Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 814 gives you the best

Song Laojiao is a traditional person, but it does not seem to mean that he can not accept the new things.

Old-fashioned parents should have difficulty accepting their children's hair coloring like Song Ying – for her, even the slender eyebrows are dyed in the same color.

"I have seen it? When?" Song Laojiao was very curious about the meeting between Song Ying and Luo Qiu.

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

Song Ying’s stool was arranged on the right side of Luo Qiu, and Luo Qiu’s left side was Song Yuran – of course, the Eight Immortals table was spacious enough that the people sitting down would not feel crowded.

Song Ying sat down and said calmly: "I heard that a guest came from Hanshe, so I took some tea from my grandfather and said hello."

Luo Qiu smiled at this time: "Miss Song also told me about the allusion of Junshan Silver Needle."

"Oh? Is it?" Song Laojiao smiled and looked at Luo Qiudao: "Don't look at the child's awkward look, but the tea-making skills are not bad."

"It’s a pity that some cows chewed peony and didn’t appreciate it.” Song Ying smiled slightly.

Luo Qiu is not very angry - he really does not know how to appreciate, and secondly, the young Song family, who first met, said that there is some relative flavor, but it is intended to use force when he first meets a real dragon in a pet hospital. It is much better.

"Yeah, some waste." Luo Qiu nodded. "I won't taste, but I feel that the taste is OK. And when Miss Song brews tea, it is also very pleasing to the eye."

"Thank you." Song Ying fell down generously and thanked him with a smile. "That would be a compliment."

Song Yuran is very easy to get out of the gap. Song Sakura showed a bit of hostility at this time. He looked at it back and forth between Luo Qiu and Song Ying, and then looked helplessly toward Song Laojiao.

The palm of the hand is the flesh of the hand of the flesh. Although Luo Qiu was the Song family who was only found back, he also loved the children of his deceased sister. Originally, Song Xiaoran’s age is not much larger than Song Ying.

Although the relationship between generations is the relationship between niece and niece, the mode of getting along is more like the feeling between brother and sister.

Song Laojiao smiled at this time and looked at Luo Qiu and asked: "Luo Qiu, do you think Sakura looks good?"

Luo Qiu thought for a while, and casually said: "Miss Sakura should be a beauty that is completely in line with the public aesthetic."

Song Laojiao said: "I am asking you."

Luo Qiu’s view of Song Ying’s view is that in the black and white world, the aura of the glory of life is uncertain, and Luo Qiu whispers: “It’s very special, exudes a fascinating brilliance.”

Song Yuran listened to the slogan and opened his mouth. It seems that he first met Luo Qiu. Song Ying is frowning, always feeling under Luo Qiu’s line of sight, and he subconsciously wants to find a place to hide.

But... she suddenly felt a little uneasy. The problems of Song Laojiao are so sensitive. Almost everyone can see some kind of calculations in Song’s heart.

"That is like?" Song Laos’ eyes brightened and he followed.

Song Ying suddenly became nervous... nervous but not exposed, but at the same time, she concentrated on her own hearing.

"I like beautiful things." Luo Qiu whispered: "But it's not between men and women."

You will have no girlfriend... Song Xiaoran subconsciously stunned his eyebrows.

Song Laojiao nodded, but said: "There is a heart for beauty. Appreciation is a good thing... It’s not early, old fifth, serve."

"Okay, lord."

Five uncles tapped a few palms, then a group of maids, left and right in rows, each of five people, no one held a different dish in their hands to serve.

Wu Shu is introduced for each dish. "Ham bamboo shoot soup is made with the fire side of Jinhua ham and dried bamboo shoots. The soup base is made of old hen, cabbage, scallop and ginseng. The fire side tastes sweet, while the dried bamboo shoots are fresh. "Tangtou Songjue" is also cloud, 'Single ginseng is good at jiaming, blood can be reincarnation, and ginseng is thick, juice should be known. '..."

“This is 'jagar', use the eggplant dried with sliced ​​vinegar, and then mix with various kinds of chicken, mushroom, seven kinds of fungi, spiced tofu, winter bamboo shoots, and dried fruit with sesame oil and seasoning. 'Golden 鲞 味道' tastes savory, has a strong smell of bad, slightly sweet back, bright color. In addition, this dish comes from "Stone", Liu Wei visits the Grand View Garden, is the most detailed description of the dish."

