Ten years as a substitute!Now that she leaves, she regrets it too much

Hearing what Jiang An said, Mr. Wang couldn't help but laugh: "Actually, it's not necessary. I know he is busier than me over there."

"Young people should spend more time on work."

"We old guys are in good health now and we can't cause trouble to others."

While Mr. Wang was talking, he did not forget to take out a cigarette to entertain them.

Seeing that the old man was about to take apart the cigarettes and send them to them, when Jiang Anzheng didn't know how to refuse, Wang Xu spoke: "Dad, I don't smoke."

"And what you just said is a bit false."

Wang Xu took out his e-cigarette and took a puff: "If you think young people should do their own thing, then why do you leave the two of us at home?"

"Because you are so trouble-making!"

Being a father didn't give him any face at all, so Wang Xu was silent at that time.

As for the old man, after knowing that they did not smoke, he naturally put the cigarettes on the desk, then turned around and took out a bottle of 30-year-old collector's edition Maotai from the wine cabinet.

"You guys must not have eaten all the way here."

"Changyong said that he hopes I can entertain you. I'll cook a few dishes myself after a while, and then we'll drink this wine."

Speaking of this, the old man couldn't help but add another sentence: "Although today is the first day we meet, I can see that you still have a good drinking capacity."

"It's fine if you don't smoke, but it's weird if a businessman doesn't drink."

Hearing the old man's words, Jiang An just smiled helplessly, but Lin Xixi on the side was a little confused: "How do you always know that they can drink?"

"I just didn't see it."

"That's easy to say." Mr. Wang laughed and lit a cigarette himself: "Don't we have an old saying that tobacco and alcohol don't separate families? If you smoke but don't drink, you will walk in this world in vain. If you drink and don't smoke, you still have to make up for half a pound of white clouds. side."

"This is all determined."

Lin Xixi, who was hearing this for the first time, found such slang both amusing and confusing.

"What's that next to the white clouds?"

"A wine."

At this moment Ruojia spoke: "When Lao Zhang went out to socialize before, someone once gave him a bottle. I saw it."

"oh oh."

Lin Xixi nodded: "Does the old man mean that people who drink and don't smoke drink half a pound more than others?"

"readily!"

Mr. Wang slapped the table: "Then what's the decision?"

……

On the dinner table!

Jiang An was a little nervous now, especially Lin Xixi beside him, who became silent at this moment.

Just because of what he said just now, Mr. Wang suddenly changed the preparation of one bottle of liquor into two bottles!

And he also named Jiang An and told him to drink half a catty more wine as classmate Xiao Lin said.

Half a pound of wine!

For Jiang An, it is actually not difficult, but drinking half a catty more will make the difference.

"Xiao Lin, if I drink too much today, you have to shoulder the responsibility of taking care of me."

"Don't worry, I will protect you."

At this moment, Lin Xixi had nothing to say except nodding.

At the same time, since the liquor is ready, the wine glasses must of course be distributed and displayed.

When he saw the wine glass in Wang Xu's hand, Jiang An was stunned again: "Do you really want to use such a big cup?"

Generally speaking, when drinking Moutai, it is best to use the included cup. The quantitative design allows people to better taste the flavor of Moutai.

But now, where did Wang Xu get the cup? It turned out to be a three-and-a-half-cup cup.

At this moment, Jiang An thought of the Northeastern people's enthusiasm at the wine table, and his head was really big.

But Wang Xu said now that using such a cup is still taking care of them.

"When my father drinks, he usually uses a big teapot."

A big tea vat is an enamel tea cup from the past, so it is described as a vat because it is really big.

Usually there are some words printed on it, such as United Production or something, which is quite an object with a sense of the past. Hearing this, Jiang An hurriedly shook his head: "I think this cup is pretty good."

"It's okay. Good wine doesn't go down well."

Wang Xu chuckled, and at this moment, the door to the private room was opened, and the food was officially served.

Mr. Wang prepared a total of eight dishes and two soups today.

All the dishes displayed on the table are all unique northern delicacies.

"Everyone, I've made a little more unique dish."

At this moment, Mr. Wang, who had been busy for a long time, also came back and sat down. After taking off his chef uniform, he looked less serious than before.

"Sorry, this is an old habit of mine. Master told me this when I was an apprentice."

"When cooking, you must be strict and focused, otherwise, the food will not taste good."

"Come on, let's have a drink first! Then I'll introduce you to the highlight of today!"

"Wait a moment."

Seeing the way Mr. Wang was raising his glass, Jiang An had to say it in advance: "Old man, just like what we just said, I will definitely drink more. I keep my word."

"But can you please stop drinking so fast?"

Jiang An is now worried that the old man will give them a toast and he will do it.

In that case, he really couldn't stand it.

Can Mr. Wang refuse him? The old man smiled slightly and said, "Don't worry, I don't have the habit of bullying young people yet. I'm just a little thirsty. You can do whatever you want."

After speaking, the old man raised his head and drank the full glass of liquor. It looked like drinking plain water.

At this scene, Jiang An instantly knew that he was definitely not as good as others.

And in today’s drinking bureau, it’s not so easy to bear the past.

But don't look at what he can do here, but Zhang Zhejie is still there because he can't resist it. As the person in charge of drinking in Jianghu, can he sit there honestly at this time?

"Mr. Wang."

With a slight smile, Zhang Zhejie stood up directly with the cup in hand: "As I said just now, Lao Jiang and I are not only superiors and subordinates, but also good friends and brothers!"

"And we have been brothers for many years, and we are subordinates later, so as his brother, I will have a drink with him."

"You can see it?"

"Of course."

Mr. Wang nodded heavily, but he had something to say clearly: "You can have a drink with me, but Xiao Zhang, you must pay attention to your health."

"do not worry!"

Following Mr. Wang's behavior just now, Zhang Zhejie drank the large glass of white wine in an instant; in fact, it was Miss Chen's credit that he drank like this now.

Since being defeated by her last time, Lao Zhang's drinking capacity has increased a lot.

"Well done!"

Watching him finish the big glass of wine, Mr. Wang happily clapped his hands. He likes such straightforward people: "At first, I thought you were from the south, so you weren't so cheerful!"

"Okay now! Just for this reason, we two need to drink a few more drinks in a while."

After quenching their thirst, Mr. Wang solemnly introduced the dish to them.

"This is what Changyong said. The chicken slices are called Furong Chicken Slices. Actually, that's not very appropriate. The real name is Fat Chicken Slices!"

"It may look bland, but the taste is definitely different. The key is this process!"

When talking about the process, the old man talked a little more. He didn't mention other seasonings or anything else. The production of this chicken fillet is quite particular.

The meat of floating oil chicken slices is not cut out, but all the meat of the whole chicken is removed from the tendons, skin and fat, then ground into a meat paste with a stone mortar, then seasoned, and then added with water to adjust to a suitable concentration. Use a spoon to scoop it out and cook it little by little in a low-temperature glazed pot.

Moreover, the old man's technique is even more traditional. When making minced meat, he must wash away the blood of chicken bone marrow and so on at the same time, and then mix it in.

Wait until the chicken slices are smooth and cooked, then use boiling water to remove the remaining fat on them, and then rinse them with ice water.

"A lot of people don't follow this procedure alone."

It seems that Mr. Wang, like Jin Changyong, is very troubled by the unruly modern practices: "If you don't ice it, the meat slices will be too soft and have no texture. You must balance smoothness and toughness!" (This chapter) over)