Zhou Tianqing finally couldn't calm down anymore.

With his eyesight, he could tell the quality of the braised pork that his grandson brought over just by looking at it. It was even more amazing when he talked to him about it.

The crispy meat with red skin has a good aroma and a chewy texture, but when you really chew it, it has a glutinous texture, as if you were eating fragrant rice dumplings during the Dragon Boat Festival, and your mouth will stick to your teeth!

The most terrible thing is that the fresh and salty taste of this braised pork is well-defined. It is salty at first, and the aroma of the meat is brought out immediately. After chewing carefully, a faint soy sauce comes out from the meat. Not only is it not salty, but it is also spicy.

Salty, on the contrary, dilutes the previous salty taste and makes your mouth clear!

This is called salty first and then fresh. The more you eat, the lighter it becomes. At the end of the meal, it is the pure meaty aroma that overwhelms all other flavors.

He is seventy-five years old this year. As a descendant of the royal chef, he has eaten a lot of good things, but it is such a small plate of pork head that makes him unable to stop eating, and even eats it in front of everyone.

After eating all the rest, I was still thinking that it would be better if I had another bottle of Wuliangye.

"Grandpa, your morning"

His little grandson Zhou Shengli frowned and couldn't help but remind him, thinking that there are many villagers here, how come you really eat it and can't stop eating?

"Haha, Patriarch, how do you like the stewed vegetables made by Dawei's son? Please give it a review."

Fatty Wang looked at Zhou Tianqing with a smile, and everyone also looked at him.

"Did you do it? What's your name?"

This is Zhou Yiyi's face in this life. Zhou Tianqing knew that this was Zhou Maotong's son without even asking.

"Second Grandpa, my name is Zhou Yi."

Regardless of the relationship between his father and the second grandfather, Zhou Yi still maintained enough good looks. After all, he was his elder. Blood is thicker than water. Even if his bones are broken, his tendons are still connected. Even if his elders are wrong, he will not

There should be complaints and hostility.

"Good Sail Factory

Zhou Tianqing sighed, nodded and said: "The stewed vegetables you make are very good. In terms of taste alone, it is no worse than what my father made back then. Did you give birth to a good son, Dawei?"

"Um?"

After hearing Zhou Tianqing's comments, not only Zhou Maotong, but also the villagers were stunned. Has the patriarch changed his gender?

Everyone knows what happened to the Zhou family back then. Zhou Tianqing drove away his younger brother and monopolized the brine passed down from his ancestors. This can be regarded as a desperate matter, leaving no room for anything. Why is he praising Zhou Yilai now? Is it possible?

Are you getting older, starting to reflect on your past, and thinking about family ties?

"Second Grandpa has given me six prizes.

Zhou Yi's eyes flashed and he was trying to figure out what the second grandfather was really thinking, but he couldn't figure out what he was planning for the moment.

"This is the praise you deserve. Young people don't need to be overly modest."

Zhou Tianqing laughed and didn't need to be asked. He walked to Zhou Yi and sat down. He glanced at everyone and said leisurely: "It's not easy. Your braised pork reminds me of the taste of braised pork made by my father when I was a child. How many years has it been?

…It’s just during the holidays that the geese are really greedy, so they make braised meat like this. As for normal times...the geese are reluctant to waste the brine left by their ancestors like this.”

What is this word?

Although the villagers didn't understand much, they felt that the old patriarch meant something, and it didn't seem like he was praising Zhou Yi.

"Second Grandpa, I didn't understand what you said. Can you explain it more clearly?"

Zhou Yi smiled and knew that Zhou Tianqing had more to come, but he was not in a hurry, just waiting for the old man to make a move.

Gentleman, your Taoism is still shallow.

Narrowing his old eyes and looking at Zhou Yi, Zhou Tianqing sneered secretly, but ignored Zhou Yi and just said to himself: "Thousand-year brine is like gold. Although the brine passed down by ancestors does not have a thousand years, it is still a good thing that needs to be used less. In order to preserve these

Brine has been passed down from generation to generation. Every year, I cook the best brine according to the ancestral recipe, add it to the ancestral brine at a ratio of one hundred to one, divide it into thirty jars, and seal it in the cellar.

"This is to ensure that the taste of the ancestral brine is not lost. However, if time passes, for example, after dozens or hundreds of years, the ancestral brine will still be lost. I am afraid that half of it will be left. Factory m

Zhou Tianqing shook his head and sighed: "So in recent years, the cooked vegetables sold in Dayuan City by the Zhou family's old stew are all made from new stew, but a small amount of ancestral old stew is added to them, but this is no longer comparable to ordinary stewed dishes.

.Haha, Goose just ate the stewed vegetables made by Brother Yi, which indeed surpassed the ones produced by Zhoujia Laolu, but your craftsmanship is nothing special. If Goose is willing to waste the ancestral stew, he can also make something like this.

Here comes the braised vegetables”

This is a very particular statement. First, he flaunted the magic and rare recipe of the Zhou family's ancestral brine, and then explained that he was actually unwilling to waste the old brine, otherwise the braised pork would not be worse than Zhou Yi's. After understating it,

He belittled Zhou Yi in a short time. He had accumulated prestige in Zhou's store for many years, and his words naturally had an unquestionable authority. The villagers actually nodded slightly, feeling that this should be the case.

