The institute has a lot of staff, so there is a small canteen inside.

The old director assigned Lan Ze the location of the canteen and told him to eat in the canteen as soon as he arrived.

The dishes prepared by the old director occupied a whole round table in the private room of the small canteen.

The revolving table in the center of the round table is crowded with large bowls and plates. The bowls are high and the plates are low, and they are arranged very cleverly. Otherwise, they would not be able to be placed.

The old man is eager to give everything to him, but he is just worried that the table is not big enough.

"I'm really sorry that you always prepare so much." Lan Ze saw it and smiled. He was polite casually.

Although the food is prepared by the grandfather for his grandson, it must be eaten by him first.

If Mo Mo knew that his father was out for a big dinner, the little brat would definitely regret it.

"I haven't cooked seriously for a long time. I accidentally made a few more." The old director pointed at the dining table and said with a proud smile, "You should taste it first. I don't have a good sense of taste now, and I can't cook well."

It’s just fine as it is.”

Lanze came out early in the morning, and it was only a few hundred kilometers away. It was still early for lunch.

Lan Ze sat down and picked up a big lion's head with his first chopsticks.

He now has a deep hatred for all kinds of meatballs. Lion's head is a super-large meatball. It's not too troublesome to make, but if you want to make it delicious, you can't use commercially available meat fillings. It's best to chop the meat yourself. It takes a lot of time.

Most of it is reflected in the chopped meat.

Lan Ze knows the principle of doing it well, but he never bothers to do it well. Unless he feels too idle one day.

His requirements for taking his children to eat are very low. As long as the children have a good appetite and can eat enough, he doesn't bother to improve the taste. If they can eat vegetables mixed with soy sauce, then why bother cooking?

The lion's head is tender and juicy in the mouth, and tastes great. The old man is worthy of being the biological grandfather of Fairy Wei.

Obviously, even if the grandpa's sense of taste has deteriorated, the feel of the seasoning has not. The taste is fresh and rich, and what's rare is that it is not salty.

It can be concluded that the old man did not rely on his tongue to season the food. People with a degraded sense of taste are generally prone to adding too much salt.

Lan Ze couldn't help but sigh in his heart. It would be great if this was his biological grandfather. But it's impossible. His father and his grandfather are the same age.

"Since you're here, stay a few more days. You can't just taste it, I have to watch you practice." The old director smiled and watched him eat.

"That's what you always say." If there's delicious food, it's not a chore to enjoy it.

"It tastes good, it tastes good. You don't have to learn all of these. Just pick a few that you are sure he will like to eat, and I will teach you slowly." The old director was in a good mood.

"By the way." Lan Ze thought of the wine he brought. "You've been so busy, why don't you sit down and have a drink?"

The old man took the bottle, read the label, and nodded.

"The kids are interested."

He took out a wine glass from nowhere, and a bottle opener from somewhere.

I poured half a glass of ruby-colored red wine, shook it in my hand, lowered my head, smelled it, and took a small sip.

Lan Ze hadn't said that red wine could also be used for cooking. Seeing this, he immediately swallowed his words.

"Not bad. A familiar scent." The old manager explained to Lanze with a smile, "My sense of taste is no longer good, but my nose has not deteriorated yet."

The table was full of dishes, but the old director didn’t take a few bites when he sat down. He only sipped red wine from time to time to introduce the dishes to Lan Ze.

Almost all of them are enhanced versions of home-cooked dishes, and no special ingredients are used. This is very different from his grandson's cooking style. It all depends on fire experience and some small skills. Fire and experience are difficult to achieve quickly, but the small skills are still worth it.

One learned.

Lan Ze ate the lion's head when he came up. He wasn't hungry to begin with, and after chewing half of a large lump of meat, he was half full. He casually tasted some of the vegetarian dishes in front of him. He found that the old man's cooking was very suitable to his appetite.

"This is simple, let me tell you." The old man pointed to the enoki mushrooms he had just picked up. "Blank them in boiling water, mix them with seasonings, and you can eat them immediately. After cooking them for a while, they will turn into threads and become too much to chew.

Is it particularly crispy when you eat it?”

"Yeah." Lan Ze was busy eating and just nodded in agreement.

"Be sure to add less vinegar when mixing."

There was some ambiguity in understanding what the old man said. Is it necessary to add some vinegar or not to add too much vinegar? Lan Ze was busy tasting and had no intention of delving into it.

Anyway, after meeting the monster Wei, no matter what dish it is, the monster will cook it by itself.

Lanze's cooking skills are not on the same level as Wei Yaojing's. He just needs to pass on the care and concern of his grandfather. Don't worry about his level.

"This is dry shredded silk. It needs to be soaked in alkaline water beforehand. You can also use baking soda to remove the beany smell. The longer it is soaked, the softer and more tender the texture will be."

Lan Ze nodded repeatedly, he wanted all the knowledge on how to make soy products delicious.

The old man picked a small handful of Qianzhang silk to drink with red wine.

"Do you still see each other often?" the old man asked Lan Ze, seemingly unintentionally.

"I haven't seen him recently." Lan Ze swallowed a ball of thread. "He was busy with whales."

"Is this the Orca Research Institute you mentioned last time?"

"Um."

"Isn't this kid always working on projects?"

"Yes. When he makes money, he invests it in whales. In the past few years, he has become more interested in spending money."

"Why does it sound like wasted water?" The old man was a little unhappy.

"You should always relax. He can earn and spend. When has he ever been short of money?"

"Hmph. It's all luck. You can't rely on luck all your life. Are whales something you young people can afford? Isn't that a private research institute?"

"It's a private research institute, yes. However, it is funded by the state."

The old director shook his head repeatedly.

"Funding is an endless cycle. You have to have a project that you can get before you can apply for funding. Only when you get the funding can you have the confidence to make some meaningful attempts and produce some phased results that are worth continuing. And then

Qualification application funds. You can’t afford it with the little money you have.”

"Actually..." Lan Ze didn't know how to defend his grandson from any angle, so he had to mention his advantages first. "Old man, your grandson is richer than you think."

"The quality of life means nothing." The old man smiled and took a sip of red wine. "Others look at me and think I am very rich."

"The islands at the headquarters and sub-stations of the Orca Research Institute are all his own."

"Hey!" The old man swallowed his wine seriously, "Then he is quite rich."

"You have nothing to worry about. He is quite rich."

"More money than you?"

"Definitely! Much richer than me, right?"

Lan Ze is deeply honored to be regarded by the old director as a benchmark among young people who have a lot of money.

He just wondered how the old man knew his income. By the way, why didn't he know that his grandson was richer?
Chapter completed!