descendants a personal jump wall. You know, why is this?”
Luo Qiu said: “Remember sweet thoughts?”
Father Song shook his head and then said sternly: “This is to let the younger know that we will give you the best. No matter how this thing comes from, it is what we give, and we give it to the best. I I have eaten it, your grandfather has also eaten it, Haoran has eaten it, and Song Ying has eaten it. We have eaten by everyone in Song Family. You and your father have not eaten it.”
Saying, Song Tianyou stood up and silently picked up the fifth set of dishes, then placed a spoon in the bowl and placed it next to Luo Qiu before he went to Luo Qiu again. Add a spoonful to the bowl.
“Today, I will give it to you personally, and you will accompany him to eat.”
Luo Qiu nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip, then closed his eyes. The poured feelings are easy to break away in the taste buds, perhaps the reason for the story of Father Song, or the reason why a bowl is placed around.
The mellow and rich soup slid over, and the memory brought by the taste flashed. The mother and child in the distant sky seemed to be in front of us.
In the dark yellow candlelight, in front of the wooden table, the mother also personally swelled a bowl of Buddha jumping wall.
She then sewed the clothes for the child, and he ate it with relish.
Wealthy is far away, but the warmth of candlelight is around.
Luo Qiu suddenly understood that his grandfather had been tempted to open the enemy for Song Tianyou, and he understood that Father Song had been searching for his loved ones for decades.
It is a heritage.
For centuries, it has been concentrated from generation to generation to the spirit of this Buddha jumping on the wall.
The previous generation passed the taste, leaving a mark on the next generation.
Give the best to you.
“It’s very warm and hearty.” Luo Qiu put down the bowl, smiled, and dropped a tear.
The house is not cold.
……
……
“Clothes, bed bugs, all of them have been changed. I don’t know if I don’t habit, live first.”
After dinner, Father Song left early. He had been working for two days and prepared the meal for the night. For his age, it was quite an unacceptable thing, so I took a break early.
Perhaps he also needs a quieter private space to calm his feelings.
Song Haoran took Luo Qiu into a chic room and stretched out: “I am tired too. Come here today, rest well. Someone will take you to visit this place tomorrow morning.”
Luo Qiu nodded and spent the night in the room.
He sat at the desk and opened a book that Father Song sent to Wushu. He said that it was a book. In fact, there are only a few simple pages. The practice of this Buddha jumping on the wall tonight is said to have been Passed down, every Song Family has to learn to cook this dish.
This is a lonely book. The writing has been somewhat blurred from generation to generation.
When Luo Qiu thought about it, he took out the paper and the pen and slowly transcribed it.
Soon after, there was a sudden knock on the door. Luo Qiu opened the door after the recipe for the new transcript was closed, and the person who saw it was Song Ying.
“Miss Song has something to do with me.”
I didn’t wear the cheongsam that was able to outline her ketone body curve, and the hair was just scattered around me, and the fragrance after bathing.
She was wearing a short denim skirt and a short-sleeved shirt. She was leaning against the door of Luo Qiu’s room. When she saw Luo Qiu, she opened the door and looked up and down. She only said indifferently: “It will be quite Acting.”
“Where is it?”
Song Ying said with a sneer : “My grandfather is a very emotional person, especially to my loved ones. However, don’t think that I can say a few words in front of my grandfather, and make a few tears, pretend to be a pair. With the cleverness of the way, you can do whatever you want at Song Family.”
“Reassure, I am not interested in the wealth of Song Family.” Luo Qiu smiled slightly: “I just came to know about my grandfather, so I came over.”
“Is it?” Song Ying said indifferently: “I don’t know if you really understand the financial power and power of our Song Family, can you still say such beautiful words?”
“So late, see Miss Song’s dress, is it going to go out? Then I will not bother.” Luo Qiu is not cold.
Without paying attention to Song Ying’s look, Luo Qiu folded his hands with his hands.
But at the moment when the door was about to close, the white palm was always at the door, and Luo Qiu asked, “Is there anything else?”
Song Ying said indifferently: “The grandfather asked me to be a tour guide for you tomorrow and have a good tour. But there is nothing to look at during the day, go now.”
“just now?”
Song Ying blinked and said, “Why, I am afraid that I have eaten you? In the evening, I can see more things… but if you are not happy, there is no problem. I will still find a guide for you at the travel agency tomorrow. I don’t expect you, because I have a lot of work on hand.”
“Okay, then trouble Miss Song.” Luo Qiu nodded.
“Call me Song Ying.” Song Ying said indifferently: “How do you say that you have the blood of Song Family? Your name will make my grandfather dislike.”
“Where are we going?” Luo Qiu smiled.
“Come with me.”
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Song Haoran just rinsed out, but the housekeeper Wu Shu knocked on the door. Song Haoran sat down with a towel and poured a cup of agave, “five uncle, what’s the matter?”
“Young and young, Young Lady Ying just went out with Young Master Qiu.”
“Little Ying ?” Song Haoran startled, then slightly frowned, “Daddy knows?”
Wushu shook his head and said: “The old man was tired for two days. When he returned to the room, he fell asleep. I didn’t wake him up. However, I have already called a team to keep up, and there should be no problem.”
Song Haoran shakes the wine glass in his hand and sighs at the anagly: “I am not afraid of any danger to find them. I am afraid that Little Ying will suffer a little.”
“Young Lady Ying?” Uncle Wu could not help but be surprised: “How is it possible?”
Song Haoran smiled at said with a smile : “Don’t look at the nephew that I just found back. It’s temper, it’s very easy to get along with. But in fact, this kind of talent is really oil and salt. What the old man said today, we are in my heart There are a few, Little Ying, some reactions are also very normal things…”
Wu Shudao: “Large and small, there is something I want to ask you… about this Young Master Qiu, what do you think?”
“It turns out that you and Little Ying don’t think the same thing, isn’t the same thing?” Song Haoran said indifferently.
Wu Shu frowned: “eldest son, grandson, this is what the master said personally… And, the lord seems to be interested in planning to kiss the pro…”
Song Haoran shook his head and looked at the whirlpool of the agave in the cup. Said indifferently: “I am Song Haoran. Is there no way to build a Song Family without this family of Song Family?”
“I don’t mean to mean the ability of the big and the young.”
Song Haoran smiled and then looked out the window at night: “Life is still a little challenging and not boring… Besides, he may not even see Song Family.”
“Can’t you look?” Wu Shu said: “Song Family, but…”
“Probably an intuition.” Song Haoran suddenly said: “The things he saw may be different from what we saw… maybe.”
Song Haoran suddenly took a drink of the agave in the cup and played with the ‘Sun God badge’ on his body. He said to himself: “That eyes are like the black-horned python…”
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PS1: I have seen the delay, and I am grateful to the book lover ‘Yu Yan 丶’ for the reward.
PS2: Bowing to capitalist forces…
PS3: There are more and more, there must be more…the past few days, the yang ancestor, busy, so not today, tomorrow (maybe), acquired (no door), large required (should be feasible)…
PS4: Don’t throw big bananas (hold your head)…
(End of this chapter)
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