1. Father Song is a traditional person, but that doesn’t seem to mean that he can’t accept trendy things.
It would be difficult for traditional parents to accept their children dyeing Song Ying's hair color. She even dyed her long eyebrows the same color.
"Have you met? When?" Father Song was very curious about the meeting between Song Ying and Luo Qiu.
Song Ying sat down at this time. The Eight Immortals table only had four stools, but there were five sets of bowls and chopsticks.
Song Ying's stool was arranged on the right side of Luo Qiu, and Song Haoran was on Luo Qiu's left side. Of course, the Eight Immortals table was spacious enough, so those who sat down would not feel crowded.
Song Ying sat down and said calmly: "I heard that a distinguished guest came to Humble House, so I took some tea from grandpa and went over to greet him."
Luo Qiu smiled at this time and said: "Miss Song also told me the allusion of Junshan Silver Needle."
"Oh? Really?" Father Song chuckled, looked at Luo Qiu and said, "Don't look at this child as a bit rebellious, but he has learned the art of making tea quite well."
"It's a pity that some people chew peonies and don't know how to appreciate them." Song Ying smiled slightly.
Luo Qiu was not very angry. He really didn't know how to appreciate it. Secondly, although this Miss Song family whom they met for the first time was a bit quarrelsome, it was better than a real dragon who opened a pet hospital who planned to use force when they first met.
many.
"Yeah, it's a bit of a waste." Luo Qiu nodded, "I don't know how to taste it, but I just think it tastes okay. And when Miss Song makes tea, it's also very pleasing to the eye."
"Thank you." Song Yingluo thanked her generously, then smiled and said, "Then I'll take this as a compliment."
Song Haoran could easily spot the trace of hostility shown by Song Ying at this time. He glanced back and forth between Luo Qiu and Song Ying in embarrassment, and then looked helplessly at Father Song.
The palm of the hand is flesh and the back of the hand is flesh. Although Luo Qiu is a direct descendant of the Song family who has just been found, he dotes on his late sister's child from the bottom of his heart. Song Haoran is not much older than Song Ying.
Although the relationship is that of uncle and niece in terms of seniority, the relationship is more like that between brother and sister.
At this time, Father Song laughed again, looked at Luo Qiu and asked: "Luo Qiu, do you think Xiaoying is pretty?"
Luo Qiu thought for a while and said casually: "Miss Ying should be a beauty that fully conforms to public aesthetics."
Father Song narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm asking about you."
Luo Qiu looked at Song Ying. In the black and white world, the aura hiding the brilliance of life was changing. Luo Qiu whispered: "It's very special. It exudes a kind of fascinating brilliance."
After hearing this, Song Haoran opened his mouth in shock, as if he was meeting Luo Qiu for the first time. Song Ying frowned, feeling that she was subconsciously trying to find a place to hide under Luo Qiu's sight.
But...she suddenly felt a little uneasy. These questions of Father Song were so sensitive that almost anyone could see what was going on in Father Song's mind.
"That means you like it?" Father Song's eyes lit up and he asked.
Song Ying suddenly became nervous... She was nervous but did not show it, but at the same time she was extremely focused on her listening.
"I like beautiful things." Luo Qiu said softly: "But it is not a love between men and women."
You will not have a girlfriend... Song Haoran subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows.
Father Song nodded, but said: "Everyone loves beauty. Appreciation is a good thing... It's getting late, Lao Wu, let's serve the food."
"Okay, sir."
Uncle Wu tapped his palms a few times, and then a group of maids, arranged in rows on the left and right, five of them each, each holding a different dish in their hands, served the dishes.
Uncle Wu introduced each dish, "Ham and bamboo shoot soup is made from the best Jinhua ham and dried bamboo shoots. The soup base is made from old hen, cabbage, scallops and old ginseng."
.The fire recipe tastes sweet and mellow, while the dried bamboo shoots are fresh. "Tangtou Gejue" also says, "The ginseng alone is praised for its good skills, and blood can be restored after the blood is removed. If you take the concentrated ginseng juice, you should know that it is a powerful prescription."
'..."
"This is 'qieqie', which is made of dried eggplant cut into slices and pickled in vinegar, and mixed with various kinds of chicken fir, shiitake mushrooms and other seven kinds of fungi, spiced dried tofu, winter bamboo shoots, and dried fruits. Mix them with sesame oil and seasonings.
'Geggie' is salty and fresh, with a rich aroma, slightly sweet, and bright color. In addition, this dish comes from "The Story of the Stone", when Grandma Liu visited the Grand View Garden, and it is the most detailed dish described."
