Chapter 772 Gift (1)
Still in the kitchen of Fenyuan.
If it weren't for the fact that the kitchen at this time didn't have so many modern kitchen utensils and the distinctive huge oven, Jiang Feng would almost feel that he had never entered his memory at all. Before entering the memory and after entering the memory, they appeared in the same place, giving him a sense of time and space intertwined.
This was Fenyuan more than ten years ago, and Zhang Guanghang was still a child. Compared with the memory Jiang Feng saw last time, Zhang Guanghang should be slightly older at this time, and he should be almost old enough to go to junior high school.
As a long-legged man of mixed Chinese and French descent who can grow to 1.88 meters in the future, Zhang Guanghang is already very tall at this time. If it weren't for the fact that his face is still green and tender, you can tell that he is still a child. Just looking at his back, he would say Maybe someone would believe him if he was a high school student or even a college student.
Of course no one would believe this look.
Under Xia Mubing's unique aesthetics, Zhang Guanghang wore a standard pair of colorful clothes that your grandparents love to wear for you, weird clothes that neither resemble children's clothes nor the clothes of old men and women, and carefully chopped vegetables.
The kitchen is very big, and there are only two people.
Zhang Guanghang was chopping vegetables and Xia Mubing was at the stove. Jiang Feng leaned over and looked at a fish in the pot. It looked like he was cooking a common dish like braised fish.
Outside the kitchen is the dining room for guests to dine. Standing in the kitchen, Jiang Feng could hear the guests talking loudly outside, laughing and joking, which sounded very lively.
Jiang Feng walked through the wall and came to the dining room, and found that there were quite a few guests today. All four tables were full, totaling a dozen people. Looking at the sun, it should be noon at this time. It is estimated that the sun is shining brightly in summer. The old-fashioned air conditioner in the dining room has an excellent cooling effect, but the noise is a bit loud and rumbling like an engine, which makes the guests at the table near the air conditioner have to scream. Chat with your voice open to make sure the other person can hear you.
"Old Zhao, I'm not telling you. You came to Master Xia's Fenyuan for dinner and you ordered braised fish. It's really a waste of the quota. I can't even order one dish for this person, but you, the braised fish, took up the place. Quota." The middle-aged man sitting closest to the air conditioner shouted at the top of his lungs.
"What happened to me when I ate braised fish? If you saw braised fish more than ten years ago, you would have drooled, but I just like this one. Then I say you are very talented. You can eat these abalone, shark fin and sea cucumber every day without getting tired of it." Zhao looked very dissatisfied.
"Okay, okay, why are you arguing about this? It's not like you don't know that this guy is a cat. He will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't eat fish for a meal. Besides, Master Xia is good at cooking this big dish, as well as ordinary home-cooked dishes. It would be nice to have some." Another person at the table came out to smooth things over.
The middle-aged man closest to the air conditioner just complained a few words without any other meaning. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, squinted his eyes and sighed: "Hey, if you ask me, Master Xia should hire a few more people." , there are a total of eight tables open every day, and it’s hard to grab a seat. Each person can only order one dish, which is not enough to eat.”
"It's because you don't understand." The man who just smoothed things over looked at him with a half-smile, "Do you think the reason why Master Xia's dishes are the most delicious is because he made them all by himself from beginning to end. It wouldn’t be the same if you hired someone else to do the cooking.”
"You know better, come and drink."
The three people at the same table clinked glasses with each other, so happy.
All three of them had loud voices. Although the dining room was large and the four tables were far enough apart, their conversation was still heard by the person next door.
Now that I heard it, a series of discussions must begin.
At the next table, a young man wearing a colorful shirt and a chain made of unknown material hung around his neck. If his hair hadn't been black, Jiang Feng would have mistaken him for a member of the Burial Love family and asked curiously: "Second uncle, when I was going to the bathroom just now, I passed by the kitchen and glanced in, and saw a man with blond hair. Who is that?"
"I just heard them say that Master Xia didn't hire any helpers?"
As soon as he heard it, he knew he was a newcomer, but he didn't even know who Zhang Guanghang was.
The second uncle in the flowered shirt subconsciously glanced at the kitchen door: "He is Master Xia's apprentice. I remember he seems to be an American."
"What an American? I'm French." Another person at the same table said.
"French? Master Xia is so powerful, even French people came to be his apprentice." Hua Shirt was shocked.
"That's not the case. Let me tell you, this Frenchman is very particular. I remember that he became Master Xia's disciple a few years ago. In the past few years, Master Xia traveled all over the city for a period of time, looking for people to deliver goods every morning. Is it fresh milk? I changed it to several stores just for this guy." The man said, "But if you ask me, drinking fresh milk might be really useful. If I remember correctly, this kid will be 13 or 14 years old this year. Look at his height, he doesn't look like he is 13 or 14 years old." Child, my son is sixteen and not as tall as him.”
"Master Xia went all over the city looking for milk a few years ago because of him?" The second uncle in the flowered shirt was also shocked. "I thought Master Xia was going to make some snacks or dishes. He thought the quality of the milk was not good enough, so he went all over the city looking for fresh milk. Where’s the milk?”
