Zhai Xiaoxin jumped up and down with a cute look, which deeply evoked Yang Xiuwen's memories of his predecessor when he was a child. Deep down in his heart, he couldn't help but be willing to meet his request.

So I looked around and saw a small doll of Sun Wukong holding a golden hoop on the table.

He stood up, took it, put it on his left hand, and said to Zhai Xiaoxin: "Look carefully, uncle is going to change."

Zhai Gang and his wife, Mr. Zhai and his wife were also interested, and they all looked at his hand with wide eyes.

Yang Xiuwen flipped his hands and the doll disappeared.

Then he spread his hands and motioned for Zhai Xiaoxin to search. The little guy stepped forward and checked him inside and out.

He shook his head and said: "Uncle, no, where did you hide Sun Wukong?"

Zhai Gang also stepped forward and touched him all over, and asked: "Junior brother, this is amazing!"

Yang Xiuwen looked around the crowd and said in a mysterious manner: "Xiaoxin, everyone in the audience, watch out, it's time to witness the miracle."

After speaking, he blew on his left hand, pointed at Xiaoxin suddenly and said: "Go!"

Zhai Xiaoxin opened his big bright eyes and was startled by his actions.

Yang Xiuwen said to him: "Xiaoxin, touch the pocket of your cotton coat."

Sure enough, he took out the Sun Wukong doll from his pocket, and the golden hoop was wrapped with the original fifty-face-value banknotes.

The little guy jumped up on the spot and shouted: "Uncle, when did you put it in my pocket? It's so fun, let's change it again!"

Mr. Zhai said at this time: "Okay, Xiaoxin, stop making trouble, Xiuwen is here as a guest, you can't be rude!"

Turning to Mother Zhai, she said: "Old lady, go and get some good food. I want to have a few drinks with my little benefactor tonight. Gangzi and Huifang don't leave. The whole family will accompany you."

Hearing this, Yang Xiuwen smiled and said to Mr. Zhai: "Uncle Zhai, your standards are too high. I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it!"

Zhai Gang hit him next to him and said: "Junior brother, stop being so pretentious. This is where you're at home. If you continue to be pretentious, I won't deal with you!"

Yang Xiuwen laughed.

The dinner was very sumptuous, including fried liver, fried tripe, braised pork ribs, scrambled eggs with chives, eight-treasure rice, and the most representative dish in Beijing, Erguotou.

Yang Xiuwen was very open-minded and commented on every dish. It was tender, delicious, fragrant and crispy, comparable to the level of a master at a state banquet.

He praised Zhai's mother so much that she almost lost her way.

The father and son of the Zhai family were dumbfounded. This young man was nineteen or twenty years old. He was clearly the best among the crowd!

Follow the person's liking, be familiar with it and understand it lightly, and play with the sophistication of the world thoroughly.

Zhai's father quietly said to Zhai Gang: "Gangzi, your junior brother is not simple, his future is limitless!"

Zhai Gang nodded and said: "To be honest, Dad, I can't see through him, and I can't see through him more and more. He is like a bright pearl, even if it is placed in the dust, it can't cover up its dazzling brilliance."

Looking at Yang Xiuwen who is playing tiger, gong, and chicken with his son Xiaoxin.

He whispered to his father: "Don't you know? My master called me two days ago and said that this guy used Chinese medicine to save his second junior brother in Hangzhou. Even a surgeon with more than ten years of experience could not do anything.

He did it.

It can be seen that his medical skills are very high.

Also, he jumped down from a rockery more than four meters high and captured the drug dealer neatly. It proves that his kung fu is very high, at least higher than mine. The last time he competed with me, this kid was too clumsy."

At this time, Mother Zhai brought a bowl of noodle tea to Yang Xiuwen and said with a smile: "Xiuwen, Auntie's noodle tea is an exclusive secret recipe, you can try it."

Yang Xiuwen quickly stood up, took it with both hands, then put it to his mouth, blew on it, and took a sip.

She said in surprise: "Hey, aunt, how did you know that this is my favorite drink? To be honest with you, I have had it several times since I came to Zhongjing, but I was not very satisfied with it. I finally drank it today and I am satisfied with the taste.

It’s called authentic!”

After saying that, he picked up the noodle tea and took another sip, his face full of satisfaction.

Father Zhai said at this time: "Xiu Wen, don't just talk without practicing. Since you have drank many times, it means that you know something about the food in Zhongjing. Now I will test you on what kind of delicacies there are in Zhongjing. If you are right, I will punish myself with a drink."

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I can’t tell you, so you punish yourself with a drink, just to add to the fun, how about it?”

Of course, Yang Xiuwen would not slander Mr. Zhai. His predecessor had lived in Zhongjing for more than ten years, so he should not be too familiar with Zhongjing cuisine.

So he said: "Since Uncle Zhai is destined, I will pretend to be from Zhongjing and do my best in front of several people."

After thinking for a moment, he said: "It stands to reason that Zhongjing is the ancient capital of many dynasties, and its food should be second to none. But in fact, it does not have the exquisite sweetness of southern food, the extreme taste of Bashu land, or the roughness of northern land.

, the spiciness of the Southwest.

Instead, everything is integrated to form a unique cuisine, the Manchu-Chinese cuisine. The 108 dishes of the Manchu-Hanban Banquet are the best interpretation.

The character of Zhongjing people is also the same, they are tolerant of all, enthusiastic and not exclusive.

Let’s talk about roast duck. It is a fusion of the barbecue of the grassland people and the flatbread and rolls of the northern people. The perfect combination of meat and pasta has become the favorite delicacy of Chinese and Beijing people.

Today my aunt made fried liver, stir-fried tripe, and noodle tea, all of which more or less reflected the fusion.

There are also bean juice, burnt rings, noodles with mixed sauce, stewed and roasted, donkey rolling, pea yellow, sugar roasted and so on..

Today I want to talk about Auntie’s noodle tea. When foreigners first come to Beijing, they think noodle tea is tea, but it is not tea.

Instead, it is made into a porridge-like paste made from millet or millet flour, and sweet sesame sauce or sesame salt is poured on the surface.

This is generally the case for ordinary people, but Auntie's noodle tea is one of a kind. She first stir-fries millet, peanuts, and almonds and then grinds them into noodles. The toppings are not just sesame seeds.

Osmanthus sugar is also added, which is fragrant and smooth at first, and then the sweetness of the osmanthus increases layer by layer, leaving endless aftertaste!

Auntie, am I right?"
Chapter completed!