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At less than six o'clock, it was pitch black outside the window, and only moonlight was left.

In the center of the living room of the mansion, a square table enough for seven or eight people to sit down without being crowded was placed.

Whether in Daqingshan or Ningyuan, the respected old man Li sat down with a pure black walking stick, with a kind smile on his face, he looked around and said, "Yes, not bad."

His hair is already silvery white, and the wrinkles on his face are like gullies, but it doesn't give people the feeling of being old-fashioned, but rather energetic.

Zhang Xiaojian felt that because of his arrival, the atmosphere might become serious and quieter.It was as weird as a group of young people were having a birthday party, and his father suddenly came back.

But in fact it did not.

After saying hello, Ren Yao was still running behind Ye Mozhu's ass.

Luo Yu sat still pulling Gao Qingsong and asked about the game experience of Xiuxian.

Zheng Weixun sat next to the old lady. The two seemed to share a lot of topics, talking about antiques.

And he looked left and didn't know what to do, so he had no choice but to come to the western-style kitchen next to Liu Mei who was helping with the cold dishes.

Liu Mei saw Zhang Xiaojian and said, "Should you not sit on the table?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't think this was a good proposal. He shook his head: "I'll get familiar again."

Liu Mei pointed to the flower that Ye Mozhu had carved out of carrots, tomatoes, and other ingredients not long ago: "Then put it on the plate together."

Zhang Xiaojian shook his head again: "How did I find that Ren Yao is not too enthusiastic about you?"

The question was straightforward because Zhang Xiaojian didn't use Liu Mei as an outsider.

Liu Mei answered very directly: "Perhaps she would think of herself when she was young when she looked at me?"

Ok?

Zhang Xiaojian didn't understand: "Isn't it supposed to be the more you like it as you watch it?"

Liu Mei said: "Do you think I would like me when I first entered the society, who climbed up unscrupulously?"

Zhang Xiaojian didn't agree with this point of view, but wanted to go down and say that it is not suitable for this occasion, so he said: "Then I will help you set the plate."

But it didn't take long for Liu Mei to have a soul triple strike.

"Clumsy."

"Don't show up, the more you show up, the more ugly."

In the end Liu Mei even pinched his waist and said angrily: "Zhang Dong, why are you doing it, okay?"

Zhang Xiaojian said without hesitation: "Okay..." It may be because these three combos are a little too like the second aunt, he habitually respects the elderly...

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In the Chinese kitchen, Ye Mozhu glanced at the watch on his wrist, and made sure that the steamed crabs would be out of the pot in twenty seconds.

Ren Yao still stood beside her with a red wine glass, smelling the scent, and always asked an irrelevant question. Because Ye Mozhu concentrated on cooking, the answer was generally perfunctory.

Ren Yao asked: "How old are you?"

"15."

"So young, so well developed?"

"Mr. Ren... I'm saying that there are still 15 seconds left."

"That's well developed."

Ye Mozhu: "..." Putting on anti-scalding gloves, opened the steamer, a rush of heat drifted out.

Zhang Xiaojian walked in at this moment, and just wanted to ask if I could help.

Look at Ye Mozhu holding a large tray and hurriedly walked out, yelling: "Get out, get out."

So Zhang Xiaojian hurriedly retreated, feeling that he was rejected again.

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Zhang Xiaojian, who couldn't help anyone in the kitchen at all, wisely chose to quit.

He returned to the living room and found that there was nowhere to stay. He didn't want to listen to Lao Luo talking about games, nor could he understand the old lady talking about antiques with Zheng Weixun.

Had to sit quietly next to the old housekeeper.

The old butler was also very quiet, squinting his eyes and seemed to be smiling forever.

After sitting down, the two of them didn't deliberately talk, they just looked at each other and nodded slightly, and then they began to silence each other.

This kind of silence is very comfortable, because it seems that both of them know that each other just wants to be quiet, but it didn't take long for Ye Mozhu to shout: "Little sword, serve food."

Ok...

It sounds weird.

I always feel that it's right to call "Cuihua".

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At six o'clock on time, dishes were served one after another on the square table.

Knowing that it was Zhang Xiaojian's little girlfriend who was cooking, the later Zheng Weixun and Old Man Li did not expect much, but they never thought that the first dish they had just served would shock the two elders who had eaten countless delicacies of mountains and seas.

Gao Qingsong put a small jar of braised pork on the table.

The bright color, the fragrant taste, and the most important thing is that just by sniffing it, they know that this is an authentic method. The color is not soy sauce, but fried sugar, plus a little rot and white wine.

And Old Man Li and Zheng Weixun are both a little old, and they sometimes eat the taste of the time they lived in. The authentic way is undoubtedly the old way, and it is their favorite way.

So they are increasingly looking forward to the next dishes.

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Ye Mozhu's cooking today is all home-cooked dishes, and it's so common to have a look, it looks like ordinary people's New Year's Eve dinner.

Stir-fried vegetables are green in color, and tofu meatball casserole soup is not affordable. Open the lid and float a layer of pork meatballs of uniform size.

The steamed crabs were placed in the middle, steaming, and a basin of affordable large bone sticks were turned upside down, and the bone marrow was inserted with a straw.

The other dishes are also full of color, fragrance, and composition. They are placed on the table to form a landscape. With the smell of fragrance, people can't help but want to say: "Bring me a big bowl of rice."

Mrs. Li did say so, but he was not sure whether he cooked rice or not, so he asked instead: "Is there any rice?"

Of course there is.

Soon a few young people put a bowl of rice on the table. Zhang Xiaojian thought that as the host on this occasion, he should say something before the meal, but when he hesitated, people who could not wait already started to pick up the rice quickly.

"Qingsong, give me a small bowl of braised pork, I am too far away."

"Lao Luo, serve a bowl of soup for everyone."

"The beef is good, um, it's delicious."

"Little sword, please pass the spoon over."

Zhang Xiaojian quickly passed the pile of porcelain spoons in front of him, and within ten seconds, familiar voices sounded one after another again.

Luo Yu's "Hmm~~~mm~~~~mm~~~mm~~" has a low tone, which seems to be extremely sure of the taste of the food.

Ren Yao's "Hmm~~~mm~~~~mm~~~mm~~" The pitch is slightly higher, as if there are surprises every time she eats a dish, even if she has tasted quite a few.

Zheng Weixun’s "Hmm~~~mm~~~~mm~~~mm~~" is always high and low, it seems that different delicacies will make him emit different tones.

Old Mrs. Li and the old housekeeper were very stable in "Um~~~Um~~~Um~~~Um~~", but after a while, the corners of their mouths were fascinated and full of joy.

Zhang Xiaojian smirked twice as he watched this scene, and at this moment he found that the braised pork had bottomed out, so he immediately stretched out his chopsticks, righteously said: "I haven't eaten one piece yet!"

Who knows, at this time the chopsticks of the old man Li came first, and the old man looked at Zhang Xiaojian and smiled: "Come on, child, let it be for you."

If you really want to let it go, why do you stretch your chopsticks so quickly?

Of course, Zhang Xiaojian said of course: "You come, you come."

"You come, you come."

"Come on, I'm a kid, so I can grab meat from my elders?"

"Come on, I am an elder, and I can't grab meat with my children."

"Come on, come on."

"Come on, come on."

Ye Mozhu interrupted, "There are still some pork belly, should I make another one?"

Old man Li looked at Ye Mozhu, the little chef, and immediately put down his chopsticks: "Child, go quickly, I won't move this half bowl of rice for now, and I will eat it when you are ready."

Zhang Xiaojian: "..." Old man Li, who looked at the corners of his mouth, thought to himself, you are really...promising.