"Let me tell you, Master Xia raised this Frenchman as his grandson."
The others at the table nodded in agreement.
At this moment, what is Zhang Guanghang, who is raised as a grandson by Xia Mubing, doing?
He was being scolded by Xia Mubing.
When Jiang Feng entered, Xia Mubing had already scolded him, so he couldn't figure out why Zhang Guanghang was scolded, but he could probably guess that he cut the wrong vegetables, because at the end of his return to the stove, Xia Mubing One sentence is: "I can't even understand the words."
Four tables of guests, more than a dozen dishes, the portions are not large at all. Not sure whether it was because everyone was eating out in this way at this time, or because Xia Muping was selling vegetables in this way, Jiang Feng discovered that among the dozen or so dishes, except for the braised fish, the others were basically sea cucumbers and bird's nests. , abalone, shark's fin and other expensive dishes, even the vegetables are stir-fried with shredded sea cucumbers.
After finishing the guests' dishes, Xia Mubing started cooking his own dishes. Compared with the luxurious dishes they cooked before, Xia Mubing and Zhang Guanghang's lunch was much simpler.
One portion of fried vegetables, one portion of egg custard, one portion of twice-cooked pork, and one portion of winter melon and pork ribs soup, all eaten in the kitchen, which is big enough anyway.
What made Jiang Feng feel strange was that the master and the apprentice remained silent during the whole meal. Xia Mubing would think it was normal not to speak. Zhang Guanghang was only a child of about thirteen years old at this time and was not attracted by Xia Mu at all. I just scolded him for his autistic tendency. On the contrary, he seemed very excited during the whole meal and had a feeling of being ready to move.
Just don't speak.
The two of them were silent until Zhang Guanghang drank a full bowl of wine and burped uncontrollably, and then Xia Mubing spoke.
"Why are you eating so fast? No one is trying to compete with you." Xia Mubing looked disgusted.
Zhang Guanghang showed a silly smile that did not match his handsome face but matched his clothes very well. He opened his mouth with a standard Beijing movie: "Because the master's food is delicious."
Xia Mubing didn't have much reaction, and then started to care about Zhang Guanghang's study: "Have you done your homework? If you haven't done it, go and take a nap as soon as possible. After your nap, do your homework. You are going back soon, so don't fall behind in your studies. , don’t let your parents turn around and blame me for not supervising your studies.”
"I can't supervise you even if I want to. I don't know any of the characters in your book. They are all written like characters."
Zhang Guanghang picked up his chopsticks and took another bite of twice-cooked pork: "Master, have you decided how to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?"
Xia Mubing waved his hand: "What's there to celebrate? It's not a serious birthday. We adults are different from you children. We don't celebrate birthdays. When have you seen me celebrate my birthday?"
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Zhang Guanghang's big eyes were filled with even greater doubts, and he was a little puzzled: "But doesn't Grandpa Niu next door celebrate his birthday?"
"It was his sixtieth birthday. How can it be the same if my sixtieth birthday has passed earlier? Besides, it's not a serious birthday for me. What's the point of celebrating it?" Xia Mubing didn't care, got up and put away the bowl, "Go to bed quickly, sleep Finish your homework.”
"Oh." Zhang Guanghang stood up.
"However, my grandpa also celebrated his birthday a few years ago, and his birthday was not his sixtieth birthday." Zhang Guanghang still didn't quite understand.
"That's the most..." Xia Mubing almost said the words, but stopped temporarily, "Your grandpa's birthday is also different from mine."
After Xia Mubing finished speaking, he felt that this reason was too ridiculous. After thinking about it, he made up a new reason to fool Zhang Guanghang: "I am different from your grandpa. Your grandpa has a serious birthday, but I don't."
"Why?"
Xia Mubing paused: "I don't remember my birthday."
Zhang Guanghang:?
Seeing that Zhang Guanghang was determined to break the casserole and get to the bottom of the matter, Xia Mubing simply said what needed to be said: "You know about human traffickers, right?"
Zhang Guanghang shook his head.
Xia Mubing:……
"I don't know, it doesn't matter. It's just a profession anyway. Selling people is not legal now, but it was legal when I was a kid." Xia Mubing was not worried at all that saying such words to a child would affect Zhang Guanghang's outlook on life. Bei Wei, "When I was a child, my poor parents couldn't support me, so they gave me to human traffickers. Later, I came to Peking and was bought by my godfather."
"So I don't have a birthday. I don't even remember when my birthday is."
"But last month, Master, didn't you say that tomorrow is your birthday?"
"That was the day my godfather bought me. It's not a serious birthday, so there's no need to celebrate it. Go to bed quickly and do your homework after you sleep." Xia Mubing kept saying the same thing about homework.
"Oh." Zhang Guanghang still didn't quite understand, mainly because there was no content related to human traffickers in the education he had received so far, so he didn't understand what Xia Mubing meant by official birthdays and non-official birthdays.
Zhang Guanghang, who didn't understand the meaning of Xia Mubing's words, left the kitchen and walked towards his room while thinking about it. (End of chapter)