"this is……"

Nine dishes, it took more than ten minutes to introduce one by one... Probably this is the necessary preparation before enjoying the food. The Song family seems to have been accustomed to such a tradition, and Luo Qiu could not help but think of Ren Ziling.

If she is there, she probably won’t care so much, but just put a bite in the mouth and put it in her mouth.

On the last dish, Song Laojiao suddenly stood up and took a jar from the maid's hand and placed it in the center of the Eight Immortals table. He looked at Luo Qiudao: "The Buddha jumped the wall, just ten The dish is full of meaning."

Luo Qiu nodded.

Song Ruran said at this time: "Luo Qiu, you know, our Song family must eat the Buddha's jump wall made by the elders."

Luo Qiu curiously said: "The rules of the ancestors?"

Song Laojiao first said: "I will tell you a story. When the Ming Dynasty, there was a family, the family was on the wall. Only the mother and the child were dependent on each other. The mother is a helper in a restaurant that gives people tea. Because of poverty The reason, the child has never enjoyed anything, and is often bullied. On the day of the tenth birthday, the child’s mother came back very late, but when she came back, she brought back a Buddhist wall with a variety of precious ingredients. Guess how the mother of the child got these valuable ingredients?"

Luo Qiu thought for a moment: "The restaurant, is leftovers?"

Song Laojiao nodded. "Yes, it is the rest of the dishes. On that day, a big family gave the old man a long life and was extremely luxurious. But every table has a lot of leftovers. So the mother is different. On the table, give a little, put it in the jar, and bring it back home."

Song Laojiao has been watching Luo Qiu’s expression. "This mother did not hide the origin of this jar of Buddha jumping. She told this child: When these dishes were made, the cook had tried the taste, so the first one to eat People, in fact, eat the rest of others, you have nothing different from other children, you are also a wealthy person."

"This child later took the fame and the family has gradually developed. He later set up a family rule, that is, regardless of the offspring, whether it is poor or rich, the elders must give their own descendants a personal jump wall. You know, why is this?"

Luo Qiudao: "Remember sweet thoughts?"

Song Laojiao shook his head and then said: "This is to let the younger generation know that we will give you the best. No matter how this thing comes from, it is what we have given, and we have done our best. I have eaten it, your grandfather has also eaten it, and I have eaten it. Song Ying has also eaten it. We have eaten by everyone in the Song family. You and your father have not eaten it."

Said, Song Tianyou stood up, silently picked up the fifth set of tableware, then put a spoon in the bowl, and then placed it next to Luo Qiu, and then went to Luoqiu Add a spoonful to the bowl.

"Today, I will give it to you personally, and you will accompany him to eat."

Luo Qiu nodded, picked up the bowl and took a sip, then closed his eyes. The poured feelings are easy to open in the taste buds, perhaps the reason for the story of Song Laojiao, or the reason why a bowl is placed around.

The mellow and rich soup slid over, and the memory brought by the taste flashed. The mother and child in the distant sky seemed to be in front of us.

In the dark yellow candlelight, in front of the wooden table, the mother also personally presented a bowl of Buddha jumping wall.

She then sewed the clothes for the child, and he ate it with relish.

Rich and wealthy is far away, but the warmth brought by candlelight is around.

Luo Qiu suddenly understood that his grandfather used to be the mood of Song Tianyou when he opened the enemy. He also understood that Song Laojiao had been searching for his loved ones for decades.

It is a heritage.

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

The previous generation passed the taste, leaving a mark on the next generation.

Give the best to you.

"It's very warm and delicious." Luo Qiu put down the bowl, smiled, and dropped a tear.

The house is not cold.

......

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"Clothes, bed bugs, all of them have been changed. I don't know if I am used to it. I will live first."

After the meal, Song Laojiao left early. He worked hard for two days and prepared the meals for this night. For his age, it was quite an unacceptable thing, so he took a rest early.

Perhaps he also needs a quieter private space to calm his feelings.

Song Ruran brought Luo Qiu to a chic room, and then stretched out: "I am tired too, come here today, rest well, someone will take you to visit this place tomorrow morning."

Luo Qiu nodded and spent his time in the room.

He sat at the desk and opened a book that Song Laojiao sent to Wushu. He said that it is a book. In fact, there are only a few simple pages. The practice of this Buddha jumping on the wall tonight is said to be the ancestors. Everyone who has been passed down has learned to cook this dish.

This is a lonely book. The writing has been somewhat blurred from generation to generation.

