"Thanks to the persistence of you four generations, we can have delicious pork dumplings." A man next to Hao Xian said in a less standard Chinese. This man is white and fat, and his skin color should be Asian. Hao Xian thinks that most of them are from Wano Country or Goryeo.

"Teacher Bai is so serious. Even without our family's inheritance, great-grandfather's pot buns will spread all over the country. Once such famous dishes are created, no one can make them lose their luster. I reopened Zhenweiju just to fulfill my father and my grandfather's long-cherished wish, and I want to restore some great-grandfather's dishes to the best of my ability." Zheng Xinwen's great-grandfather's great-grandfather's dishes answered.

"This is the recipe compiled by your grandfather Zheng Yiling? Can I touch it and see it?" Teacher Bai asked, while wiping his hands hard with a napkin.

On the table in front of Zheng Shuguo, there was an extremely old recipe, with the cover written in straight handwriting: "Old Chef's Beijing Recipe" compiled and written by Zheng Yiling.

"This recipe was made by my grandfather's hand-manifested mimeograph. At that time, the supplies were scarce and they were all made of old paper. It was difficult to record all the great grandfather's dishes. Nowadays, there are Beijing, Shandong, and Manchu dishes, which are all made by my great grandfather. In fact, he also knows how to make Su cuisine, but he couldn't find suitable ingredients in Harbin, so he rarely made them later. You can take photos of the recipes, just touch them, it's already very old, and you may smash the paper if you accidentally click them." Zheng Shuguo replied.

Teacher Bai with some regrets, retracted his chubby hand and said something to the photographer beside him. He came forward and took photos of the recipe carefully.

Hao Xian looked at the recipe with his eyes shining, and he wanted to grab it and get the "Peng Zu Chef Sutra".

The kitchen scriptures can only absorb his father's notes, making Hao Xian guess that only recipes written by people who have a relationship with him can absorb them.

And this book "Old Chef's Beijing Recipe" was compiled by his senior brother's son, and it was full of dishes from his dear Senior Brother Zheng!

Will the kitchen scriptures be willing to absorb them and make cheats for him?

However, Hao Xian can't do anything randomly now. It looks snowing outside the window and it's cold and he doesn't want to be thrown out. Moreover, this is not his own body. He is a member of Teacher Bai's interview team. He cannot let the other party take the blame for him afterwards.

Forget it, I have also studied art in Prince Gong's house for ten years, and I can figure out these dishes sooner or later!

After the photographer finished taking the photo, Zheng Shuguo wrapped the old recipe and put it away.

"I can't wait to taste the pork buns, so I'll ask two more questions in the end!" Although Teacher Bai's Chinese is not standard, the part that can't wait to eat meat sounds inexplicably convincing.

"Teacher Bai [new     www.biqule.co] may I ask!"

"Report your father, Mr. Zheng Xuezhang, who used the leader's photo to pack food. Later, did you find out whether he was an identity?" Teacher Bai asked this question, and even his broad back said, "I want to eat melons."

"My father actually knew, but he refused to say that until his death, he did not tell us the name of the apprentice. He only said: In that era, everyone was like that, and I can't leave hatred to you."

After Zheng Shuguo answered, everyone present sighed.

Hao Xian was even speechless. He watched Zheng Yiling send Zheng Xuezhang to the deported Zheng Xuezhang on a long journey with his own eyes.

"The last question! Three years after reopening Zhenweiju, you were selected as a Chinese cooking master and the youngest cooking master in the country at that time! What does your father think about this? Are you very proud?"

"Don't mention it, when I took the certificate back, my dad said to me with a serious face: 'There has not been a master in the literature and art world for decades. The cooking industry is an industry with relatively low cultural level, but today is a master and tomorrow is a master. How old are you? Fry the dishes well, what are you doing to make those useless things!'" Zheng Shuguo imitated his father's tone with a wry smile.

Teacher Bai also laughed out loud: "Let's be so strict!"

