How can I get the porcelain job without this diamond? I gave half of my copy to my daughter Yu Jian, how can I take that half back again?
Whoever you love wants it, but he doesn’t want it anyway.
Yu Jianguo chewed the beef in the bowl vigorously, drank all the soup base in the bowl, threw the bowl away, wiped his mouth casually, and looked at him with disdain.
Yu Jianping was so angry that he slapped the table: "This belongs to your old Yu family!"
"Your surname is not Yu?" Yu Jianguo looked at him.
…
Yu Jianping was speechless for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt something was wrong. He said why the old man was so kind, taking him in with his parents dead, teaching him cooking skills, and even recognizing him as his godson.
Are all the co-authors waiting for him here?!
Yu Jianping speculated in his heart, and felt more and more that the old man's methods were really extraordinary.
If Mr. Yu knew what he was thinking now, he would crawl out of the coffin and beat him, and by the way, he would also beat the unscrupulous Yu Jianguo.
Just when Yu Jianping was slandering, Yu Jianguo curiously picked up the leather brochure, opened a corner and took a peek, and saw a few big words: Mr. Changli went to Chaozhou...
Yu Jianguo thought he had read it wrong, so he simply opened the whole page and read it word by word. While reading, he raised his head and looked at Yu Jianping with puzzled eyes.
What is this? I can understand every word, but I don’t understand what it means when connected together. Junior brother, can you explain?
Explain what? It seems like I can understand it. Yu Jianping received his signal, looked sideways and touched his nose. This book has been with him for so many years, and he has almost torn it out.
In the first few sentences, I can barely understand the thoughts of the ancestors of the Yu family.
He said: "You, Lao Yu, probably want to replicate the dishes that Han Yu ate when he went to Chaozhou."
Yu Jianguo was shocked: "Are our ancestors... so educated?"
Before he finished speaking, a lighter flew past his scalp. Yu Jianping stared: "How can you talk?!"
Well... Yu Jianguo, who knew he was in the wrong, put away his playful smile, but still had doubts: "How to reproduce it? Just from this poem?" It was too childish.
When Han Gong went to Chaozhou, Chaozhou people, from eighty-year-old women to five-six-year-old children, knew it clearly. However, thousands of years have passed and it is too difficult to operate.
Moreover, this booklet only seems to have more than a dozen pages. Most of the first part is filled with popular historical and cultural knowledge, and it also uses poems and words to praise the beautiful scenery of my hometown. On the other hand, the last few pages contain a few ambiguous dishes, both in terms of methods and ingredients.
, they are all so... nondescript.
Yu Jianguo threw the booklet away and had a headache: "That's it? You might as well burn it in the stove." What's the use?
Then, another lighter flew over.
Dad Yu was angry: "Where did you get so many lighters?"
"I once saw the old man studying it." Yu Jianping said calmly. Sure enough, Yu Jianguo calmed down and just turned to look at him, "There is a row of Han Gong's collected works on his desk. Do you remember it?"
When the old man was free, he would always draw and write at his desk. It turned out that the old man was supplementing his cultural knowledge. I think he had planned to continue the research on recipes at that time.
"But...but I've never heard him say..." Yu Jianguo was dumbfounded.
"Which of the things here can still exist in the world? Many ingredients have been classified as rare animals." No matter how crazy the old man is, he will not do anything illegal.
Indeed... Yu Jianguo's eyes turned to the cowhide booklet. No matter how you looked at it, it was useless.
"You'd better take it back." He pushed the book aside in disgust. As soon as he moved to the other end of the table, Yu Jianping slapped the back of his hand.
"After all, this is a family heirloom of your Lao Yu family. Now I have returned to Zhao intact. How to deal with it is your business. You must not leave it in my hands again." You made a mistake once, do you still want to make him feel guilty for the rest of his life?
"Okay then! I won't argue too much with you. I'm just saying that you have to go back and kowtow to the old man to admit your mistake and apologize." Yu Jianguo didn't hesitate, lest he feel troubled again.
Yu Jianping glanced at him with disdain: "You still have to say that? I will go back with you for the Chinese New Year this year."
Only then did Yu Jianguo cross his legs with satisfaction.
This time has passed, and another time has come.
Yu Jianping touched the cigarette case unconsciously. He was about to take out a cigarette, but then he thought of Yu Jianguo's words yesterday. He stopped halfway with his outstretched hand, and held a lighter in his hand.
"You have left Jinfulou now, what are your plans next?" Yu Jianping knocked on the table.
Huh? This is a good question. But he has no idea yet, and Yu Jianguo trembles his shoulders.
"What do you think about opening a restaurant I told you?"
Yu Jianguo was shocked again and looked at him with a complicated expression. Are you serious? He thought he just said it casually because he was deeply in love.
"Are you quitting the breakfast shop?" Yu Jianguo asked.
"I want to reopen the Yu's restaurant!" Yu Jianping's voice was very quiet, but it was loud and clear.
…
Yu Jianguo spent the whole day in fantasy.
First there was half a messy recipe book, and then there was Yu Jianping who was always talking about rebuilding Lao Yu’s restaurant...
The key is! In the midst of many sensational and touching memories, he, he, he suddenly got excited and slapped the table and shouted: "Open!"
God knows, this was just a joke between him and Yu Jianping when they were young, although they were said in front of the ancestral tablet in the ancestral hall.
Yu Jianping burst into tears: "I have been dreaming about the old man this year... The old man didn't blame me for stealing the recipe. He only asked me if what I said back then still counts. What can I say? Of course I said it did.
ah!"
They all say that you can't do anything with your words. The two of them were less than ten years old at that time, and they were not even tall enough. What happened to the old man? Did he remind them in a dream to keep his promise?
Yu Jianguo rummaged through the boxes and found his passbook, counting the zeros behind the numbers with a heartbroken expression. If he wanted to open a restaurant, the money to buy a house would have to be misappropriated. He was also thinking about buying a house near the school when his daughter comes to the capital to study next year.
I'm afraid this won't be possible.
When Yu's mother entered the room, she saw Yu's father looking down at his bankbook and said with a smile: "Why, you still got the bankbook?"
Father Yu stroked his heart, which was filled with deep pain: "I want to open a restaurant with Jianping."
Oh! This is strange. In the past two years, he was asked to come out and establish his own business early, but he refused to do so. Now that Jin Fulou has resigned in a roundabout way, it seems that he has been opened up to the two channels of Ren and Du.
But Jianping must have persuaded him to do this, otherwise this idiot would never have thought of it.
Mother Yu snickered a few times, took out her mobile phone and clicked a few times.
Not long after, Yu’s father received a text message on his cell phone. He glanced at it nonchalantly, then glared for a moment, then turned and pointed at Yu’s mother in a stuttering voice: “You…you…you actually hid your private room.
money!"
Eliminate...
Knowing that this fool couldn't say anything nice, Yu's mother put her hands on her hips and said, "No? Then come back!"
forgive me……
Updated so late.
I had written it a long time ago, but I forgot to save it, so I tried again and again and wrote it again!!