It was not late at this time, the sun was a little slanted, but the sun was gentle. The stage in the "Gu Ji" garden was clean, and there was an old man sitting under the stage, and he was also a diner of "Gu Ji". He played a good huqin and always liked to spend time here when he was free. He played some desolate tunes from time to time.
The old man's huqin sounded intermittently, and Xu Xing's voice was not loud, but the crying was so scary that it scared the diners for a while. They barely struggled out of the delicious taste of "Buddha Jumps Over the Wall" and turned to look over.
Zhao Han turned around and saw Xu Xing's face was a little pale and full of pain. He couldn't help but feel a grip in his heart and held his breath.
This is a bit strange.
Zhao Han reached out to cover his heart, and felt a little sweat on his forehead, and he let out a gentle breath. He was actually a little cold in nature, not the kind of coldness that no relatives recognize, but only others find touching emotions, which he often cannot understand.
A while ago, a strange thing happened in the capital. A butcher used to pick up a stupid child from outside, worried that he would marry his wife in the future. The wife was not good to the child. The butcher had not gotten married for 20 years and spent more than ten years to finally raise the child. The butcher offended a bandit outside the city and was killed by the bandits. This stupid child who had no reaction to the outside world spent five years and suffered a lot, and finally got into the bandit's nest and finally successfully killed the bandit leader to avenge his adoptive father.
As soon as this incident happened, it spread and everyone in the capital was alarmed. Everyone sighed. Zhao Han and his family had been talking about it for several days. His mother cried so hard that she burst into tears, but he didn't feel anything. What's the use of revenge? If you have the ability, don't let something happen to the important person.
Zhao Han is such a rational and indifferent person. He is rarely moved and rarely curious. But today's feeling is very special, and his emotions seem to be very high.
Just a thought flashed through, Zhao Han held the bowl with interest, scooped two spoonfuls of abalone and soup, and turned to see the progress of the "story".
Xu Xing knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. Yu Xiucai's eyes suddenly turned red. He squatted down to help him, but he was still weak and could not help him up: "I know..."
The two of them couldn't help but hug their heads and cried.
Gu Xiang was alarmed, came out of the kitchen, looked through the moon door, thinking about something.
Although she transformed this kind of "red dust" dish from the "Bliss Banquet", some diners may stimulate some of the deepest emotions in their hearts. She has tried it and has not failed, but not everyone can understand the wonderful things.
However, even if diners are emotionally slow and cannot realize anything, they will often feel a strong sense of pleasure. A heart seems to have been carefully cleaned up. At least when enjoying the food, there will always be a wonderful feeling. Some people feel sweet in their hearts, some feel a little sour in their hearts, some feel melancholy in their hearts, and some feel pain.
But even the pain and the surging emotions burned happily, diners would not regret eating this dish.
Xu Xing and Yu Xiucai were obviously very influenced by the "Red Dust" dish.
Gu Xiang blinked, looked at the system interface, and couldn't help but smile. The diners in the garden were crying, but she was in a very good mood.
If you change to an ordinary chef, you may have to worry about whether this cooking method that uses extraordinary means to inspire diners' emotions is considered a serious cooking skill, but Gu Xiang would not think about it.
After all, she doesn't aim to become a celebrity chef.
Her goal is to live, live better, longer and more comfortable.
As long as this goal can be achieved, she is willing to use any method. It will not harm others anyway.
"Um."
Garlic
Could it be some impact?
At this time, Xu Xing, Yu Xiucai, and the diners present seemed to be so drunk that they could no longer be drunk.
Diners nearby had obviously heard of Xu Xing and Yu Xiucai, and were quite shocked at this time.
"No, isn't Lady Lin? Didn't she fall into the river and die?"
"It seems there is something else here!"
Xu Xing hid his whole stomach in his heart for a long time, and ignored it today and cried: "I was also confused at that time. I just thought that if you could marry Mrs. Xie, with the support of the Xie family, maybe it might not be so difficult. I am a bastard. It is not good for me to say those words to Sister Fen."
Yu Xiucai shook his head: "... Everything is fate, and I can't help but blame you at all. I blamed you at the beginning, but I know that you don't want to see this. At that time, my father was seriously ill, and my mother was so worried that she cried every day and every night, and her eyes were almost blind. I was almost unable to hold on. Even if you didn't say it, I would..."
He took a deep breath, "Maybe if I were to say it, Sister Fen would be even more sad."
The diners here all heard the story here, but it was actually not new at all. Where is the latest news under the sun?
Zhao Han sighed and took a light bite of the abalone. The smooth but not greasy and delicious taste suppressed the complex emotions. His eyebrows and eyes stretched out, but many scenes that he thought he had forgotten appeared in his mind.
"Tell him a letter."
He had a good friend when he was a teenager. He had a breakup over a small matter. Now he has not been in contact for a few years. The other party is far away from the capital. Maybe he will see you again in the future. He didn't feel regretful in the past, but today he suddenly had some complicated emotions.
Gu Xiang smiled and waved his hand, and Qiu Li asked someone to bring tea to him.
As soon as the light tea was in my mouth, somehow the diners immediately became clear and suddenly woke up. Several people wiped their faces and looked at each other, with a hint of embarrassment on their faces.
Doctor Ye rubbed his face hard, suddenly came back to his senses, and whispered: "Cheer Gu, is it this dish?"
He was stunned for a while: "How did you do this? Can you use a dish to move people's emotions? I thought about treating my illness in the early years, but I always felt it was difficult to control it. Unexpectedly, Miss Gu, you, as a chef, did what I, a doctor, did in my entire life!"
As soon as these words were said, several famous chefs in Beijing showed cautiousness and restrained surprise.
Wang Guoguo listened with relish and held her stew pot without letting go. However, she suddenly looked at her husband at the table and smiled, "How do you feel, but you still want to comment?"
Zhao Han took a deep breath, stared at the stew pot on the table, coughed, and licked his lips: "I'm afraid everyone is thinking a little too much, but it's just a coincidence. Where can there be a dish to do this? Could it be that the little lady of the Gu family or the chef god in the sky?"
He paused, "Besides, the dish made for diners to cry is not a good thing."
Chapter completed!