Chapter 852： :festival

"Master."

Ye Feizhou entered the tea room, his eyes flickered and asked: "You tell her whereabouts of Chef Xia..."

"Why, worried?"

The faucet glanced at the lovers strangely and couldn't help but laughed and said: "Feizhou, you didn't expect a competition, you have been convinced by his cooking skills." The old man blinked, "Well, if there is a partner on the road, it's also It’s a beautiful thing. In the past, you lost the role of a partner who was also a teacher and a friend.

Ye Feizhou blushed and said: "Partner? That devil doesn't need this kind of character."

The old man shook his head, his eyes deep for a while, "No one wants to get more and more lonely, so that even if they reach the extreme, there is no one behind to witness, and no one shares the joy of reaching the summit with him. So, is it interesting?"

He sighed.

"Don't say this." The old man waved his hand. "Lei Aoxue wanted to open a fatal halberd for Qixing Dao. With that person's character, he didn't necessarily ignore such a halberd request. Let's wait until she gets a nose."

After hearing this, Ye Feizhou's brow stretched. Although he had little contact with Xia Yu, Ye Feizhou probably knew what he was like.

In a sense, he is as lazy as Li Han.

In other words, Xia Yu has never been very enthusiastic about the abuse of vegetables, unless Lei Aoxue can arouse his interest.

What value does Lei Aoxue deserve to defeat?

Name the Seven Star Sword?

It seems that this motive for eating halberd does not exist.

Before leaving, Ye Feizhou paused and suddenly remembered something. He turned to the leader of tea tasting and said, "Oh, the selection of management rights for Juxia Downstairs every three years will be conducted on the Lantern Festival after the Spring Festival. Does Master Zun still send me to host the venue?"

The old man sat for a long time, and it was obvious what he was thinking about.

"Over the past three years, can Ju Ju downstairs business improve?"

Ye Feizhou's eyes showed a conspicuous contempt and replied: "This is the selection of the branches of their Liu clan. For a hundred years, this line of Liu's has fallen, and the last selection was by Liu Lan. Winning the victory, Liu Lan himself is a special chef, but he has not many helpers available. He recruited only a local alcoholic special chef helper who was notorious in the local area, and Liu Lan himself spent all his resources to cultivate his son. The second round of sea elections this time was eliminated..."

"So, in these three years, I heard that the business of Ju Xixia went down not only did not improve much, but its reputation gradually deteriorated in Jincheng."

Saying that, Ye Feizhou looked cautiously, observing the master's face, and seeing that he was not sullen, calm and quiet, and then he was relieved.

"So, this year you will continue to preside over the selection of the Liu clan for me."

"it is good!"

...

The Spring Festival is approaching!

This is also the reason why Xia Yu hurriedly returned to Shudi after the hunting.

After all, Xia's roots are in Shudi. And Xia Yuchang returned to China for the first time, of course, he also wanted to see the Chinese hometown here, how is the customs of the Spring Festival different.

After getting off the plane and taking a taxi, as the car shuttled through the old city, a fragrant sausage and bacon came from the people on the street. Xia Yu took a bite and felt that she smelled the new flavor of Chinese land.

Walking in a relatively small alley, unexpectedly, every house has a new couplet, and there are children’s laughter mixed with the sound of artillery battle. The residential area is no longer the peace of the past, but it is also covered with thick Strong holiday atmosphere.

"That's it, Xia's old house--"

Zhu Qing, who led the way, stopped abruptly and turned to smile.

what.

On the stone staircase in front of me, the door of the house was wide open, and vocals came out from the patio. The sound of chopping vegetables was familiar, crisp and sweet, giving people a warm feeling.

Xia Yu stepped up and heard the moving old man turning his head, and the young and the old met each other.

"came back?"

Asked coolly.

"Huh." Xia Yu replied, put the suitcase at the door, walked down the patio, and looked around. This is a rather classical house with several buildings, two or three floors high, with stairs outside, wooden structure, and light. Looking at the paint-dyed staircase handrails, this shows that these houses have been around for some years.

It is really rare to keep such a quaint old house in such a metropolis. This is one of the dreams of Xia Yu’s previous life. The house with walls in the courtyard, raising cats and dogs, funny birds and watering flowers is simply a house. A new realm.

At first glance, Xia Yu fell in love with this house.

"Not bad!"

Praise repeatedly.

Soon, he got close to the old man and saw that the old man was chopping pork, and a pot next to it was already filled with minced meat and mixed with spices. A fermented fragrance came out. "This is sausage?"

Xia Yu resisted his chin. "Hey, I said old man, don't you eat pork sausage every year? We might as well get some new tricks this year."

The old man put the knife away.

"OK, you get it!"

The tone was very refreshing. After putting down the knife, I went to the water well to wash my hands in the cold well water, and then I found a cigarette gun somewhere.

The old house has a special food warehouse, there is a three-story building, and even the whole building is covered with dusty tables and chairs. It can be seen that the Xia's old house was a family-style deep alley restaurant, only for various reasons. There were only ten tables and chairs outside, which turned into a small restaurant with the character of an old-fashioned private restaurant in the city. There were no signboards outside the door, hidden in the market.

Zhu Qing also came to help.

For the production of sausage food or something, for Xia Yu, who is highly proficient in "Dragon Roll Shark Fin Sausage", his skills in this dish are probably already full.

In addition, with the help of a perfect spice technique, within half an hour, the meat fillings of the two large pots of sausages are placed beside the patio. The faintly spice-like aroma of the sky will remain in the air for a long time.

Unlike traditional pork sausages ~ www.novelhall.com ~ the thick umami taste makes people salivate.

"Wow--"

Several children at the door were clearly attracted by the aroma, hiding behind the probe to probe the brain.

"This kid, show off skills everywhere!" Xia Qing spit out a circle of smoke, and the smoky gun knocked on the blue brick on the ground, intending to go back to the house, but the young man at that end was still not enough, "Hey, old man, what else?" Do you want to prepare New Year's food?"

"The ingredients are all in the warehouse, you just look at it!"

It's crackling.

In the evening two days later, the old house heard the sound of firecrackers, a short firecracker. After worshipping incense in front of the ancestral hall, the old man looked back at a large table for Xia Yu and Zhu Qing Zhang Luo, and could not help showing a soft smile.

More than Xia Yu, this is also Xia Qing's return to his native land for traditional festivals after he went abroad with hatred in his early years.

"Ha, here we come, the last pot of medicinal fish soup, special for New Year's Eve--" Xia Yu smiled and put down the steaming casserole, and untied her apron, Zhu Qing's eyes brightened, and she was very happy, "Ayu Yu, is this your cooking work in the battle to hunt the Heavenly King Mountain?"

"Yes, it's called Big Fish!"

Xia Yu replied, seeing Zhu Qing anxiously taking a bowl and taking a spoon, and holding her wrist with a smile, "Don’t worry, this soup is definitely the finishing touch at the banquet. Eat other dishes and make sure you taste the same as chewing wax."

Zhu Qing was caught in his wrist, and inexplicably, the whole body trembled.

She glanced at Xia Yu's hand.

"Take it away..."

"what?"

"Take away your salty pig hand!" The twitching scalp twitched.

"What is salted pig hand, my name is...uh!"

Suddenly, Xia Yu refreshed, glimpsed the blush on Zhu Qing's cheek, and then flushed the ears and neck. His skin was as red as a cooked shrimp, and he knew that something was wrong.

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