Trafford’s Trading Club

Daddy Song is a traditional person, but doesn't seem to mean he can't accept the new trend.

Ancient parents should have difficulty accepting that their child dyes hair like Song Cherry - for her, even the long eyebrows are dyed the same color.

“Seen it? When?” Father Song was curious about the meeting between Song Cherry and Rochu.

Song Cherry sat down at this time. The Eight Immortals table has only four stools, but there are five sets of bowl chopsticks.

Song Cherry's stool was arranged on the right side of Lochu, and the left side of Lochu was Song Haoran - of course, the Eight Immortals table was spacious enough for those sitting there not to feel crowded.

Song Cherry sat down and said frankly: “I heard there was a VIP in the cold house, so I took some tea from your grandfather to greet him. ”

Luo Qiu smiled: “Miss Song also told me about Junshan silver needle. ”

“Oh, really?” Daddy Song smiled and looked at Roquette. “Don't look at the child as if he's a little disobedient, but tea making is a good kung fu. ”

“It's a shame someone chews peony and doesn't know how to appreciate it.” Song Cherry smiled.

Lo Qiu wasn't very angry - he really didn't appreciate it, and secondly, the young lady Song Jia, although she had a somewhat opposing taste, planned to use force much better than when a real dragon from a pet hospital first met.

“Yeah, a little wasted.” Rochu nodded, "I don't know how to taste, it just feels okay. And when Miss Song made the tea, it was very pleasant. ”

“Thank you,” said Song Cherry, thanking her generously. "I'll take that as a compliment. ”

Song Hao ran easily gap out Song Cherry showed a bit of hostility at this time, he looked back and forth between Lo Qiu and Song Cherry, then looked at Papa Song helplessly.

The palm of his hand is meat and the back of his hand. Although Lo Qiu was the only Song family member he found, he also drowned in the heart for the children of his late sister - Song Hao Lan was much older than Song Cherry.

Although it is a relationship between uncle and nephew, the pattern of relationship is more like a feeling between brothers and sisters.

Papa Song smiled again and looked at Rochu and asked: "Rochu, do you think Sakura looks good? ”

Lochu thought about it for a moment and said, “Miss Sakura should be a beauty that fits perfectly with the aesthetics of the public. ”

"- [sic]“ I'm asking you. ”

Looking toward Song Cherry, in the black and white world, that group of spirits hidden in the brilliance of life fluctuated, and Rochu said softly: “It's very special, it emits a fascinating glow. ”

Song Hao Run was stunned by Zhang Qu, as if he had known Lo Qiu for the first time. Song Cherry frowned, always feeling under the sight of Lo Qiu, subconsciously trying to find a place to hide.

But... she was suddenly a little nervous. These problems of Papa Song were so sensitive that almost everyone could see some sort of reckoning in Papa Song's mind.

“Is that like?” Daddy Song's eyes lit up and he followed suit.

Song Cherry became nervous all of a sudden… nervous but not revealed, but at the same time focused on his hearing.

“I like beautiful things.” Lochu said softly, "but not between men and women. ”

You won't have a girlfriend... Song Hao Run subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows.

Father Song nodded, but said: "Everyone loves beauty. Appreciation is a good thing... It's getting late, Five. Serve. ”

“Yes, sir. ”

Uncle Wu tapped a few palms, then a group of maids, left and right in rows, five each, no one held a different dish to serve.

Uncle Wu introduced each dish, “Ham sprouts soup, made with a good flame of golden Chinese ham and dried sprouts, the bottom of the soup is made of old hens, cabbage, dried shellfish and old ginseng. Fire flavours glycerol, while shoots dry fresh. The soup song final is also cloudy, ‘The solo meritocracy has earned fame, the blood derailment can be slightly regenerated; a taste of ginseng juice should be known to be dedicated to Fang Hong’...”

“This is‘ eggplant ', dried with eggplant cut into slices of marinated vinegar, accompanied by a variety of chicken meat, mushrooms and seven other fungi, five-incense tofu dried, asparagus, and dried fruit mixed with oil and seasoning,‘ eggplant ’flavour is salty, intensely bad, slightly sweet and bright. Besides, this dish comes from" The Stone Book ". Granny Liu visited the Grand Garden and is one of the most elaborate dishes described. ”

“This is…”

Nine dishes, it took more than ten minutes to complete each introduction… probably a necessary preparation before enjoying the food. The Song family seems to have gotten used to this tradition, and Luo Qiu can't help but think of Ren Ziling at this time.

