This is the teacher's family building, and most of the people living nearby are former colleagues of Zhao Sulan.

The person who called her was a teacher with a pungent personality, surnamed Wang, who was also one of the nightmares of the children in the neighborhood.

Teacher Wang sniffed the salty aroma of dried plum vegetables in the air, as well as the rich and mellow meaty smell, and said, "Your granddaughter is so skillful in cooking! Is this the smell of dried vegetables and meat? It's so delicious.!"

"Yes, yes!" Everyone nodded.

A child yelled, "Mom, I want to eat, I want to eat!"

"What's your name? It's impolite!" Teacher Wang lowered his head and patted the child's head lightly. "Isn't the fish soup mom made delicious?"

"It doesn't taste good! It doesn't have this fragrance!" cried the child.

"You little brat!" Teacher Wang pulled his face down upon hearing this.

Seeing her expression, the child immediately cried "Wow".She was only five years old, and it was at the time when she had the least self-control. She couldn't eat something that smelled so good, and she felt so uncomfortable.

While Zhao Sulan was proud of her granddaughter's craftsmanship, she also felt a little embarrassed, and smoothed things over: "Xiao Jin, don't cry, grandma looks distressed." She looked at Teacher Wang again, "Why don't you come to my house to fight for a table?"

Teacher Wang swallowed hard, and resisted the urge to go to eat: "That's no good, you can't spoil the child like this. Besides, the portion of Xiaoci's dinner is made according to the two of your family.Go, it's too much to bother you."

Zhao Sulan hurriedly said: "Don't bother! I had a sudden headache before, and it was the clinic you sent me to. If you say that, I won't bother you next time!"

Zhao Sulan insisted so much that Teacher Wang couldn't refuse anymore. The two of them and Jiang Ci made up their minds. Teacher Wang went home and finished the half-made crucian carp soup, roasted pork ribs and scrambled eggs with leeks, and brought them to Zhao Sulan's home together.Even brought my husband for a meal.

After the other people in the family building smelled the smell, there was no little girl crying beside them. They were embarrassed to speak to Zhao Sulan, so they had to return home regretfully.

That night, don't know how many people tasted their own dishes, feeling restless and tasteless.

Jiang Ci came this time, on the one hand, to see her relatives whom she could not part with; on the other hand, she also planned to tell Zhao Sulan about her idea of opening a restaurant.

Zhao Sulan only had this one granddaughter, and she cared a lot. Yesterday, she called to ask her how her job search was going.

After Jiang Ci expressed her willingness not to look for a job, Zhao Sulan's voice suddenly became cautious when she heard the other side of the microphone.

The voice was cautious, as if he wanted to ask Jiang Ci why, but he was afraid that if he said something wrong, he would hit some sad point in his granddaughter.

Jiang Ci felt sore, so she said, "Grandma, don't worry. I'll visit you tomorrow, don't cook tomorrow night, wait for me."

After the death of her husband and daughter, Zhao Sulan lived alone in the family building. She usually played cards and danced with her old colleagues, and occasionally gave lectures to nearby children. Life was not boring.

But she really hasn't felt such a lively atmosphere for a long time.

The dining table at home is a square table for four people. It has not been full for a long time, but at this time we have to add another chair.

Teacher Wang's husband brought the chair over, and Zhao Sulan added some cushions to the chair.

The five-year-old girl stood on tiptoe and sat on the mat.She moved her buttocks, adjusted her sitting posture, and stared intently at the dishes on the table with her eyes wide open.

She stopped crying, and the soft and waxy child's voice exclaimed: "It smells so good..."

There are a total of six dishes on the table, exuding a hot aroma.

The movement in the kitchen stopped, and Jiang Ci came out of the kitchen, wiped off the moisture between her fingers with a paper towel, and then threw the crumpled paper towel into the trash can.

Under the light, the girl's hands are shiny and white, with slender and beautiful joints, and the hair hanging down on her shoulders is black and smooth, her facial features are not that sharp and beautiful, but she has a wonderful sense of calmness on her body.

Seeing the quiet people at the dining table, Jiang Ci smiled and said, "Why are you staring blankly, let's eat."

"Oh, oh! Yes! Everyone hurry up and eat!" Zhao Sulan recovered and greeted quickly.

In that short moment just now, for some reason, she suddenly felt that her granddaughter's temperament had changed, as if she had grown up, and she was no longer the little girl who had no opinions and no knowledge of the world.

"Xiaoci, where did you learn this skill? Why didn't I know it all the time!" Teacher Wang glanced over, and his eyes widened in shock.

She has seen Jiang Ci's appearance when she was a child. At that time, the girl was extremely shy, always hiding behind her mother, pursing her lips and not speaking, and she did not see her doing housework.

Who would have thought that when they met again this time, the other party not only looked like this, but also acted crisply and neatly, and his craftsmanship was first-class.

"I usually cook when I have nothing to do, and I also found a master to learn for a few years." Jiang Ci made up casually.

"Have you learned to cook?" Zhao Sulan opened her eyes wide. She has never heard of it?

