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Mr. Zhou was wearing a Tang suit, he was in high spirits, he looked very good, and he had a smile on his face.

"Accidentally, I brought many friends here, and they all want to taste the taste of this porridge!" Zhang Xiaohu laughed.

Old Zhou laughed and said, "In my place, few people come here every year. It's too late for the old man to be happy!"

Seeing the familiar appearance of Zhang Xiaohu and Mr. Zhou surprised the people behind, who didn't know that Mr. Zhou likes to be quiet the most and rarely likes to have people come to his door.

Nowadays, when a young man comes with a few people, it is usually difficult to get in. I didn't expect it to be so easy this time. It's like hell. [

Especially when they heard that they came to taste flower porridge, who didn't know that Mr. Zhou has a craft, that is to cook flower porridge specially, the taste of boiled flower porridge is not ordinary delicious.

Many people who came here especially wanted Zhou Lao to do it.

But very few people have this ability. They remember the last time they did it, it was at the beginning of the year, and I don't know how many people were excited about it.

In fact, flower porridge has been regarded as the best since its appearance, because it tastes good and is good for the body. It has always been a famous brand of Huamu Town, and it is also a scenery.

Although there are many flower porridge outside, the taste is not as good as Huamu Town, so those rich people like to come here and have a bowl of flower porridge in person.

...>

Walk into Zhou's old house.

Small bridges and flowing water, this is everyone's first impression.

It turned out that this place was arranged into a yard by Mr. Zhou. Just after entering the yard, there were flowers and plants everywhere, full of greenery.

It is indeed a good place for autumn, but this place can still have the atmosphere of spring all the year round.

Good mountains and rivers, enjoy life.

It is very appropriate to put these words here.

"Mr. Zhou, these flowers and plants should be more than five years old. No wonder, the flower porridge you cook is the first!"

Zhang Xiaohu couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

It is quite rare to be able to cultivate flowers and plants well, especially after five years, as vigorous as before. The important thing is that these tree species are not simple species.

Zhang Xiaohu has aura, so at a glance, he can understand the origin of these tree species. Ordinary people will regard them as unusual. In fact, the trees planted by Mr. Zhou are all valuable without exception. But it is priceless.

Elder Zhou felt that he underestimated the young man, so he asked casually, "How do you know that the flower porridge made by the old man is made of this material?"

Gao Qiang, who was walking behind, didn't see anything, "No way, why can't I see it!"

In fact, if Zhang Xiaohu hadn't brought it up, they wouldn't have known about it at all. In their eyes, the flowers and plants in the yard were beautiful, and they wouldn't associate with flower porridge. [

"Brother, do you see anything?"

Zhou Xiaoqin asked in a low voice.

Zhou Qing smiled wryly, "What can I tell? When I came in, I felt that the flowers and plants were full of vitality. I never thought that there would be such a doorway inside!"

Zhang Xiaohu pointed to his nose, "I'm very sensitive to flowers and plants."

"Extraordinary talent!"

Elder Zhou was also taken aback.

"That's why I can feel the flaws in Zhou Laohua's porridge!"

Zhang Xiaohu finally gave a reasonable explanation to solve such a matter, and the old man in the province asked why he noticed it.

Mr. Zhou suddenly realized, and praised, "You are the first person to tell the source of the porridge ingredients. It seems that you will not disappoint my old man!"

The yard is very large, especially near the creek. The flowers and plants here are growing very well. At first glance, it looks lush and full of nature, accompanied by the humidity in the wind.

"Old Zhou, are you still fishing?"

By the creek, there are several pairs of fishing tools, adding a lot of elegance.

"It's okay to be idle, learn to fish like Jiang Taigong!" Zhou Lao laughed.

……

Walk through the small yard.

Mr. Zhou invited them to the backyard.

The backyard is also leaning on the creek, and a few of the most common bamboo pavilions are built, but it gives people a unique feeling. It seems that they can throw away all the troubles and unhappiness in their hearts, immerse themselves in the small yard, and listen to the trickling water in their ears. Appreciate the beauty brought by the rising sun, and experience the rural atmosphere.

"The old man's place is crude, don't mind the little brother!"

There was no sign of displeasure on Mr. Zhou's face when he said this, on the contrary, he was full of complacency.

For people like Mr. Zhou, material life is no longer a big deal, and they are beginning to pursue spiritual enjoyment, such as health preservation and the like.

How to live well and enjoy life is the pursuit of people like Mr. Zhou.

"Mr. Zhou's place has beautiful mountains and clear waters. You can go fishing and drink a cup or two of green tea in your free time. Life is very leisurely!" Zhang Xiaohu thought about it and couldn't help but praise him. [

Zhou Lao laughed and said, "It seems that I found the right person today."

After a group of people sat down.

They don't look down on this kind of place. After all, the name of Mr. Zhou is here, the name of a person, the shadow of a tree, no matter which one of them is, they can't underestimate it.

