China had the prototype of grain processing in the pre-Qin period. During the Qin and Han dynasties, the economy and culture developed significantly, and people's dietary requirements gradually increased. Rice, wheat, corn and other grains were ground into powder and processed into pasta.
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After the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the types of cooking utensils and raw materials increased, and the types of pasta became more and more diverse. At this time, steamers and ovens appeared. People used steaming and baking methods to make pasta, and made it into various shapes and colors.
, ushering in the climax of Chinese pastries.
The Wu clan, which can be traced back to the Wu Zhou period, is a branch of the Wu clan in the divine capital. After the death of the Holy Queen Tianshun, the Wu clan was hunted down, and the ancestors of the Wu Kingdom embarked on a journey of thousands of miles of escape.
After the change of dynasties and historical changes, the lineage of the family was finally preserved. Since the Ming Dynasty, the ancestor of the Wu family has been the royal white table of the palace. His superb pastry craftsmanship is dizzying and admirable.
Walking around the porch of the scrap collection station, there is a unique cave inside. Wu Guoliang renovated the old house. Although it still looks neat and clean, what is the purpose of having the same shape as the water pipe under the bridge?
Yu Jianping's fingers were trembling. He pointed at the scene in the yard and his voice broke: "What are you..."
"Nostalgic for the past." Wu Guoliang touched his chin to admire his masterpiece, and began to point out, "Life is better now, but as a human being, you have to remember the past and reflect on the present. I was used to sleeping in the air-raid duct. Now Simmons is really a bit
I’m not used to it.” It’s so soft that my back hurts even after sleeping all night.
Then he wouldn’t buy a pipe and put it at home, right? And...where did he get this pipe from?
"Hurry up and sit down, I'll pour you tea." Wu Guoliang greeted the two of them warmly. Yu Jian touched the thick layer of dust on the pipe, walked to the front silently, and pulled out three stools from among the discarded products.
I wiped it lightly with a paper towel and placed it in front of Yu Jianping.
Yu Jianping was still in a state of great shock, unconsciously sitting on the chair with his eyes in a trance.
Looking at Wu Guoliang's busy figure, he asked: "Guoliang, I remember you had gray hair at that time, like an old man. Why are you so much younger now?" Even your hair is black and shiny, and you are quite young.
Several decades old.
Wu Guoliang came over with a tea cup and touched the black hair on his head, feeling a little proud: "How is the hair transplant I just did? Does it look natural?"
Then he brought his face to Yu Jianping and showed him the light wrinkles: "What did I get..." After thinking for a long time, he patted his thigh and said, "Hyaluronic acid!"
Money is such a good thing. Who would have thought that a person who was almost dead more than ten years ago could still get medical hair transplantation today.
Yu Jian almost fainted, which completely subverted her traditional understanding of Yu Jianping's circle of friends.
She was worried about whether she could trust Master Bai An as she had promised...
Yu Jianping shrank back and asked again: "Why do you have so much money?"
Speaking of this Wu Guoliang felt a little complacent. He mysteriously took out a latest model of mobile phone from his pocket, clicked on it, stretched it out in front of Yu Jianping, and motioned for him to look at it with his doubtful eyes.
Yu Jianping lowered his head and his eyes suddenly widened. Wow, there were so many zeros. He clicked them one by one with his fingertips. There were millions of them!
"How's it going? Aren't you awesome?" Wu Guoliang put away his cell phone, crossed his legs and started shaking them, "After you leave, I will live here by myself. Even if someone like me dies, I probably won't."
Will anyone know that I fell ill again that year and had a fever that made me feel like I wouldn’t be able to see the sun tomorrow, so I took my last bit of money and bought a lottery ticket. Guess what happened?”
Yu Jian weakly interjected: "You won the prize."
Wu Guoliang clapped his hands: "That's right! Even God thinks I'm so pitiful. I'm so rich! I won this number." He stretched out a finger and shook it.
"Ten million...?" Yu Jian asked weakly. There was no way, her uncle Yu Jianping was already petrified at this moment.
"No, no, no," Wu Guoliang raised his finger and shook his head, saying contemptuously, "Ten million is nothing! I won a hundred million!"
"Clang——" Yu Jianping couldn't bear it any longer and almost fell off the bench. He didn't dare to write such a novel like this——
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In the yard, except for the powerful panting of the big yellow dog, everyone else was silent.
Yu Jian looked at each other again and again, and then plucked up the courage to speak first: "Um, Uncle Wu..."
As soon as he stood up, he was interrupted by Wu Guoliang, who asked sideways: "Are you his daughter?"
"No, no, no," Yu Jian waved her hand, "I am Uncle Jianping's niece."
"Yu Jianping, am I not the only brother you have?" Where are the other brothers? Wu Guo's conscience was unbalanced again.
Yu Jianping suddenly stretched out his foot, kicked it slightly, and then said: "This is Jianguo's daughter. Yu Jianguo, I told you."
"Oh..." Wu Guoliang said in a long voice, "Is he your godfather's son? What? He also came to the capital?"
He was in the Sixth Ring Road and didn't know much about some information. Yu Jianping told him everything about what happened after he left and about opening Yu's restaurant.
"I'm just telling you, you must not be doing well. Otherwise, why wouldn't you come to me?" Wu Guoliang sighed and patted his shoulder, "You are young and energetic, and you have to stand out. Jianping
, there are so many living beings, how can there be so many who stand out?"
Yu Jianping remained silent. In the past ten years, he had barely managed to live above the food and clothing line. He had some savings, but not much. He stayed at a breakfast shop every day and did not dare to recall the big words he had said.
"But it doesn't matter. Your brother, I have money now. We brothers used to depend on each other. From now on, we will rely on this money to support ourselves in old age. I will keep it all for you!" Wu Guoliang said again.
Yu Jianping said bitterly: "How can I ask for your money? You have always taken care of me in the past. If you have a steamed bun, you always want to give me half..." He rambled on for a long time.
But Yu Jian was anxious to death. When will Uncle Jianping talk about serious matters...
As soon as the idea came up, I heard Yu Jianping say: "I'm here because I have something to ask you for help."
"What's going on? We're still so polite." Although we haven't seen each other for a while, Wu Guoliang has no grudge at all. After a brief moment of passion for recognizing relatives, he returned to the big brother he once was.
Yu Jianping paused and said word by word: "I want you to become a white case master again."
As soon as these words came out, the smile on Wu Guoliang's face froze. He looked at Yu Jianping in disbelief, with a hint of jumping: "Jianping! You clearly know that I..."
I know clearly that the meridians in my hand are broken, and even if I hold a knife, I can't regain the feeling it once had. The pastry technique is so complicated, and if you miss the slightest, it will make a huge difference. How can I still be a master chef?
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He lowered his hands dejectedly, shook his head, and replied sadly: "I'm afraid I can't help you with this."