Jiang Ci continued to make up: "I'm sorry to tell you when I haven't learned enough."

Jiang Ci picked up a small bowl, spooned half a bowl of water shield soup, put it in front of Zhao Sulan, and changed the topic: "Grandma, try it, the freshest water shield I picked this morning."

She knew that Zhao Sulan had a Zhejiang flavor, so she made a few home-cooked Zhejiang dishes today.

Zhao Sulan looked down, the porcelain bowl was clean and white, and there were emerald green water shield, bright red shredded ham, and beige shredded chicken floating in the clear soup. The whole soup was pure and pleasant.

She has passed seventy years. In recent years, her sense of taste has deteriorated and her appetite has gradually decreased. She rarely feels "hungry", and it is difficult to feel the pleasure of satisfying her appetite.

But at this moment, facing the clear soup that didn't seem to have too much seasoning, she couldn't help biting her shriveled lips.

Probably because, with the stirring of the spoon, a trace of extremely fresh fragrance just happened to float into her nostrils.

The green water shield was picked from the lake soon, and then it was sent to the city by mature logistics.Before the leaves start to shrivel and remain fresh and intact, they are purchased by the girl, and the stems and old leaves are removed, and the freshest and tender parts are picked out and blanched into the soup.

Zhao Sulan put her lips close to the porcelain bowl, and cherished a sip of water shield soup.

The clear soup is delicious and lubricating, and it slides down the throat warmly, bringing a burst of warmth to the stomach. The water shield is soft and fresh, full of the vitality and freshness of nature.Salty and fragrant, the meaty taste of shredded chicken just rightly gives the whole water shield soup a richer layering.

It's delicious... so delicious!

Zhao Sulan felt that her taste buds had miraculously revived, and those dead cells were rejuvenated. She...she hadn't tried such an appetite for several years.

Mr. Wang's family also served a small bowl of water shield soup as an appetizer. After taking a sip of the soup, they all closed their mouths involuntarily, savoring the taste of the tip of their tongues carefully.

For a while, the restaurant became quiet, and a needle could be heard.

Even the fussy little girl stopped talking, blinked her big eyes, and obediently sipped the water shield soup.

After a while, the soup basin bottomed out.

Jiang Ci looked at the white porcelain bowl that was quickly emptied, bent his eyes, and put the porcelain bowl on the small table aside.

As a chef, no matter how many similar situations she has seen, she still likes to see other people enjoying their food, which is a testament to her craftsmanship.

Following her movements, the gazes of several people followed the white porcelain bowl at the same time.

So, so delicious...!

I never thought vegetable soup could taste like this!

Teacher Wang's neck stretched the longest, and he didn't recover for a while, until Jiang Ci called out: "Mr. Wang?"

Teacher Wang was stunned for a moment, then looked away, feeling a little embarrassed.

Careless.

She was so overwhelmed by the small bowl of soup before the meal that she couldn't control her expression, her face...

The little girl didn't have so many worries, and said generously: "Sister, I want to eat meat!"

In the center of the table, there is a meat dish - stewed meat with dried vegetables.

The pork belly cut into small cubes is neatly placed on the dried plum vegetables, oily, plump and bright red.The pigskin glows like a jelly, embellished with emerald green onions, it is very attractive.

The aroma of dried plums and pork belly is very strong, and the smell of cinnamon, star anise and other spices unceremoniously invaded every corner of the room. In the evening, it was this aroma that made the residents of the family building salivate.

After boiling and slow steaming, the flavor of the spices is fully integrated into every crevice of the pork belly. As the pork is chewed, the full gravy in the pork is squeezed out, and the meaty aroma is charming...

Zhao Sulan opened her eyes blankly, chewing one by one.

This is the taste!She remembered that when she was young, when she was still strong and strong, she worked hard for a whole year, and it was not until New Year's Eve that she could finally taste a bite of meat...

That's how damn sweet it is!

Teacher Wang's husband couldn't help sniffing: "It's so, so delicious... I, I remember when we were young, our family ate meat around..."

Teacher Wang quickly stuffed a tissue for her husband, and winked frantically: a big man who is almost forty is not too shameful!

The little girl's description was straightforward: "I feel that with this meat, I can eat two more bowls of rice!"

When everyone heard this, their thoughts were opened, and they quickly poured some gravy on the rice.

Jiang Ci didn't expect that there would be three more mouths in the house at once, and the portions were not enough, and each person could only get two pieces of meat.

Fortunately, the last dish of roasted shiitake mushrooms is made in a relatively large portion, and everyone can eat to their heart's content with rice.

Shiitake mushrooms are known as the "King of Mountain Delicacy", and their fresh fragrance is already overbearing enough. After cooking with seasonings and fresh soup, the breath of mountain freshness is even more stimulated, while diced tomatoes and diced ham bringThe slightly salty and sour taste stimulates the appetite even more. The warm sauce flows between the rice, wrapping every grain of rice, and the flavor of mountain freshness enriches the whole bowl of rice.

Zhao Sulan didn't know what to sigh anymore, and she couldn't even remember to praise her granddaughter. She tasted this rare delicacy with her old tongue. When she closed her eyes, she felt as if she was in the forest after the rain...