"Taste the camellia from the mountains."

Elder Zhou came back again, already carrying a pot of tea.

No matter it was, Chen Xiaosheng and Zhou Qing were slightly taken aback, looking at Zhang Xiaohu, their eyes seemed to say, "What did you do that deserves Mr. Zhou's politeness?"

They have been here several times in Huamu Town. They want to visit Mr. Zhou. Today is the first time. How polite it is, it is also the first time. It is very different from the rumors outside. It makes people stunned and can't figure out why. .

...

Zhang Xiaohu doesn't like tea very much.

The elegance pursued by tea, a kind of artistic and spiritual pursuit, Zhang Xiaohu himself is far behind. For him, no matter what kind of tea is in his mouth, he looks almost the same.

The only exception is the aroma~~

"Mr. Zhou, this tea is strong but not greasy. It has a light fragrance. The tea should come from a century-old tea tree!" Chen Lei picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Zhou Lao said, "It seems that you are also a tea lover!"

Chen Lei smiled lightly, "Mr. Zhou, you are wrong. My vision is from my grandfather."

Mr. Zhou was curious, "Could it be...you have tasted this kind of tea? Impossible...I don't know who your grandfather is?"

"Chen Aiguo!"

Mr. Zhou patted his head and suddenly realized, "I said why can't I remember it, it turns out that Patriotic is your grandfather, no wonder you said you tasted it, last time that guy was cheeky and said that there was no tea at home, so he just took half of it from me. Jin, almost took all my tea leaves, what a bandit."

uh~~~

Chen Lei's pretty face was startled, "Ah, you know my grandpa?"

Indeed, Chen Lei was surprised.

Boss Zhou laughed, it was a kind of carefree laugh, "Your grandfather was a smelly and hard stone back then, I don't know how many heads were defeated in the fight, when he was beating devils, he was the first to rush up every time... >

Zhang Xiaohu was also slightly taken aback, Chen Lei's grandfather had such a background, now he finally understood why there was such an old man in his family from the department to the second in command position.

Zhang Xiaohu doesn't understand official affairs.

I have been in this area for a long time, and I subconsciously understand that if there is a person in the family who has made great contributions to the War of Resistance, they are basically at a high position, which is equivalent to a Dinghaishenzhen tree in the family, which will not fall down at critical moments.

In the officialdom, to keep going up requires a certain amount of push, and a push at the critical moment, otherwise, many people will always be stuck in one of the positions, and they will still be in that position until retirement, except for the promotion of a position after retirement, of course. The one with parentheses after it.

"Grandma, I fell in love with a daughter of the third generation of red?"

...>

With Chen Lei's relationship.

Everyone chatted very happily, especially from the mouth of Zhou Lao, who heard many interesting things in those years. For Chen Xiaosheng and the others, they may be familiar with them, but for Zhang Xiaohu and the others, they rarely have the opportunity to hear things. gossip.

"Little brother, the old man spent a whole night thinking about how to solve the bitterness in flower porridge, but he still can't think of a clue. I'm waiting for you to solve the problem today!"

Elder Zhou doesn't care, whether there is anyone in front of him, he can't wait to solve his doubts in the shortest time.

Chen Xiaosheng, Chen Lei and the others also knew that Mr. Zhou invited Zhang Xiaohu, but they didn't know the specifics. When they heard Mr. Zhou say that, they secretly gasped.

flower porridge.

The most famous flower porridge in Huamu Town, the flower porridge made by Mr. Zhou, everyone who has tasted it gives a thumbs up and applauds it loudly, so that people who come here because of the reputation, all want to taste the flower porridge cooked by Mr. Zhou himself. It’s a pity. Yes, Mr. Zhou rarely does it himself.

But now, they heard that Mr. Zhou admitted that the flower porridge had a bitter taste, so they had to be shocked.

"Mr. Zhou, I feel that the flower porridge you have researched has reached the highest level of gourmet food. How can it have a bitter taste?" Zhou Qing asked cautiously.

Flower porridge, Zhou Qing tasted it, and it was the first time he remembered that flower porridge could be so delicious.

This doubt is also the doubt of everyone, of course not including Zhang Xiaohu, it is limited to a few of them.

Elder Zhou smiled, not angry at all, and shook his head, "The old man's flower porridge can only be regarded as delicious, and it is far from reaching the highest level of gourmet food. The bitter taste alone has always affected the taste of flower porridge. "

"Ah, does it really taste bitter? Why can't we eat it!"

Zhou Xiaoqin is outspoken and girly.

Indeed, they have tasted many delicacies, and they have developed a good tongue. They have tasted flower porridge, but they really didn't taste the bitterness in it, and they didn't even feel it at all.

If they hadn't heard Mr. Zhou mention it in person today, they probably would never have known that there was such a title in the porridge.

They finally understood why Elder Zhou was so polite to Zhang Xiaohu, it turned out to be the same thing.