Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 116 The despised brat, Jiang Feng
When it comes to New Year's Eve dinner, it's natural that everyone can't just immerse themselves in eating like usual.

They chewed the sweet and sour short ribs, the fragrant white meat vermicelli, the soft and salty pancakes, and the shiny braised pig's trotters. Every meat dish was so delicious that you couldn't wait to devour it. Lower tongue.

Feng Xia suddenly said, "Fourth brother, your skills seem to be getting better and better."

When Su Qingfeng heard these words, he felt refreshed.

Can you please?

The ground-pot chicken and braised pig's trotters in front of him were all practiced by him countless times in the system space, and finally upgraded to a one-star deliciousness.

It’s weird if it doesn’t taste good!

When he thought that the ground pot chicken in the bowl was the delicacy obtained through his continuous hard work, Su Qingfeng poured two more bowls of rice and two more noodles.

The final result...is that I am full.

He was leaning on the chair with a slumped belly, listening to the conversation of his family, and was very interested.

Li Jing was next to him and poked his waist, "Have you bought any firecrackers? How about I lend you some for tonight?"

Su Qingfeng gave him a look of disdain, "How old are you, and you still want to play with these things."

Li Jing made a sound, took out a few flying monkeys from a small box that was brought over, and said with some pride, "Stop pretending to be a fool in front of me, brother. I have firecrackers, but you forgot to buy them, so you forgot to buy them." Do you despise me?"

"Well, when it's dark at night, I'll lend you a few and we can play together."

When the two little ones heard what they said, they stopped stroking the little puppy Dot and turned to look at the firecrackers. They were a little scared, but more excited.

It’s Chinese New Year, so of course we have to set off firecrackers.

It's just that my family was poor before, so firecrackers could only be held in the hands of adults, and there weren't many for their children to play with.

Su Qingfeng sneered.

Even the flying monkey wants to seduce him.

I saw him put down the dishes, walked into his room, and easily pulled out a large box.

The box looked heavy, but there wasn't much dust on it. You could tell at a glance that it had been taken out and used recently.

What's in it?

Li Jing suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Su Qingfeng opened the box.

One hundred and two hundred whippers, two kickers, soaring monkeys, and a few types of fireworks and firecrackers were all neatly placed in the box.

To celebrate the New Year, we need an atmosphere.

Without Spring Festival couplets, without dumplings, without firecrackers, what is the New Year?
Of course, these days, there is no Spring Festival Gala.

Su Qingfeng patted the box, smiled and showed his white teeth, "Do you want me to lend it to you for fun?"

Li Jing was shocked.

"You actually got something like fireworks and cannons?"

Su Qingfeng didn't speak, just smiled and said nothing.

However, in Li Jing's view, Su Qingfeng at this time always had a touch of a master's demeanor.

When he said this, Su Siwei quietly straightened his back.

This year is the first time my son has celebrated the New Year since he became sober.

It was rare for a child to want something to play with, so Su Siwei tried every possible means to get this thing done properly.

As for this 19-year-old man, is he still a child?

Su Siwei said that in the heart of a father, his son will always be a child.

After a small show off, several juniors from the old Su family gathered together to discuss how to set off firecrackers at night.

The old lady and the old man looked at this scene without saying anything, and their expressions softened.

They originally thought that if they separated after the Chinese New Year, they would be incompatible with each other. However, they did not expect that after what happened in Qingshan Village, the whole family would turn their hostility into friendship.

Considering the current situation, even if the families are separated, the brothers will not be inseparable from each other forever. It is still no problem to help each other when they need help.

only……

In this lively occasion, the old lady somehow suddenly thought of her third son.

Her heart sank suddenly.

On a good day, the old lady exhaled gently and covered up the water in her eyes.

In this way, it is already very good.

The most important thing in life is to be content.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, Su Qingfeng walked into the room. He was about to close the door and get some sleep. Just as he was closing the door, a hand suddenly got stuck in the crack of the door.

Su Qing almost let go and didn't let the door catch the hand outside.

When he opened the door and took a look, the man who was looking around like a thief was not Su Siwei, so who was he?
Seeing that he was carrying two net bags with some food in them, Su Qingfeng understood.

