Chapter 621 Bringing your own cooking utensils
"Thank you, old man!" Zhou Zhi smiled happily. Although this thing is not valuable, in the eyes of those who know how to appreciate it, it is still a top-notch handicraft. With a story like today, It is indeed worth collecting.
After dragging his things and waiting at the door for a while, the old man actually pushed a bicycle out. There were pots, pans, shovels and other things hanging on the back of the bicycle, making a lot of noise.
I wore an apron around my waist and sleeves on my arms.
When Zhou Zhi was stunned, he saw the old man take out a piece of white paper and stick it on the gate of the small courtyard.
The old man himself is a master of calligraphy. He was immersed in the orthodox regular calligraphy of the old time. His every stroke is well-organized, but he has formed his own style. It is generally out of body of Ouyang Xun. At the same time, he has fully absorbed the temperament of the two kings, and he can also It can be seen that it was influenced by Liang Shizheng, a great calligrapher in the Qing Dynasty and Qianlong's calligraphy teacher.
This is very similar to Qi Gong. You can see many similarities in their calligraphy.
What was written on the paper was a small poem:
A young friend from the capital of Shu came to the capital, and
everyone knew his talent after hearing it.
Invite each other to discuss the story of Mian Tang.
It is not too late to finish drinking.
This poem is very straightforward, only using an allusion at the end, comparing his wife to a literary gentleman who sells wine.
The wine is gone. There are two meanings here. One refers to Wenjun selling out the wine, which is of course a metaphor for his wife getting off work.
Er Zhi said he had finished his drink and asked Wenjun to send some over quickly.
No matter which way you understand it, the meaning of the last sentence is: Madam, when you come back from get off work, come to the Mian Tang house to meet everyone, don't be too late.
As for what it means, the wife who has been with the old man for many years can have a tacit understanding.
Only an elegant person can understand such elegance. At this moment, Zhou Zhi felt that the emotional life of this old couple must be very harmonious.
At the same time, I have an indescribable admiration for the old man. I picked up poems and calligraphy at random. This is called "a true celebrity comes from the wind".
However, Zhou Zhi was curious about the bits and pieces on the back of the old man’s bicycle. How could anyone bring their own cooking utensils when visiting his home?
I didn't dare to ask, for fear of offending someone and making me feel itchy.
On the other hand, Ma Weiwei explained to Zhou Zhi that it turned out that the old man was really a gourmet food connoisseur. Not only did he like all the major cuisines, but he could also make many dishes and develop them.
Wang Zengqi, Huang Yongyu, Qi Gong and others who have a close relationship with the old man all like the old man’s food the most. In addition to Mrs. Wang’s cooking, the old man also looks down on other people’s food. He is often asked by his friends to cook his own food. I even developed the habit of bringing cooking utensils to other people's homes.
The old man can play to the extreme in everything he plays in his life. The recognition of him by the food industry can be traced back to the first National Famous Master Cooking Performance Appraisal Conference in 1983, when he was one of the three invited consultants. You can tell.
During the dinner, the old man reviewed more than 80 famous chefs and more than 400 dishes, and proposed to evaluate the level of cooking skills in five aspects: color, flavor, shape and utensils, which later became the general standard for evaluating Chinese dishes.
"You know how to cook, too. Your "Sichuan Flavor Talk" Lao Wang recommended it to me. It's interesting." The old man pushed his bicycle and smiled: "So I can't run away today, so let's work together."
"The elder dare not give up his life." Zhou Zhi smiled and said: " As long as you don't force me to do hard work, everything else will be easy to deal with!"
As soon as I walked to the Miantang House, I saw Fei Guan walking out in a hurry: "You know, something big happened? ”
“What’s the big deal, Mr. Fei?” Mr. Ma asked.
“I heard that the National Expo bought two counterfeit goods at the Daliushu ghost market yesterday and was cheated out of a hundred thousand yuan!” Yu Bin said on the side: “You didn’t even ask us when you went to Daliushu yesterday! You didn’t buy anything. Right?" Fei Guan said: "The water there is too deep, and even the national experts can't figure it out. If you really buy something, it's best to take it to Mr. Wang."
“Didn’t everyone get caught and the money was recovered?” Mr. Ma was a little confused: “This kind of thing is not the norm, it’s just an accident. It may not be as mysterious as you heard. "
"You are still well-informed." Yu Bin gave a thumbs up.
Fei Guan's eyes were already straight: "You...this pair of human figurines...are not from the National Museum. Did you buy them?"
"This story is a little long." Mr. Ma was delighted: "Mr. Fei, haven't you been clamoring to pay a visit to my master? Just pretend that you didn't see the true god inviting you here?"
"Mr. Wang? Where are you? Oops!" Fei Guzhe noticed that the man holding a bicycle beside him, wearing a straw hat, sleeves and apron, who looked like an old worker, turned out to be a top figure in his industry: "I'll do it, I'll do it, How can you let Mr. Wang push the bicycle himself..."
Zhou Zhi was a little helpless, holding the blue and white calligraphy pen holder of Lao Kang in one hand and the bundle of green onions distributed to him by Wang Shixiang in the other: "I really don't have time in my hands..."
"Forget it. Let me do it, you can't push it well," the old man said with a smile.
"Come in, please come in." Fei Guan had transformed into a little fanboy who had met his idol at this moment. He opened his mouth to lie: "I know that you like bird food cans, sir, so I will give them to you this time. I brought a piece of Qianlong gold tracing powder I'll give you the colorful bird food jars..."
"Haha, no, no, no, why don't I keep collecting your things?" Wang Shixiang said with a smile: "I have already given me a set of big cat raw bone bird food jars. ”
Fei Guanyou cast his resentful eyes at Zhou Zhi, meaning do you have to be so stuck in every move?
Just listen to Wang Shixiang say: "If you can cook, you will cook two Sichuan dishes in a while!"
"Ah this..." Fei Guan couldn't help turning his head and glanced at Zhou Zhi, His eyes became more resentful.
"You can help the old man peel the onions in a moment," Zhou Zhi hurriedly asked, "What do you want to cook?"
"I'll make you braised sea rice and onions."
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"Oh." Zhou Zhi didn't dare to answer the conversation again. What he was thinking was, can he eat braised sea rice and green onions?
Entering the inner courtyard, Mr. Qiao was sorting out today's harvest on the small stone table in the corner of the patio. Maps, tickets, colorful brochures, and scenic spot maps were all still there.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Zhi asked, and then introduced to Wu Qiaomu: "Mr. Wang Shixiang, member of the National Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee, special consultant to the Palace Museum, there are more names than I can introduce."< br>
“Old man, this is my sworn brother Wu Qiao Mu, our Jiachuan version of "Dragon Hidden Sutra" was found by him after he took me around many places in his hometown."
"You are young and promising." Wang Shixiang extended his hand to Wu Qiaomu in a friendly manner. Shake hands: "You are so tall, why do you have paper balls stuffed in your nose?"
"I don't know why, but I suddenly got a nosebleed while visiting the Old Summer Palace." Jiang Wu said.
"It was probably caused by ginseng, sea cucumber, deer antler, and abalone skirt." Zhou Zhi probably knew what was going on, and he smiled and was not nervous at all.
"I found that you are a bit evil." Mr. Qiao glared at Zhou Zhi: "Yesterday I ate two portions and you didn't remind me?" , just let it flow out.”
Master Qiao: “…”
(End of this chapter)