If she was here, she probably wouldn't care so much, but the last dish just stuck it in her mouth.

When the last dish was served, Daddy Song suddenly stood up and took a jar from the servant's hand and placed it in the center of the Eight Immortals table. He looked at Rochu and said: "Buddha jumped off the wall, just ten dishes, and took the perfect meaning. ”

Lochu nodded.

Song Haoran said at this time: "Lo Qiu, do you know that we Song family must eat the Buddha jump wall made by elders. ”

Rocciu was curious: "The rules of the ancestors? ”

"- [sic]“ Let me tell you a story. In the Ming dynasty, there was a family, and the family was surrounded by people. Only two mothers and children depend on each other. Mother was a helper in a tavern who poured tea and water. Because of poverty, children had never enjoyed anything and were often bullied. On her tenth birthday, the child's mother returned late, but when she returned, she brought back a Buddha's wall made of a variety of precious ingredients. Guess how the child's mother got these precious ingredients? ”

Rochu thought, “Is it leftovers? ”

Papa Song nodded: “Yes, that's the rest of the dish. On that day, a large family gave the elderly a very luxurious life. But there are plenty of leftovers at each table. So the mother took a little something from the different tables, put it in the jar, and took it home. ”

Papa Song kept looking at Rochu's face, “This mother did not hide the history of the Buddha jumping off the wall in this jar. She told the child that when these dishes were made, the cook had tried the flavor, so the first person to eat them was actually eating the rest of them. You're no different from other people's children, and you're also a rich person. ”

“The child later took the merit test and the family path gradually developed. He later established a family rule that, regardless of future generations, poverty or wealth, elders must personally make a Buddha jump wall for their descendants. Do you know why? ”

"'Is it sweet and bitter?" said Rochu. ”

Father Song shook his head and said positively: "This is for future generations to know, we will give you the best. No matter how we get this thing, it's what we give it and we do our best to give it. I have eaten, your grandfather has eaten, Hao Lan has eaten, and Song Cherry has eaten. We Song family have eaten. Only you and your father haven't eaten. ”

Song Tianyu stood up, silently picked up the fifth set of bowl chopsticks, put a spoon in the bowl, put it next to Rochu, and then added another spoon to Rochu's bowl.

“Today, I'll cook it for you myself, and you'll eat it with him. ”

Lochu nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip, closing his eyes. The emotions poured out were easily dissolved in the taste buds, perhaps the reason for Papa Song's story, or the reason he had an extra bowl around him.

The rich and intense soup glides through, and the memories of the flavor flash, as if the distant space-time mother and son were in front of her.

In the dark yellow candlelight, in front of the wooden table, the mother herself raised a bowl of Buddha jumping walls.

She then sewed clothes for the child, and he ate them deliciously.

Rich and distant, but the warmth of candlelight is all around.

Luo Qiu suddenly understood that his grandfather was in the mood when he opened up his enemies for Song Tianyu and that Old Song had been searching for relatives for decades.

It's an inheritance.

For centuries, the spirit of this Buddha jumping wall has been concentrated from generation to generation.

The previous generation leaves a mark on the next through the taste.

Give you the best.

“Very warm and heartwarming.” Lochu dropped the bowl, smiled and dropped a tear.

The cold house is not cold.

……

……

“Clothes, mattresses, all new, I don't know if I'm used to it, just stay. ”

After the meal, old man Song had long since left. He had spent exactly two days preparing the meal for the evening. For his age, it was quite difficult to eat, so he went to rest early.

Perhaps he also needs a quieter private space to rekindle his mood.

Song Hao ran into a classy room and stretched out his lazy waist: “I'm tired too. That's it for today. Rest well. Someone will show you the place in the morning. ”

Lochu nodded and spent his time in the room.

He sat at the desk and turned over a book that Papa Song had sent to Uncle Wu. He said it was a book. In fact, there were only a few simple pages. The practice of this Buddha jumping wall, which he had eaten tonight, was said to have been passed down from his ancestors. Every Song family must learn to cook this dish.

It's a lonely book, passed down from generation to generation, and the writing is a little blurred.

When Lochu thought about it, he took out the paper and pen and slowly copied it down.