Fresh edible fungi emerge from the fallen tree trunks in clusters, and the canopy is strong and thick. After picking it off and cooking it casually, it is a rare delicacy...

After the three dishes were cleared up, everyone's appetites were whetted, and they ate all the home-cooked dishes made by Mr. Wang.

Of course, in comparison, Mr. Wang's craftsmanship is cruelly set off.

After a meal, Mr. Wang ate to his heart's content, his face was as hot as if he had been drinking.Indeed, Jiang Ci's three dishes made her feel overwhelmed by a sense of happiness and dizzy.

Mr. Wang grabbed Jiang Ci's slender wrist, and solemnly said: "Xiao Ci, you have grown up, and your craftsmanship is really good! You can rest assured to start your career. I will usually help Mr. Zhao here. If youWhat's the matter, call me, don't be polite!"

Jiang Ci thanked Teacher Wang and exchanged mobile phone numbers with her.

"Thank you in advance. My grandma lives here alone, and I may trouble you more in the future." Jiang Ci rubbed the girl's little head, "Like sister's cooking?"

The little girl said loudly: "I like it!"

Jiang Ci: "I'll invite you to eat again when I have a chance."

The little girl shouted angrily: "Okay!"

...

Sending off Teacher Wang's family, Zhao Sulan looked at Jiang Ci who was packing up the dishes, and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Granddaughter... grown up.

In the past, when Jiang Ci came to visit her, she had to cook the dishes herself.But today, the little granddaughter not only arranges a table of dishes properly, but also has a polite back and forth with her neighbors, hiding her concern for her.

She didn't want to go to a nursing home, and she didn't want to move to the city to live with her granddaughter. Staying here alone, with an enthusiastic neighbor helping to watch her, was indeed an extra layer of security.

Zhao Sulan struggled for a while, and asked, "Xiao Ci, you said yesterday... that you don't want to look for a job anymore, do you have any other plans?"

"Well, I want to open my own restaurant. But I still don't have enough capital, so I have to find a job as a chef to save money." Jiang Ci smiled, "You have tasted my cooking today, how do you feel?"

"You have nothing to say about your craftsmanship." Zhao Sulan hesitated a little, "Your grandfather was in the catering business, so you can be regarded as a talent passed down in your family. I originally thought that you would have some resistance..."

"The resistance is for them, not for cooking. Besides, I'm so good at cooking, there's no need to make trouble with money for them." Jiang Ci curled her mouth, and her smile didn't reach her eyes. Where is the talent passed down from her family?This is from her previous life.

Her grandfather surnamed Jiang can be regarded as a generation of famous chefs in City A. He has recipes and fame handed down from his ancestors. He was willing to work hard when he was young.A large restaurant, and later set up a catering group.

And her father is the president of one of the branches.

However, since her father's life, she has not learned how to cook well.After all, in the eyes of these rich men, cooking for people to eat is equivalent to serving people in disguise. They are born to manage people and sit in the building. How can they really cut fish and vegetables, and cook soup in pots?

In the generation of Jiang Ci and Jiang Xiaotang, there are fewer cooks. Jiang Ci and Jiang Xiaotang both studied finance, and her cousins also studied business.

The Jiang family are all profit-seeking characters.After her father remarried, she ignored her, and her relatives didn't think they could get anything from her as a little girl, and gradually they didn't care about her life or death.

Jiang Ci cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and realized after a while that after she finished saying that sentence, grandma didn't speak for a while.

Jiang Ci walked to the living room.

Zhao Sulan's room heard the sound of a drawer being pulled, and a few seconds later, she came out of the room, holding a dark red passbook in her hand.

Jiang Ci's eyes widened slightly: "Grandma?"

"This is the money your mother left behind. There are 300,000 yuan in it. Originally, it was intended to be used as a dowry for you, or to use it when something important happened. Jiang Ci, you really made up your mind, seriously, you wantGo this way?"

Zhao Sulan's hands trembled a little, this decision was very important to her, she even called Jiang Ci's full name.

Jiang Ci was stunned for a moment, a warmth suddenly slipped through her heart, she nodded: "Well, I'm serious."

"That's good. Aren't you short of capital? I'll give you the money, and you must work hard. You don't have to look for a job, as long as you can support yourself and be happy, you can do whatever you want." Zhao Sulan stuffed the passbook into theIn Jiang Ci's hands.

Jiang Ci said: "Don't worry, within two years, I will definitely return double the money to you."

"Why don't you pay it back, and double it in two years? You're talking big talk."

...

Jiang Ci originally thought that she would have to find a way to save money for a while, but after receiving 300,000 yuan from Zhao Sulan, she had enough funds for opening a store in no time.

She is confident in her craft.

And she said that after earning money, she will double it back to Zhao Sulan, so that the old man can live a happy old age. This is not a lie.

In the following week, Jiang Ci ran around in city A, found a restaurant that the owner had changed hands to sublet, renovated it a little, and spent a few more days to complete all the procedures that needed to be done.

Everything is ready.