In the quiet room, father and son sat opposite each other.
Lao Han had just undergone a major operation and was supposed to be resting at home. At this time, he was showing signs of fatigue and could barely support his body with his arms.
Han Yubai wanted to go over and help him, but he stopped him. Old Han's voice was a little hoarse: "You did something wrong today."
That’s it again!
From the time he took over Jinfulou, his father rejected all his decisions.
Han Yubai gasped and closed his eyes patiently. When he opened them again, he had adjusted his emotions and replied indifferently: "What is right? What is wrong?"
Old Han shook his head: "No, no, no, you shouldn't let Wang De do anything behind your back. If Yu Jianguo had no back-up, what would happen to today's banquet?"
"That can only be blamed on his poor cooking skills. Besides, I have already made Wang De ready and can take over at any time." He had already prepared for the worst, and there was no way he could really use Jin.
Fu Lou pushed towards the fire pit.
He was just unhappy. His father would rather trust an outsider than let him give it a try.
"Ahem -" Old Han coughed a few times and looked at his son, "Since your mother passed away, you have become more and more extreme in everything. I know you hate me, so I forced you to take over Jinfulou. But.
Just like you, I treat Jinfulou as my own son. I really don’t hope that Jinfulou will be gone before I’m buried..."
Han Yubai's hand on his knee had already been clenched into a fist. In his father's heart, Jin Fulou was always the most important. But he didn't understand, is it really that important to guard this false inheritance?
Lao Han has experienced the torture of illness, and there is no trace of black hair among his originally gray hair. Even so, he still feels uneasy when something happens.
Han Yubai looked at his father's earnest face, his eyes were cold: "I know."
No matter what Lao Han said, he just listened and couldn't reply.
"Boss? Are you there?" Outside the door, the waiter knocked on the door and asked in a low voice.
Lao Han responded: "I'm here, what's going on?"
"Mr. Jin has something to tell you."
Old Han slowly stood up from the chair, and before leaving, he said the last thing: "Go and try the food cooked by Yu Jianguo and his daughter, and then think about it carefully after eating."
He stumbled and opened the door. The waiter outside quickly stepped forward to hold his hand and helped him walk towards the box.
Han Yubai's eyes were dark, he didn't know what he was thinking...
Finally, I called someone outside the door, said a few words, and then continued to close the door of the quiet room.
"Brother! How are you?" Jin Changguo looked at Old Han's frivolous steps, patted his back to comfort him, and kept sighing, "We are all at this age, and the body is the most important.
Let young people worry about everything!"
Old Han smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling the feeling himself. The box was bustling with excitement, and the senior brothers were noisily drinking wine. Old Han asked: "How was today's meal?"
Jin Changguo said: "I was just about to say, brother, you are serious!"
The young boy left home and his eldest brother returned home, but he hadn’t been back to his hometown in almost twenty years. He knew that today’s hometown meal must have been specially prepared for him by Lao Han. He had remembered it in his heart and should go back and have a look.
, while I can still move around, even if there are no relatives there.
From a distance, another waiter came over with a plate. Jin Changguo accidentally glanced at it. It was a huge high-foot plate with a large pile of pink peaches in it.
Take a closer look and you will see that it is a pastry that looks like a peach. Could it be...
He cheered up, asked the waiter to add a seat, and pulled Lao Han to sit next to him.
"Here comes the red peach cake, may the world be filled with golden peaches and plums!" The waiter said auspicious words and placed the high plate in the middle of the table.
The shape of red peach cake is like a flat red peach. After steaming, the color is pink and auspicious, crystal clear and translucent.
Jin Changguo picked one up from the plate with trembling hands and put it in front of Old Han: "Brother, this is a symbol of longevity in Chaozhou. I will lend the flower to Buddha and wish you good health."
Old Han was a little moved, with some moisture in his eyes, and said: "Okay."
Jin Changguo picked up another one. The red peach cake was about the size of half an adult's hand. The skin had a waxy aroma of flour. When he bit it, he quickly ate the fillings, dried shrimps, diced bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms inside.
The taste is mixed and collides with the lard, making it delicious.
Jin Changguo seems to have returned to the village in Chaozhou. During the ancestor worship that year, the whole village was busy. His grandmother and the grandmothers in the village were sitting at the door, pinching the skin of the rice cake bit by bit. Smoke from the kitchen was everywhere.
With the fragrance of glutinous rice.
Grandma secretly broke off half a piece of steamed red peach cake and gave it to him. He hid by the dog hole in the corner and took a big bite. It tasted like this...
Jin Changguo silently ate all the rice cakes in his hands bit by bit, even picking up a shrimp that accidentally fell on the table and put it into his mouth.
This meal was like a home away from home. Several fellow students were not satisfied with it and made an appointment to have another meal another day.
Old Han couldn't hold on anymore and left first. Jin Changguo was too old after all. Everyone sent him to the entrance of Jinfulou Building. The driver was already waiting. He rolled down the window and said to several people: "Go back early.
Let’s rest, and let’s get together again when the economic unit is decided.”
After several people agreed, he safely asked the driver to drive.
Tang Jingling also wanted to take care of the drunk Li Jingguo, so she asked a driver to leave first. Tang Yuan leaned on the pillar next to the door and played with a lighter, waiting for someone to come out.
Han Yubai had already seen Tang Yuan waiting at the door, passed by without squinting, opened the car door and stepped into the driver's seat.
"Hey-" Tang Yuan shouted.
Han Yubai continued to ignite the engine.
At this time, Tang Yuan was no longer calm. He took a few big steps, pulled away the co-pilot and jumped on: "When we meet old friends, you treat me like this?"
Han Yubai was already in a bad mood. After hearing what he said, he stared at him and asked impatiently: "What on earth is going on?"
Tang Yuan smiled mischievously, walked up to him, and asked, "Where did you find the chef? His skills are pretty good... When I came back last time, it didn't taste like this..."
"What exactly do you want to say?" Han Yubai frowned.
"You know I'm also going to open a restaurant, right? Leave it to me? Anyway, what do you think about Jin Fulou..."
Han Yubai interrupted him directly: "Don't even think about it! You open a Western restaurant, and I'm a Chinese chef!"
Tang Yuan sneered: "They all have the same cooking skills!"
After listening to Lao Han's words, Han Yubai asked the chef to pass the dishes. There was not much left, only a small plate of peony agarwood, a bowl of pork belly and chicken soup, and a piece of red peach cake.
The sourness of the agar-agar, the smoothness of the chicken soup, and the sweetness of the rice cakes, these three small dishes made him indulge for a long time.