I'm just afraid that they have to meet those people again.

Su Qingfeng followed him and quietly walked out the door.

Or maybe they are father and son.

They both chose the small path up the mountain, which was shaded by trees, and because today was New Year's Eve, they were both hiding at home, waiting for their wives and children to warm up, so they had no intention of running up the mountain.

But even so, Su Qingfeng and Su Siwei, both of whom exuded caution from the bottom of their hearts, still didn't make much noise.

But halfway through, Su Qingfeng's keen senses seemed to detect some movement, and he pulled Su Siwei in front of him. The two of them did not mind the cold, lying down in the snowdrift and looking into the distance.

At this glance, I really found a person.

Su Qingfeng's eyes were bright, and he could tell at a glance that the person in front of him was the pock-marked man who had been looking for him not long ago.

As for the other little boy, who was only about twelve or thirteen years old, half of his face was covered with burn marks, and he looked extremely scary.

But from the intact face of the other half, Su Qingfeng could judge that if the little boy's face had not been burned, he should be considered a handsome little boy.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Su Qingfeng told Su Siwei what he saw, and then he understood.

Su Siwei told Su Qingfeng that the little boy's name was Jiang Feng.

Su Qingfeng's first reaction was that it was a very energetic name.

He has a lot in common with the child's wolf-like eyes.

I could hear Ma Chenggong's voice coming from the other side. He was smiling, but this smile... was more threatening and arrogant, a little sinister: "One piece of jade pendant, and you want five kilograms of millet." ?Jiang Feng, did you not understand the situation?"

He shook off the bag in his hand and sneered, "Who dares to accept your things in this village these days? Remember, you are the one begging me to accept your things, not me begging you to take your things." Jade pendant.”

"Five pounds of bran, no more."

Jiang Feng wore a tattered jacket, which was covered with patches and had a few holes from time to time. However, what was exposed was not white cotton, but reed wadding that was not frost-resistant at all.

When the cold wind on the mountain blew, he was shivering with cold, and half of his intact cheeks were black and red, making him look even more ferocious and ugly.

His two hands hanging by his side were clenched tightly into fists, "Uncle Ma, it's Chinese New Year, and I want grandpa to eat better." Ma Chenggong seemed to have heard some joke, "Grandpa? You Jiang Feng Your grandfather has died a long time ago, and now you are the only one in your family. Which grandfather will you give good food to?"

"Bah, that's not an excuse for being greedy. You're a landowner brat, what's the use of eating so well?"

After saying that, Ma Chenggong pulled directly, took away the jade pendant, and threw down a bag.

Jiang Feng stood there, silent for a long time, and finally picked up the bag.

The moment he opened it, Su Qingfeng looked into the distance and fell silent when he saw the contents of the bag.

It's a bag of bran.

In the previous life, it was just food for pigs.

Even in this day and age, eating bran is a throat-irritating thing.

Su Siwei patted Su Qingfeng on the shoulder and signaled to continue moving forward.

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Village entrance.

Still in tattered condition.

But when I opened the door, the room was much better than when I first arrived, which was as cold as a cellar.

I saw a briquette stove secretly hidden in an inconspicuous corner of two rooms, which can be used for heating and cooking.

It's said to be cooking, but in fact it's just wild vegetables and the like, boiled casually and added with some salt, which is considered a prevarication.

Even with the chef Lin Duanyang here, the problem is that it is difficult for a clever woman to make a meal without rice.

With only a few raw materials, it’s possible that we can still make flowers.

Seeing Su Qingfeng and Su Siwei, father and son, braving the heavy snow, brought them so much food on New Year's Eve.

Although these things are not expensive.

But there is a saying that goes well, adding icing on the cake is not as good as providing timely assistance.

Even though they and Su Siwei were initially involved because of interests, under his behavior, everyone couldn't help but feel a little sincerity.

As for Su Qingfeng, in their opinion, he is a young man with a pure mind.

Lin Duanyang looked at Su Qingfeng, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became. Coupled with the good holiday atmosphere today, his little idea came to his mind.

