Chapter 569 (1/2)

This was the first time Huang Liang had dinner with the young master of the wolf family. Before that, he ate alone under the arrangement of the servant.

Originally, I thought they would sit face to face at both ends of a long table and eat carefully prepared Western snacks, but I didn't expect that there was an eight immortals table in the restaurant. There were exquisite plates and seven or eight dishes on the table, all of which were very authentic Chinese food.

As soon as Huang Liang walked in, he smelled a long lost fragrance. He concluded that it must have been made by the authentic Huaiyang chef.

I haven't smelled such pure vegetable fragrance for many years!

Whether Amsterdam or Los Angeles, there are many Chinese restaurants, and there are many skilled chefs, but those stores are opened in the western world. They are more or less influenced by Western food and bear the brand of western culture. There is always a smell of cream, cheese and Western barbecue outside the store. In addition to some heavy flavor dishes, they can still eat some authentic Chinese flavor, Those delicate and light dishes that need careful taste have basically changed their taste.

The fragrance almost made Huang Liang drool, and also recalled a lot of his memories.

He remembered drinking with Lao Yu in a small restaurant in Wuzhong, which also had such a smell. Old Yu said half drunk and half awake, nephew, don't call me uncle in the future, call me old. As soon as you call my uncle, I want to cry.

He remembered that when he was a child, he got good grades in the exam. His mother slaughtered the old hen at home and stewed a pot of soup. There was a thick layer of golden oil floating on the soup surface, and the smell could float out of the land for eighteen miles. My sister was greedy and rushed to drink. As a result, she scalded her mouth and soaked it. My mother blamed my sister and said that this is to make up for your brother's health. Your brother reads well and wants to go to college. My sister pouted her blistering lips and said that I could study too. I would also take the college entrance examination. I would study better than my brother in the future.

At that time, my sister was a little stupid and cute. In summer, my mother pickled the duck eggs at home into salted duck eggs. In the morning, I divided one for my brother and sister. It was the only meat I could eat in a day. My mother's knife skill is very powerful. Once I cut it down, the duck egg was neatly cut in half. My sister picked between the two half duck eggs. She wanted to pick a big one, but she couldn't pick it well. She slapped her big eyes and asked, brother, brother, which is big? My brother jokingly pointed to the small one and said, this is big.

Watching his sister happily take the small one as the big one, he shook his head and said in his heart that you are so stupid that you can't go to college!

Later, my sister went to school. She read surprisingly well and was better than her brother. But every time I divide salted duck eggs, my sister still can't tell the size. She has to ask her brother. When her brother pointed out the small one into the big one, she ate it happily. When my brother pointed out the big one to her, she frowned and said, brother, you lied to me! Then giggled and took the little one away.

After a long time, my sister was gone. My mother told him that my sister knew which half of the salted duck eggs were big and which half were small from an early age. She always gave the big ones to her brother. She said that her brother was a boy and needed to be strong.

When he came home from college, his mother stewed another chicken. That was the last time he smelled the chicken soup in his hometown. But his sister is gone. He cried all night at his sister's grave, took a knife, split a basket of salted duck eggs one by one, pointed to the big half and said: sister, you eat this big.

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Huang Liang stood silently in front of the eight immortals table and looked at the wine and vegetables on the table. I don't know why, his eyes were suddenly wet. There were some strange things crawling in his heart like ants.

He reached out and touched his waist, feeling that there were two superfluous things there. At least one of them should have been on her sister. He imagined that two kidneys were on the table, and his sister picked them around and said, brother, which is bigger?

Maybe God had only prepared two kidneys for them, but my sister didn't want any, and gave them all to my brother.

Qui Wolff was tall and even a little fierce, but he was gentle, polite and gentleman in every word and deed. He waved the servants out, and then stood quietly watching the silent sorghum, neither urging nor disturbing.

Huangliang suddenly recovered and his heart jumped nervously. It's not that he lost his temper in front of Hong Kui, but that he found himself in more and more inexplicable emotions. Rich emotions are torturing him, making him more and more confused about himself. He often indulges in such memories. The terrible thing is that these memories are clearly painful, but he has a feeling of enjoyment.

He found that human beings are indeed a strange species. They like to recall the past - dead relatives, broken lovers, unreachable friends, lost glory... People are infatuated with such memories and enjoy the pain brought by memories - pain and happiness. This is probably human life!