After Zhang Yu expressed his intention to come, Chef Wen said boldly: "What's the trouble? It's just a matter of fire."
After saying this, everyone was happy again: "Brother Zhao still has a good vision and knows that I am good at my craftsmanship."
Zhang Yu responded with a smile: "No, my uncle said that the braised pork you braised Uncle Wen is the best braised pork he has ever tasted."
This sentence made Chef Wen even happier. He took the pork belly from Zhang Yu's hand, looked at it, and praised: "The meat is good."
The piece of meat that Zhang Yu took out was indeed good. It was fresh and tender, moderately fat and thin. It was a very standard three-layered meat. It was only a small amount for a pig. He took out all of it. Half of it was left at home, and the other half was in his hands.
Carry.
"Then Xiaoyu, please wait here for a while, and I'll go stew it for you."
After Chef Wen finished speaking, he returned to the kitchen, and soon the smell of braised pork came from the kitchen.
To be honest, Zhang Yu was a little greedy when he smelled this fragrance.
I used to think that I was good at my craft, but now it seems that I need to specialize in the art.
An hour later, Chef Wen walked out of the kitchen with a large plate full of braised pork. The attractive color and aroma made Zhang Yu swallow his saliva.
He stretched out his thumb and praised: "Uncle Wen, this is your craft."
After hearing Zhang Yu's praise, Chef Wen smiled so hard that his teeth almost came out.
Because he was going to a nursing home, Zhang Yu didn't stay at Chef Wen's place much.
After chatting with Chef Wen for a few words, he took out his lunch box from his bag and filled it with a full lunch box of braised pork.
Zhang Yu brought out a lot of meat today. Even if he packed away a box, there would still be half left on the plate.
Looking at the half of the braised pork left, Chef Wen wanted to go to the kitchen to get him another lunch box. Zhang Yu smiled and refused: "These are enough. The rest is for me to lend flowers to Buddha and honor Uncle Wen.
Don’t be dissatisfied with the small quantity.”
"You kid, as a chef, how can I survive without meat? Take it back, take it back!" Chef Wen had a straight face, but he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
The younger generation feels happy that they are more than anything else.
Zhang Yu didn't want to continue to shirk the conversation with Chef Wen, so he left a sentence: "Uncle Wen, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first." Then he left in a hurry.
The nursing home is not close to where Zhang Yu lives now, so riding a bicycle alone is not enough.
However, since Zhao Wenzhuo asked Zhang Yu to visit the elders, he could not have thought of this.
Zhao Wenzhuo asked someone to inquire last night and heard from his old commander that a truck was going to deliver supplies to the nursing home today.
Zhao Wenzhuo made an appointment with someone through his relationship with the old officer and asked Zhang Yu to ride in his car at noon today.
The truck transporting supplies would pass nearby at 9:30 in the morning, and Zhang Yu was waiting at the agreed place before 9:00.
At 9:50, Zhang Yu and his bicycle got on the truck heading to the nursing home.
After stumbling all the way, I finally arrived at the place before noon.
After a series of complicated identity verifications, Zhang Yu was finally approved to enter the nursing home.
When the security guard took him in, Chief Zhang was eating.
Although Zhang Yu doesn't come to the nursing home frequently, he always comes two or three times a month since he visited the elderly for the first time.
As time passed, the invisible barrier between the two people gradually disappeared.
The old man's attitude towards Zhang Yu became more and more relaxed, and the two of them got along more closely, starting to behave like a normal old man and a junior.
No, when he saw Zhang Yu, he smiled and extended his hand to invite him to come over and have something to eat together.
Zhang Yu didn't refuse. After a whole morning of tossing, he was really hungry.
Seeing Zhang Yu's rude look, the old man felt even happier.
He directly pushed the portion of rice in front of him to Zhang Yu and said with a smile: "You eat first before I take a bite."
After saying that, he called to the guard beside him: "Go get two more portions of rice, and ask if there are any meats and vegetables in the kitchen. If so, give me one."
The old man's voice was particularly loud, and most of the people in the cafeteria could hear it.
Everyone looked in Zhang Yu's direction, and when they saw it was Zhang Yu, a look of understanding appeared on their faces.
Although they are old friends, most people don't know what the relationship between him and Zhang Yu is?
After seeing this scene and looking at Zhang Yu's appearance, those who had some impression of his old friend's appearance when he was young had a guess in his mind.
Seeing that the guard was going to get food, Zhang Yu hurriedly took out his satchel that had passed several checkpoints and asked: "Is there a place where I can heat things here?"
"Yes, give it to me, I'll heat it up." The guard did not ask what was in the lunch box, but directly reached out and took the lunch box from Zhang Yu's hand.
Five minutes later, the guard came back with hot dishes and rice.
Zhang Yu took the lunch box and opened it. Looking at the lunch box full of trembling braised pork, the old man's eyes also showed a hint of joy.
The guard on the side widened his eyes, looking at the old man's eagerness to try, his eyes full of disapproval.
The guard said with a grimace: "Chief, you can't eat braised pork."
Hearing this, the old man's face instantly drooped, and he quibbled: "Why can't you eat it? This is the braised pork that my younger generation brought to me all the way. You have all checked it and it is not poisonous. Why?
Won’t you let me eat?”
After saying that, he waved the guard to leave. He finally got back his food and didn't want to listen. The guard kept chattering in front of him.
The guard refused to leave with a grimace on his face and kept urging: "Chief, Dr. Yu specifically warned you last time that you are not in good health. You must eat lightly and not eat so much meat."
Hearing this, Zhang Yu's hand holding the lunch box hesitated.
He looked at the old man and then at the guard, wondering if he had done something bad with good intentions?
Seeing him like this, the old man was afraid that Zhang Yu would be persuaded by the guard, so he directly pressed down his hand, put the braised pork on the table, then turned to look at the guard and said: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm in good health.
, you won’t die after eating meat once.
Besides, life is all about eating and drinking!
If you can’t eat it, then what’s the point of living if you’re not allowed to drink it?”
After saying that, he looked at Zhang Yu again, hoping that he would be soft-hearted.
Seeing that the two people didn't respond, he started to show weakness again: "I will eat it just this once, just this time today! I almost forgot what meat tastes like!"
Zhang Yu couldn't stand it anymore.
Because he didn't know the old man's physical condition, Zhang Yu was unsure whether to let the old man continue eating or to listen to the guard and put the meat away.
Seeing Zhang Yu in a dilemma, another old man sitting next to him smiled and came up to him: "Okay, Lao Zhang, how old are you? You still bully two little kids, is it fun to make them change their faces?"
