Lin Wanqing was stunned when she heard this name.

What old Su fried rice?

However, Lin Wanqing always feels familiar with this old Su fried rice.

She happened to search on the takeaway platform.

At first, when she heard about this Lao Su fried rice, she thought it was a very famous fried restaurant in Kyoto.

That's why Lin Keke listened to Lin Yanting's words. He wanted to come to Kyoto because he wanted to eat this fried rice with eggs.www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

She habitually searched Lao Su fried rice on the platform.

As a result, a bunch of fried restaurants popped up.

"Macho Fried Rice"

"Xi Shi Fried Rice"

"My wife fried rice"

"Grandma Fried Rice"

But Lin Wanqing never saw anyone called Lao Su Fried Rice.

"Koke, is this what your old Su fried rice is written?" She showed Lin Keke with her mobile phone.

"Yes, yes! It's it. When I was in Jiangzhou, I secretly ran there with my friends to eat for a long time." Lin Keke said excitedly.

Lin Wanqing's face turned dark. How could you find your Jiangzhou store in Kyoto? This store is not a chain store.

"This is Kyoto, there is no Lao Su fried rice. Why would I order another fried rice for you?" Lin Wanqing asked tentatively.

"No, I want to eat Lao Su's. When I was in Jiangzhou, my mother lied to me like this, but the ones she bought for me were so bad!" Lin Keke jumped and jumped in place in a hurry.

At this moment, Su Jiang finished the phone and came out of the room with his cell phone pinched.

"What's wrong? This is?"

He asked curiously as he looked at Lin Keke who was jumping around there in a hurry.

I had heard the noisy sound outside in the room just now, and I thought what was wrong.

"This person wants to eat Lao Su fried rice!"

Lin Wanqing said helplessly, holding her forehead.

I feel that this little guy who is trying to be with me in the future will be in trouble.

However, when Su Jiang heard this old Su fried rice, he was stunned.

"Lao Su Fried Rice, which one are you talking about in Qinghe District?" Su Jiang was not sure if it was Lao Su Fried Rice from his home.

"Yes, yes, that's the one. There is only such a family of old Su fried rice in Jiangzhou, but it's delicious. You have to queue up to buy egg fried rice every day!" Lin Keke's face, which was a little depressed just now, became energetic in an instant.

I feel like I have found a soulmate.

"You, you?" Lin Wanqing felt that you were from Jiangzhou, but I was not from Jiangzhou.

"Okay, OK, it seems that my father's egg fried rice technology has not deteriorated yet." Su Jiang smiled slightly.

"Your dad?" Lin Keke's eyes widened in an instant.

Lao Su’s fried rice was actually sold by his brother-in-law’s father, and the amount of information is quite large.

I went to eat last time and I actually paid for it!

Su Jiang nodded: "Yes, this egg fried rice was created by my father, and I taught him the technique of this egg fried rice. Do you want to try the old Su fried rice made by an authentic master?"

"If you want it, of course you want it! Brother-in-law, you and my sister are so compatible!" Lin Keke exclaimed.

Su Jiang: "..."

Since there was no cold rice or eggs, Su Jiang and Lin Wanqing had to take Lin Keke out to buy cold rice and come back to stir-fry.

Su Jiang still remembers that when he went to buy cold rice, the boss had a weird look, as if he was saying, is this fool having a brain problem? When he came in, he asked me to buy a bowl of cold rice...

In this way, the first meal at Su Jiang's new family was fried rice cooked by Su Jiang for the two of these sisters.

"Well! Smell this fragrance, it's that smell! It's the smell of Lao Su fried rice!"

Lin Keke must be a loyal fan of Lao Su Fried Rice, so he is very familiar with the smell of Lao Su Fried Rice.

"Sister, you are so happy. I have always dreamed of marrying a man who can make fried rice like this. Even if he is ugly, it's okay. Well, now I think it's good to have such a brother-in-law."

Lin Keke's words almost made Su Jiang, who was stirring the spoon, rolled the fried rice in the pot to the outside of the pot.

Lin Wanqing was also a little nervous, almost thinking that her sister was going to compete with her for her boyfriend.

A few minutes later.

Lin Keke, who couldn't wait to wait for Sujiang's egg fried rice to taste as soon as it was released, looked at Sujiang and Lin Wanqing and nodded and praised: "No, this trip to Kyoto is worth it. Just for this egg fried rice, you can't drive me away!"

At this time, she still remembered what Lin Yanting had repeatedly told her.

I just want to eat fried rice made by Sujiang for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Just as the two of Su Jiang were staring at Lin Keke eating fried rice with big eyes.

In a mansion in Kyoto.

Zhu Fei's father Zhu Daqiang did not go to the Jiangnan hotpot restaurant to work today.

Instead, wait at home.

More than ten minutes later.

The doorbell rang.

Zhu Daqiang opened the door: "Uncle Zhang, you are here."

At the door, the one standing was Zhang Lao Zhang Zetian, who Su Jiang met at the Antiques Store.

"Um."

Zhang Zetian entered the house, looked around casually, and asked, "Hey, where did that guy Zhu Fei go today?"

"Hahaha, Uncle Zhang, Zhu Fei, it's changed now. He is also helping with the hot pot restaurant business at home. Today, I asked me to ask you for leave and say that the store is busy with things."

When Zhu Daqiang said this, his face was unconsciously excited.

"Oh, this is a bit different from him! Whenever I came in the past, he was anxious to discuss calligraphy with me. Now I don't want to see me when I come. It seems that this time, he has really jumped out of calligraphy and writing calligraphy." Zhang Zetian said with some quips.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, don't mention it. I'm really relieved when he is like this. What's the future of doing calligraphy really? People use it for entertainment or as side jobs. But he just uses it as his main job."

"I was so worried about this at that time. When I asked him to pick him up, he could go to see others write calligraphy and forget about picking him up."

Zhu Daqiang took advantage of Zhu Fei's absence and also poured out his depression in his heart for the past few years to Mr. Zhang.

Zhang Zetian laughed: "There are not people in China who make a living by calligraphy, but there are not many. I also thought that his talent was really good, so I taught him..."

As soon as he spoke, he choked.

His eyes were straightened to the living room wall in front of him.

He remembered that he had originally put the most proud character in Zhu Fei, but Zhang Zetian kept saying that Zhu Fei's calligraphy and paintings were a bit too mechanical and rigid, and he needed to be able to have no calligraphy in his heart and his characters were formed.

Instead of keeping remembering what skills I want to use to deliberately achieve good results.

But today, he saw the words hanging on the wall.

It's really amazing.

Every time I read this word, I can feel many different emotions.

This is completely beyond your calligraphy level!

But he didn't find any signature on this letter at all.

Is Zhu Fei's calligraphy so powerful?

"Daqiang, was this calligraphy written by Zhu Fei?"

He couldn't help but ask Zhu Daqiang impatiently.

"Ah?" Zhu Daqiang was stunned. Why did he talk about Zhu Fei's calligraphy again?

However, he still looked politely along Zhang Zetian's gaze and found that it was a piece of calligraphy in the living room of his home.

He didn't care at all, because he hadn't noticed this, so he said vaguely:

"You said this, it should be Zhu Fei's latest work."

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