Soon afterwards, the sound of knocking on the door came out of nowhere. When Lo Qiu had collected the recipe for the new transcript number, he opened the door and the person he saw was Song Cherry.

“Miss Song, can I help you? ”

Without the cheongsam, which is very good at capturing her ketone body curves, her hair just spreads around behind her casually, and the freshness of this bath.

Cowboy skirt and short sleeve shirt, looking at the cool, she was leaning against the door of Rocchu's room at this time. When Rocchu opened the door, she looked up and down and said softly: “It's quite an act. ”

“somewhere. ”

"My grandfather was a very emotional man, especially his own family," said Sung Cherry. However, don't think you can do whatever you want in the Song family by saying something nice in front of my grandfather, putting on a few tears, and pretending to be a good boy. ”

“Rest assured, I am not interested in the Song family's wealth.” Rochu smiled slightly: “I came here just to find out about my grandfather. ”

“Really?” said Song Cherry softly. "I wonder if you can say such beautiful words after you really understand the financial and power of our Song family? ”

“At this late hour, looking at Miss Song's outfit, are you going out? Then I'll leave you alone.” Rocciu was cold.

Ignoring Song Cherry's face, Lo Qiu closed the door with his hands.

But at the moment when the door was about to close, his palms were lying on the door, and Rochu asked, "Is there anything else? ”

Song Cherry bluntly said: “Grandpa asked me to give you a tour guide tomorrow and have a good tour. But there's nothing to see during the day. Now go. ”

“Now?”

Song Cherry blinked. “Why, are you afraid I'll eat you? Only at night can you see more… but if you don't like it, no problem. Tomorrow I'll find you a tour guide at the travel agency, so don't count on me, because I have a lot of work ahead of me. ”

“Okay, then please trouble Miss Song.” Lochu nodded.

“Call me Song Cherry.” Song Sakura said softly: “How can you say that you also have Song family blood on you? That's what your grandfather would dislike. ”

“So where are we going?” Lochu smiled.

“Follow me. ”

……

……

Song Hao ran just washed it out. Uncle Wu knocked on the door and sat down with a towel. At the same time, he poured himself a glass of tequila. “Uncle Wu, what's the matter? ”

“Young Master, Miss Cherry just left with Master Qiu. ”

“Sakura?” Song Hao ran and then frowned. "Did Dad know? ”

Uncle Wu shook his head: “The master was tired for two days and fell asleep when he returned to his room. I didn't wake him up. However, I have called a team to keep up, and nothing should go wrong. ”

Song Hao shook the glass on his hand and sighed: “I'm not afraid of the danger of finding them, I'm afraid Sakura will lose something. ”

“Miss Sakura?” Uncle Wu couldn't help but be surprised: “How is that possible? ”

Song Hao ran laughed: “Don't look at my nephew who just found me. He has no temper and gets along well. But in fact, this kind of person is the real oil salt that doesn't come in. What Papa said today, we have a number in mind. It is also normal for Sakura to react...”

Uncle Wu said: "Sir, I want to ask you something... What do you think of this Master Qiu? ”

“So you don't think the same thing as Sakura?” Song Hao said softly.

Uncle Wu frowned: “My eldest son and grandson, this is what the master himself said... and it seems that he also intends to kiss and kiss..."

Song Haoran shook his head and looked at the whirlpool of tequila shaking out of the cup. “I, Song Haoran, can't we build another Song family without this Song family property? ”

“I didn't mean to deny much less ability. ”

Song Hao smiled and looked out the window at night: “Life is still a bit of a challenge so it won't be boring... Besides, he may not see the Song family yet. ”

“Can't you see?” Uncle Wu was stunned: “The Songs are...”

“Probably an intuition.” Song Hao suddenly said: “What he sees may not be what we see… may not be what we see. ”

Song Hao suddenly sipped the tequila in the cup, playing with the 'Sun God badge’ worn on his body, and said to himself: “That look is like that black horn giant python...”

PS1: There was a delay, I just saw it, thanks to the adorable owner of the book buddy 'feathers' reward.

PS2: Lower your head to capitalist forces...

PS3: There are additions, there must be additions... these days Chongyang Festival Journey is busy, so not today, tomorrow (maybe), day after tomorrow (no door), day after tomorrow (should be feasible)...

PS4: Don't throw big bananas...