"This is……"
It took more than ten minutes to introduce the nine dishes one by one...probably this is a necessary preparation before enjoying the food. The Song family seemed to be used to this tradition, and Luo Qiu couldn't help but think of Ren Ziling at this time.
If she were here, she probably wouldn't pay so much attention, and would just take a bite of the last dish and stuff it into her mouth.
When the last dish was served, Father Song suddenly stood up, personally took a jar from the servant's hand, and placed it in the center of the Eight Immortals table. He looked at Luo Qiu and said: "Buddha jumped over the wall, exactly ten
A dish means perfect."
Luo Qiu nodded.
Song Haoran said at this time: "Luo Qiu, do you know that we, the Song family, must eat the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall made by our elders?"
Luo Qiu asked curiously: "Are these the rules of our ancestors?"
Father Song nodded and said, "Let me tell you a story. In the Ming Dynasty, there was a family with only four walls. Only the mother and son depended on each other. The mother was a helper serving tea and water in a restaurant. Because of poverty and low status,
The reason is that the child has never enjoyed anything and is often bullied. On the day of his tenth birthday, the child’s mother came back very late, but when she came back, she brought back a jar of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall made with various precious ingredients.
.How do you think this child’s mother obtained these expensive ingredients?”
Luo Qiu thought for a moment and said, "Restaurant, are they leftovers?"
Father Song nodded: "Yes, it's the leftovers. That day, a large family held a birthday party for the old man, which was extremely luxurious. But there were a lot of leftovers on every table. So the mother started eating from different places.
I took some from the table, put it into a jar, and took it home."
Father Song kept looking at Luo Qiu's expression, "This mother did not hide the origin of the Buddha jumping over the wall. She told the child: When these dishes were made, the cook had tasted them, so he was the first to eat them.
People actually eat what others left. There is no difference between you and other people's children. You are also a rich person."
"This child later obtained a good name, and his family gradually developed. He later established a family rule, that is, no matter what the descendants are, whether they are poor or rich, the elders must personally make a Buddha Jump over the Wall for their descendants.
.Do you know why this is?"
Luo Qiu said: "Remembering the sweet and thinking of the bitter?"
Father Song shook his head, and then said seriously: "This is to let the younger generations know that we will give you the best. No matter how we got this thing, it was given by us, and we tried our best to give it.
I have eaten it, your grandfather has eaten it, Haoran has eaten it, and Song Ying has eaten it. All of us in the Song family have eaten it. Only you and your father have not eaten it."
With that said, Song Tianyou stood up, silently picked up the fifth set of bowls and chopsticks, then put a spoon into the bowl, put it next to Luo Qiu, and then put it next to Luo Qiu's.
Added a spoonful to the bowl.
"Today, I will cook it for you with my own hands, and you will eat it with him."
Luo Qiu nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip, then closed his eyes. The emotion he poured into him easily melted in his taste buds. Perhaps it was because of Father Song's story, or perhaps because there was an extra person beside him.
The reason for the bowl.
The mellow and rich soup slipped by, and the memories brought by the taste also flashed by. The mother and child in the distant time and space seemed to appear before their eyes.
Under the dim yellow candlelight, in front of the wooden table, the mother also personally served a bowl of Buddha Jumping Over the Wall.
She then mended clothes for the child, which he ate with relish.
Wealth is far away, but the warmth brought by candlelight is close by.
Luo Qiu suddenly understood how his grandfather felt when he lured Song Tianyou away from his enemies, and also understood how Father Song had been searching for his relatives for decades.
It is a kind of inheritance.
For hundreds of years, this spirit of Buddha jumping on the wall has been condensed from generation to generation.
The mark left by the previous generation on the next generation through taste.
Give you the best.
"It's a heart-warming taste." Luo Qiu put down the bowl, smiled, and shed a tear.
The humble house is not cold.
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"The clothes and bedding are all newly changed. I don't know if I can get used to it. Let's live here for now."
After the meal, Father Song left early. He spent two days preparing meals for the night, which was quite overwhelming for his age, so he went to rest early.
Perhaps, he still needs a quieter private space to calm down his mood.
Song Haoran brought Luo Qiu into a unique room, then stretched and said, "I'm tired too. Just stay here today. Get some rest. Someone will take you to visit this place early tomorrow morning."
Luo Qiu nodded and spent time in the room by himself.
He sat at the desk and opened a book that Father Song asked his fifth uncle to send. It was said to be a book, but in fact it only had a few simple pages. The recipe of Buddha jumping over the wall that he had eaten tonight was said to be from his ancestors.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, and every Song family member must learn to cook this dish.
This is an only copy. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and the handwriting has become somewhat blurred.
Luo Qiu thought for a while, then took out paper and pen and copied it down slowly.