"That's it. Later, when I came home from get off work, my dad would joke about this: 'Oh, is the master back?' It made me very embarrassed. So when I was a child, I always thought that I was definitely not his biological child!" Zheng Shuguo pretended to be indignant, but his tone could not hide his nostalgia.

Hao Xian couldn't help but nodded slightly, feeling full of resonance with Zheng Shuguo. He often thought about this when he was a child!

It seems that the chef and father who want his son to learn craftsmanship are the same...

"Thank you, Zheng Da... Thank you, Mr. Zheng, for accepting our interview today! It's really rewarding!" Teacher Bai stood up and shook hands enthusiastically with Zheng Shuguo.

"It's because I want to thank Teacher Bai here! Let's have a meal quickly and let you taste the pot buns made by my proud disciple. His skills are better than mine now!" Zheng Shuguo began to call the waiter to serve the dishes.

Soon, a variety of Harbin dishes were served in a variety of glutinous rice dishes, crispy yellow vegetables, foreign spring rolls, pineapple potatoes, stuffed monkey erectus mushrooms, 3 fresh rice, sauerkraut meat, white meat, Russian fried bread...

Of course, there is also the most important protagonist - pot dumpling meat!

"Where is the cold noodles I want in Yanji?" Teacher Bai asked expectantly.

"It's going to be fine now. Although there isn't on the menu, it's not difficult to make. Of course, I won't forget what Teacher Bai asked specifically." Zheng Shuguo replied with a smile.

Soon, Yanji cold noodles filled with ice bowls were also brought to everyone.

Yanji cold noodles are one of the top ten noodles in China. They originated from Yanbian City, Jilin Province and are not Harbin cuisine.

Hao Xian looked at the cold noodles with ice slag floating on the soup in front of him with a little strange look. Why did Teacher Bai order this?

"I have traveled all over the country to look for various delicacies and learned a lot of unknown ways to eat them." Teacher Bai's face had a cunning look, "This Yanji cold noodles are the most suitable dish with pot buns!"

Teacher Bai picked up a piece of pork bun, soaked it in the cold noodle soup, and then put it into his mouth with the noodles, with an extremely intoxicated expression on his face.

The others could not help but follow suit.

Hao Xian is naturally no exception.

"Huh... this soup actually has a cool fruit flavor, sour and sweet, complementing the same sweet and sour pot meat, it is really delicious!" Hao Xian couldn't help but say.

"Yes, the noodle soup with Yanji cold noodles usually adds apple juice and pineapple juice. When the pot dumpling meat was first invented, a piece of seasonal fruit would be placed on it. Eat the pot dumpling meat with the cold noodles with juice. The sweet and sour taste is even more memorable!"

Hao Xian, who had been through a hundred years of loneliness, finally returned to the modern world, felt the sweetness in his mouth carefully, and finally had a smile on his face.

Senior Brother Zheng, you must not guess it, right? A hundred years later, someone can actually think of eating the pot buns and cold noodles you invented!

Looking at Hao Xian's heartfelt joy, Teacher Bai also became happy and said with gratitude: "Thanks to Master Zheng, for allowing us to eat pot buns of meat!"

"Thanks to Master Zheng, for allowing us to eat pot buns and meat!"

"Thanks to Master Zheng, for allowing us to eat pot buns and meat!"

The others repeated.

Listening to the words of thanks, Hao Xian looked at the snow scene outside the window.

For many years, the snow in Harbin has been floating like this.

Unlike a hundred years ago, today there are thousands of households with bright lights under snowy nights, and among these thousands of lights, many families are tasting the same cuisine.

Maybe it’s pot bun meat, maybe it’s crispy yellow vegetables, or maybe it’s any delicacy that can be remembered in the soul.

Generations of people were born here.

Generations of people live here.

Generations of people finally left.

They can't take anything away, but they are destined to leave something behind.
Chapter completed!