After looking through the contents of the bag, there was actually a plucked and cleaned chicken.

Lin Duanyang once again sighed at the delicate thoughts of father and son.

He picked up the chicken, pulled Su Qingfeng and walked out, "Let's go, Qingfeng, let them chat first. It's a sunny day, let me show you my skills. How much you can learn depends on your ability."

Hearing these words, Su Qingfeng's eyes suddenly lit up.

If he remembered correctly, Lin Duanyang was a master chef of Shandong cuisine. He once opened a restaurant where only dignitaries could eat.

If he could learn something from him, even if it was just a little bit, it would be enough for him to benefit a lot.

When Su Siwei heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

The road is paved, son, it depends on how you go.

Let's learn something from Lin Duanyang. Let alone taking the Level [-] certificate, even the Level [-] certificate is more than enough.

What Lin Duanyang planned to teach Su Qingfeng today was a special basic skill - whole chicken and bone removal.

This technique is often used in dishes such as Budai Chicken and Three Sets of Duck.

Moreover, of these two dishes, one is a major dish in Shandong cuisine and the other is a famous dish in Huaiyang cuisine. Not ordinary people can learn this unique craft.

Although Su Qingfeng has a system, so far, he has only been exposed to home-cooked dishes and has never encountered such "high-end" things.

He stood aside and tried hard to study Lin Duanyang's techniques. He just took a small notebook and a pen to record them down.

He was determined to learn, and Lin Duanyang was also determined to teach.

When deboning the whole chicken, he deliberately slowed down and sometimes even explained the key points to Su Qingfeng.

Sometimes when Lin Duanyang thinks about the past, he can't help but want to laugh.

If it were in the past, he was still a first-class master in the Shandong Cuisine faction. How could he be so kind and pleasant when he was teaching his disciples, and even explain and give instructions in person.

If he didn't scold those guys, he already had a good temper.

However, Su Qingfeng did not disappoint Lin Duanyang.

I don’t know if it’s because he is not too old, but he still has a bit of wild imagination when cooking.

To put it simply, this young man has spiritual energy.

It's suitable for this business.

After deboning the whole chicken, Lin Duanyang said with a smile, "It's a pity that I don't have anything to practice with. You can think about it more when you go back and see if you can understand it."

Having said that, Lin Duanyang understood with some regret in his heart.

Cooking is not something that can be understood just by thinking about it.

You still have to practice and practice.

Just at this time, there was a sudden rustling sound in the snow. It sounded like the originally soft snow had been stepped on and compacted.

Lin Duanyang squinted his eyes and looked forward. When he saw the person coming, a smile appeared on his face, "Xiao Feng, I don't know how many times you Aunt Song said this to me today. I thought you wouldn't come. Come on, hurry up, hurry up." It’s cold outside, let’s go inside and talk.”

Xiaofeng?

Su Qingfeng stopped thinking in his mind and turned to look at the person named Xiao Feng.

The boy in front of him was short, with half-disfigured cheeks and a gloomy temperament. He looked like a wild wolf cub with thorns all over his body.

But it was Su Qingfeng and his father who saw Jiang Feng successfully making a deal with Ma on the way here.

Is he the landlord's brat that the villagers call him?
Su Qingfeng looked at the cloth bag in his hand, feeling a little complicated for no reason, but then came doubts.

Jiang Feng...how did he know these old people?
Su Qingfeng was not short, and standing next to Lin Duanyang, he was someone no one would ignore.

Jiang Feng saw Su Qingfeng at a glance.

He recognized Su Qingfeng.

He had gotten to know Su Qingfeng before when Su Qingfeng and Li Jing brought a group of children to have extra meals in the evening.

Among the children, there were only three adults, one was the girl Yingchun, the other was Li Jing who cooked as if he were poisoning, and the third one was Su who could turn the most ordinary raw materials into magical things. Breeze.

The food cooked by Su Qingfeng is really delicious.

Whenever he was too hungry to sleep at night, he would run to the base of the wall outside the broken house, smell the fragrance, and chew the grass roots, as if he could really eat that delicious food.

But reality always slaps him in the face.

He is the son of a landlord.

He doesn't deserve it.

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