Not long after, there was a knock on the door suddenly. After Luo Qiu put away the recipes for the new copy number, he opened the door, and the person he saw was Song Ying.
"Miss Song, do you have anything else to do with me?"
She no longer wore the cheongsam that could outline the curves of her body, and her hair was just casually spread behind her, along with the refreshing fragrance after bathing.
Wearing a denim skirt and a short-sleeved shirt, she looked cool. She was leaning against the door of Luo Qiu's room. When she saw Luo Qiu opening the door and coming out, she looked up and down, and then said calmly: "Quite good."
He's acting."
"Where is it?"
Song Ying sneered and said: "My grandpa is a very emotional person, especially towards his relatives. However, don't think that you can just say a few nice words, shed a few tears, and pretend to be well-behaved in front of my grandpa.
If you look like this, you can do whatever you want in the Song family and get no benefits."
"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the Song family's wealth." Luo Qiu smiled slightly: "I just came here to find out more about my grandfather."
"Really?" Song Ying said calmly: "I wonder if you can still say such beautiful words after you truly understand the financial resources and power of our Song family?"
"It's so late. Looking at Miss Song's dress, are you planning to go out? Then I won't bother you." Luo Qiu said coldly.
Ignoring Song Ying's expression, Luo Qiu closed the door with both hands.
But the moment the door was about to close, his always white palm was placed across the crack of the door. Luo Qiu asked: "Is there anything else?"
Song Ying said calmly: "Grandpa asked me to be your tour guide tomorrow and have a good tour. But there is nothing interesting to see during the day, so go now."
"Now?"
Song Ying blinked her eyes and said: "Why, are you afraid that I will eat you? You can only see more things at night... But if you are not happy, it is no problem. I will still find a tour guide for you at the travel agency tomorrow.
Yes, don't count on me, because I still have a lot of work on my hands."
"Okay, then I'll trouble Miss Song." Luo Qiu nodded.
"Call me Song Ying." Song Ying said calmly: "Why do you still have the blood of the Song family on your body? My grandpa won't like what you call me."
"Then where are we going?" Luo Qiu smiled slightly.
"Come with me."
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Song Haoran had just rinsed out, and the butler, Uncle Wu, knocked on the door and came in. Song Haoran put on a towel and sat down. At the same time, he poured himself a glass of tequila, "Uncle Wu, what's the matter?"
"Young Master, Miss Ying just took Master Qiu out."
"Xiaoying?" Song Haoran was startled, then frowned, "Does dad know?"
Uncle Wu shook his head and said: "The master was tired for two days and fell asleep when he returned to the room. I didn't wake him up. However, I have already asked a team of people to follow me. There shouldn't be any problems."
Song Haoran shook the wine glass in his hand and sighed: "I'm not afraid that there will be any danger and find them. I'm just afraid that Xiaoying will suffer some losses."
"Miss Ying?" Uncle Wu couldn't help but be surprised: "How is that possible?"
Song Haoran smiled and said: "It doesn't matter that my newly found nephew has no temper and is easy to get along with. But in fact, this kind of person is the real insufferable person. We know what dad said today, Xiaoying
Some reactions are quite normal..."
Fifth Uncle said: "Young Master, there is something I want to ask you... What do you think of this Young Master Qiu?"
"It turns out that you and Xiaoying have different ideas and are not worried about the same thing?" Song Haoran said calmly.
The fifth uncle frowned and said: "The eldest son and grandson, this is what I said personally... Moreover, I seem to be interested in marrying him..."
Song Haoran shook his head, looked at the vortex of agave in the cup, and said calmly: "I, Song Haoran, am I unable to build another Song family without this Song family property?"
"I have no intention of denying the young master's ability."
Song Haoran smiled, then looked out the window at the night: "Life still has some challenges to keep it from being boring... Besides, he may not look down on the Song family."
"You don't like it?" Uncle Wu said in astonishment: "The Song family is..."
"It's probably an intuition." Song Haoran suddenly said: "What he saw may be different from what we saw...maybe."
Song Haoran suddenly took a sip of the tequila in the cup, while playing with the 'Sun God Badge' he was wearing, and said to himself: "That look is really like that black-horned python..."
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ps1: I only saw it after a delay. Thanks to the book friend "Yu Yan丶" for the cute review.
ps2: Bow to the forces of capitalism...
ps3: If there are additional updates, there must be additional updates... I have been quite busy these days for worshiping ancestors during the Double Ninth Festival, so it is not today, but tomorrow (maybe possible), the day after tomorrow (no way), the day after tomorrow (should be feasible)...
ps4: Don’t throw the big banana (crouch with head in hand to defend)...