When Luo Qiu thought about it, he took out the paper and the pen and slowly copied it.

Soon after, there was a sudden knock on the door. After Luo Qiu collected the recipe for the new transcript, he opened the door and saw the song is Song Ying.

"Miss Song has something to do with me."

I didn't wear the cheongsam that was able to outline her ketone body curve, and the hair was just scattered around me, and the fragrance after bathing.

She was wearing a short denim skirt and a short-sleeved shirt. She was leaning against the door of Luoqiu’s room. When Luo Qiu opened the door, she looked up and down and looked at it. Acting."

"Where is it?"

Song Ying sneered: "My grandfather is a very emotional person, especially to my loved ones. However, you should not think that I would like to say a few words in front of my grandfather, and make some tears, pretending to be a well-behaved Look, you can do whatever you want in the Song family and get what it benefits."

"Reassure, I am not interested in the wealth of the Song family." Luo Qiu smiled slightly: "I just came to understand my grandfather's things, so I came over."

"Is it?" Song Ying said indifferently: "I don't know if you really understand the financial power and power of our Song family. Can you still say such beautiful words?"

"It’s so late, look at Miss Song’s dress, is it going to go out? Then I won’t bother.” Luo Qiu was cold.

Without paying attention to the look of Song Ying, Luo Qiu folded the door with both hands.

But at the moment when the door was about to close, the white palm was always at the door, Luo Qiu asked: "Is there anything else?"

Song Ying said: "The grandfather asked me to be a tour guide for you tomorrow, so I can take a tour. But there is nothing to look at during the day, let's go now."

"just now?"

Song Ying squinted and said: "Why, I am afraid that I ate you? At night, I can see more things... But if you are not happy, there is no problem. I will still find a guide for you at the travel agency tomorrow. I don't expect you, because I have a lot of work on hand."

"Okay, then trouble Miss Song." Luo Qiu nodded.

"Call me Song Ying." Song Ying said: "How do you say that you still have the blood of the Song family. Your name will make my grandfather not like it."

"Where are we going?" Luo Qiu smiled slightly.

"Come with me."

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Song Xiaoran had just flushed it out, but the housekeeper Wu Shu knocked on the door. Song Xiaoran sat down with a towel and poured a cup of agave. "Five uncle, what's the matter?"

"Large and young, Miss Sakura just took Qiu Shaoge out."

"Sakura?" Song stunned, then frowned. "Daddy knows?"

Wushu shook his head and said: "The old man was tired for two days. When he returned to the room, he fell asleep. I didn't wake him up. However, I have already called a team to keep up, and there should be no problem."

Song Yanran shook his glass and sighed: "I am not afraid of any danger to find them, I am afraid that Sakura will eat a little."

"Miss Sakura?" Uncle Wu could not help but be surprised: "How is it possible?"

Song Xiaoran smiled and said: "Don't look at the nephew I just found back, I don't have any temper, I get along very well. But in fact, this kind of talent is really the oil and salt. If today, what the old man said, we have a few, Sakura. Some reactions are also very normal things..."

Wu Shudao: "Large and small, there is something I want to ask you... about this young Qiu, what do you think?"

"It turns out that you and Sakura are not the same. Isn't the same thing worried?" Song sighed.

Wu Shu frowned: "The eldest son and grandson, this is what the master said personally... And, the lord seems to be interested in planning to kiss the pro..."

Song Xiaoran shook his head and looked at the whirlpool of the agave in the cup. He said: "I am Song Songran. Is there no such family of Song family? Is there no way to build a Song family?"

"I don't mean to mean the ability of the big and the young."

Song Xiaoran smiled and then looked at the night outside the window: "Life is still a little challenging and not boring... Besides, he may not see anything about the Song family."

"I can't see it?" Wu Shu said: "The Song family is..."

"Probably an intuition." Song Yuran suddenly said: "The things he saw may be different from what we saw... maybe."

Song Xiaoran suddenly took a drink of the agave in the cup and played with the ‘the sun **** badge’ worn on his body. He said to himself: “That eyes are like the black-horned python...”

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PS1: I have seen the delay, and I am grateful to the book Friend 羽羽丶.

PS2: Bow to the capitalist forces...

PS3: There are more and more, there must be more and more... These days, the yang ancestor is busy, so it is not today, tomorrow (maybe), the day after tomorrow (no door), the day after tomorrow (should be feasible)...

PS4: Don't throw big bananas (hold your head)...

(End of this chapter)