And after being reminded by Zhou Tianqing, the villagers even had some doubts. How could Zhou Yi be so young and make brine that could compare with the Zhou family's ancestral brine? Could it be that he had been making stewed vegetables for half his life, but only cooked it on dogs?

Already?

People are afraid of contact with themselves. This connection makes everyone feel very unbalanced in their hearts. The original admiration for Zhou Yi gradually turned into speculation and doubt.

"Changfeng, go to your house and get some ancestral braised pork."

Zhou Tianqing said to his third son, "This Zhou Changfeng is the father of his grandson Zhou Shengli, and he is his favorite son. Besides him, it is this son who has the keys to each cellar in the family and can contact the ancestral old man."

Zhou's store was not that big, but not long after, Zhou Changfeng brought back a small ceramic bottle, which could hold less than half a kilogram of old brine at most. He held it carefully in his hands, as if holding his own life:

"Da, the brine is here."

"Hmm six

Zhou Tianqing was not in a hurry to take the brine, and just asked his son to stand aside. He turned to his grandson Zhou Shengli and said, "Shengli, tell me, did anything big happen to your family after you returned home from studying?"

"Yes. When I got home, I heard that my family's 'Zhoujia Lao Braised Restaurant' in Dayuan City had just applied for a 'well-known trademark', and Zhoujia braised food was also listed as a 'local famous food in Shanyin Province."

The leaders all specially left messages of congratulations for our family.”

"These are all good things you said, but bad things have no influence?" Zhou Tianqing said with a smile.

"There are bad things too. But grandpa said, it's not good to mention this in front of the villagers."

Zhou Shengli seemed to be in a dilemma: "Grandpa, do you really want to say that you are subordinate?"

"Shengli, you are still worried about the feelings of the villagers now. Grandpa really saw you right."

Zhou Tianqing's grandson and grandson just finished singing and I came on stage. Everyone was confused when they heard it. But he was not in a hurry and just praised his grandson like a flower: "Shengli, grandpa said that you should be a kind person."

.But these days are full of murders, arson and gold belts, and kind people sell their daughters and sons. Forget it, you can just say it now. The elders in the village have watched you grow up. You are an honest child.

, he is the number one scholar in Zhou's store, he is a top student in the Shanghai Law Department and he will be a judge in the future. As a lawyer, if you tell me honestly, will the villagers still believe you?"

"Since grandpa said so, I will say it."

Zhou Shengli sighed and glanced at the faces of Zhou Maotong and Zhou Yi: "Uncles and aunties, my family has lost a jar of ancestral stew."

"What! Losing Lao Lu, this is a big deal!"

"The old man of the Zhou family is a treasure. Who stole it? Doesn't it mean he wants to make a fortune?"

The expressions of the villagers all changed. The most precious thing in Zhou's store is not the "fairy cave" where every family lives, nor the beautiful girls who are a specialty of Shanyin. It is these old friends. It has been handed down from the ancestors of the Zhou family for nearly a hundred years.

Not to mention ordinary villagers, even the direct descendants of the Zhou family are not accessible to everyone. This is the fate of the Zhou family! When was this lost? Why haven't you heard of it?

"My family has thirty jars of old stew that are hidden in thirty secret cellars. However, half a month ago, someone stole six jars of it.

Zhou Shengli said: "We are guessing that even if the thief is not from the village, he is probably related to the villagers. Originally, my father wanted to call the police, but my grandfather refused to let him go, saying that he was from the village. As soon as this matter was revealed to everyone

It would be embarrassing, and it would inevitably hurt our feelings, so I never said it, but today"

"Yeah, I'm surprised too. Patriarch, why did you let Shengli talk about it again today?"

Fatty Wang chuckled: "Do you know who the thief is?"

"Haha, Brother Yi, in terms of seniority, I am still your second grandfather. Let me ask you one more question."

Zhou Tianqing did not answer Fatty Wang, but instead asked Zhou Yi: "Did the braised pork just now use the brine you made?"

"good."

"Are you a chef? Have you ever sold braised vegetables?"

"That's not true. I am studying medicine. Let alone selling it, I have little chance of getting it for myself." Zhou Yi said with a smile.

"That's right.

How can you, a young man who has never studied cooking or sold braised vegetables, make such braised pork? And the braised pork you make is almost as good as that of the ancestors of the Zhou family. Isn’t this strange? "

Zhou Tianqing sneered and said: "Village Chief Wang just asked well. If the thief hadn't been found, Goose wouldn't have told the story to upset the villagers. Think about it, Goose's family lost their brine half a month ago.

A few months later, Dawei and his son came to the village and made top-notch braised pork. Hahaha, who is this thief? Don’t you know enough about him?"

"Zhou Tianqing, you are not worthy of being my second uncle!"

Zhou Yi has not done anything yet, but Zhou Maotong is about to explode. The old man has been strong all his life, how could he ever be so angry? This is not like someone picking up a basin of shit and slamming it on his head: "My surname is Zhou! If you can't get it out today,

When the evidence comes, I will charge you with "false accusation". The sixth old man was so angry that his whole body was shaking and he couldn't speak clearly.

"Chief, Goose can prove it! Goose watched his elder brother make the brine with his own hands. He definitely did not steal the brine passed down from his ancestors!"

Zhou Dazhu was also anxious. He knew the matter clearly. Zhou Yi and his son were more unjust than Dou E.

"Your proof is useless because you might also be an accomplice!"
Chapter completed!