Yu Jian had no idea what Zhang Hua and Wu Guoliang had said. She was very discerning and walked her dog.
When he came back, Zhang Hua happened to be about to leave. They met in an alley and left each other's phone numbers, telling her to send her the time and place of the private banquet. He probably had something to do, so he left in a hurry.
"Uncle Wu?" The room was so quiet that not even a breath could be heard. Yu Jian and Dahuang looked at each other and called softly.
Wu Guoliang lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, looking solemn. After Yu Jian called several times, he slowly opened his eyes and showed a forced smile: "I'm back..."
Then he said: "I will lie down for a while, and you can go about your business."
I want to be alone for a while.
Yu Jian added hot water to his thermos and took out a blanket to cover him. The heating in the room was fully turned on, so she wasn't worried about him catching a cold.
"I'll make dinner for you later." She said carefully.
What answered her was her steady and unrippled breathing.
When the sound of the door being closed came, Wu Guoliang suddenly opened his eyes, feeling sadness, anger, and unwillingness mixed together, turning into deep helplessness.
He never imagined that the person who hurt him the most would be his former and closest relative——
His uncle was his grandfather's youngest child, and the old man had a son in old age, so he doted on him very much. Wu Wufang also grew up in a honeypot, because she and Wu Guoliang were not much different in age, so they often played together.
After the Wu family was defeated, the two became even more dependent on each other. He knew that his uncle was jealous of his cooking skills, but talent was a gift from God. Besides, in the entire Wu family, who could be as diligent and hardworking as Wu Guoliang?
Even so, when the old man died, he passed on most of Bai An's skills to Wu Fang, leaving very little to Wu Guoliang.
With such partiality, why should he be dissatisfied with Wushu? He is his nephew. If he hadn't been lucky, he might have died in the explosion.
The Wu family has been loyal to China all their lives, but now there is such a traitor. The old man is in the coffin, and he is so angry that he can't even close his eyes.
Wu Guoliang could not understand how human nature could be so bad.
He slowly closed his eyes and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
When Yu Jian came over in the evening, he was still lying down, and Yu Jian pushed him worriedly.
"Don't push, don't push, I'm dizzy..." Wu Guoliang swayed a bit and spoke quickly. Listening to his voice, it didn't sound like he was feeling weak in the afternoon.
He sat up slowly, rubbed his sore waist, and glared at Yu Jian dissatisfied: "You can't be gentler with the elderly!"
Yu Jian was speechless, smiling and still worried, and asked: "Is the anger gone?"
"What else can I do? I was bitten by a dog, can I take it back? Am I not a dog anymore?" Wu Guoliang muttered.
Da Huang raised his head: I think you are insinuating me.
Yu Jian rubbed his shoulders and said gently, "I won't bite him. But I can't let him go either."
Wu Guoliang turned his head, looked at her steadily several times, and suddenly smiled: "Okay! Uncle Wu is waiting for you to avenge me!"
…
It wasn't that Wu Guoliang didn't care, he just buried his concern deep in his heart and returned to his usual carefree appearance. He only became more severe when giving advice on Yu Jianbai's case.
Soon, the time agreed with Zhang Hua came.
The location of the private banquet is in the city center, a five-star high-end hotel.
Yu Jian stood at the door and looked at the hotel's logo for a long time, and suddenly realized that it seemed to be the same hotel as the Magic City Celebration Banquet. Thinking of what Tang Yuan had said to her, she took out her mobile phone, took a photo and sent it.
Soon, the other party came and replied: [Going to eat? Charge my account.]
Oops——
Sure enough, Chef Tang, who used to have a sharp tongue, is no longer there, and now this overbearing CEO’s sense of immediacy is really a bit... eye-catching!!
Yu Jian smiled and replied with an expression: "No, come and watch."
It took several minutes for the other person to reply: [It is said that the venue has been booked today. It is a guest from southern Anhui. Are you in charge?]
[The descendants of the Manchu-Han banquet are all here, how can I get my turn!]
Tang Yuan chuckled, her sad little expression seemed to appear in front of his eyes, and he immediately sent a comforting gesture of touching his head, and then sent a red envelope: [I will send you a 80-8 cent to soothe your injured little heart. Keep up the good work, and one day you will be able to do it.
Become the head chef of a five-star hotel!]
Yu Jian clicked on it and found that it was really eighty-eight cents, no more and no less.
However, Boss Ba also provided an important piece of information. The guests were from southern Anhui, and the cooks were all members of Zhang Hua's gang, so they must have wanted to try the most famous Manchu-Han banquet in the capital.
Yu Jian gathered her energy, took a deep breath, and took steps firmly. This was an excellent learning opportunity!
Zhang Hua also just arrived and saw that the little girl had arrived much earlier than the agreed time. He was full of smiles. She is a good cook.
Taking her to the back kitchen, the little girl was surprised again. The kitchen was as big as an ordinary banquet hall, and there were a variety of utensils in it, which dazzled her. There were already chefs who had arrived and were making preparations.
They met Zhang Hua and said hello in unison.
Zhang Hua patted Yu Jian's head and puffed out his chest with pride: "Let you see the craftsmanship in the palace!"
On the long table, a dazzling array of cold dishes had been prepared. Yu Jian took a look and saw wealth, broken jade, toon chicken wings, Kunlun purple eggplant, tangerine peel beef... at least there were seventeen or eight dishes.
Secretly dumbfounded, the Qing palace had many specialties, the eating habits combined the characteristics of nomads and the Central Plains, the key shapes and presentations were unique, and even the name was a four-character word full of profound meaning.
Zhang Hua has washed his hands and dressed, and is preparing to make white pastries. The first thing is to make a jade-faced gourd.
Stir the glutinous rice flour and noodles with boiling water evenly, then add the prepared cantaloupe filling, shape it into a gourd shape, tie it with red silk, and steam it in a basket.
Start kneading the red dough again, wrap it in peaches, and make red fruits.
Next, take the green bean paste and shape it into a long bean shape, and a green bean vine will be formed.
Looking at it, Yu Jian said "Huh". The method of making pastries during the Manchu-Han Banquet is actually very similar to that of Sushi's boat pastry. The ingredients used and the production methods are almost the same. However, Jiangnan's boat pastry pays more attention to the shape.
With a sense of transparency, what Zhang Hua does is probably more substantial and simple, close to the original ecology.
"What? It looks like a boat spot?" Zhang Hua asked while moving his hands.
Yu Jian nodded: "There are indeed some places that are the same."
"Although the Manchu-Han banquet originated from the palace, most of the dishes are a combination of different places. The only difference between the north and the south is the taste. Besides, the white table can be used for everything. With a little flour and different things, I can make ever-changing things.
.Chestnut cake, purple sweet potato cake, water chestnut cake, adzuki bean cake, pea yellow..."
There is nothing I can't do, only you can't think of it.
Zhang Hua gave him a look, and Yu Jian understood.