My travels can open treasure chests

Chapter 66

Pickled Duxian is a famous traditional dish that originated in Huizhou. It belongs to Anhui cuisine. However, due to the rich bamboo shoot resources in the bamboo sea, the local people have collected almost all the cooking methods of bamboo shoots in the country, so this Anhui cuisine is also a must. Tianfu's dining table.

This dish is salty and delicious, the bamboo shoots are crisp and tender, and the soup is rich in umami.

After Han Qi learned it, the chef also tasted it, and Han Qi left only when he felt that there was no problem. This is also the most confident dish among the three dishes he cooked today.

Absolutely no problem.

The one with the least confidence is probably the steamed grouper. He always felt that the taste was not right, and the taste was too different from the one he ate in Yanjin.

The same is only the unique umami taste of seafood.

It can only be said that Han Qi's steamed grouper is ready, but as for how it tastes, that's beyond what he can know now.After all, because of the quality of the grouper, it was impossible for Han Qi to eat his meat, so he just tasted the seasoning.

The dishes were put in the kitchen and covered, and Zheng Hongmei took Han Qi to sit in the living room and asked about the current situation during this time.

"There's nothing to say. I just went to Rongcheng to play around, and then I met an old man, and went to Tibet with him... The scenery in Tibet is amazing. I'll take you to see it when I have time."

However, the altitude of Tibet is a bit high. If you want to take your parents there, you need to find a place with a low altitude and beautiful scenery.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Hongmei shook her head without interest and said, "I don't want to go out, so it's good to stay at home. Your father and I have never traveled far in our life. I used to think about how we would go when you were admitted to university. Well, who knew you would stay in the local technical school."

Han Qi was upset when he heard that, and he wanted to explain for his alma mater: "He also has college qualifications now."

"Yes, Iron and Steel University." Zheng Hongmei teased.

However, the overall atmosphere of the chat is still very good. Han Qi talked about his own experience along the way. Although Zheng Hongmei watched it once in the video, she shed tears silently when her son said it.She was too scared, especially after hearing her son's friend fall off the cliff.

"How is that person now?"

"Very well, basically he can recover. I went to see him before I came back, and he said that he would ride again when he recovered."

"Still riding?" Zheng Hongmei asked in surprise, "Why? Is he stupid?"

"It's persistence." Han Qi explained.

In fact, the generation gap between the post-90s and post-00s and their parents is far greater than any generation gap in any era, because the development of the times is too fast, and young people today know too much useful or useless knowledge and ideas from the Internet. It's completely different from my parents' generation.

Not to mention them and their parents, people born in 90 and those born in 00 will have a generation gap comparable to decades ago.

For example, Han Qi can no longer understand the thoughts of students who are five or six years younger than him.

The pleasant chatting atmosphere between him and his mother ended when he heard the sound of the key opening the door. Han Qi's smile immediately froze, but after thinking about it, although the relationship with his father is a bit cracked, he still can't meet his father with such an expression.

So he pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed a strange smile.

Han Fugui was wearing work clothes and a hard hat. After opening the door, he saw Zheng Hongmei sitting in the living room at first sight, and then saw Han Qi with his back turned to him. He didn't recognize who it was at first, because the back view was different from what he remembered. The son is completely different.

But soon his intuition told him... this is Han Qi.

At this moment, Han Qi turned around and shouted, "Dad!"

"You... are you back?"

He didn't lose his temper as imagined, and Han Fugui didn't show any excitement on his face. He calmly said such a sentence, and Han Qi, who was a little timid in his heart, frowned suspiciously.

This is my dad?

When did you have such a good temper?
Does he know about my money?

No matter what he thought in his heart, Han Qi stood up quickly and said, "Dad, I learned a few dishes when I went outside. They were still warm just after they were cooked. Come and taste them?"

Han Fugui looked at his son, who felt both familiar and strange to him now.

He remembered what some of his younger colleagues said...

'Having 80 followers in half a month?It won't be a million in a while, damn your son is awesome! !Now you can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars by simply accepting an advertisement, right?It seems that your family is going to be prosperous, so why don't you treat guests to dinner? '

'It's great to sing too! !Uncle Han, Han Qi is so good at singing that he should be sent to learn it, maybe he is a star now, and he is also good-looking, and his filmmaking is obviously no worse than the current star. '

"Xiao Qi has been clever since she was a child. If she had studied better, she wouldn't have studied in our town... Lao Han, this is your fault."

I'm wrong?

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him, didn't he teach his sons like this?

But it is a fact that my son has the ability to earn money, and he can easily earn more money than himself, even a lot more money.

Then you can't treat him like before.

Han Fugui was thinking in his heart, but without losing his composure, he said kindly, "Okay, let me try your handicraft. By the way, why didn't you tell me in advance when you came back."

"Just got home."

Such a father made Han Qi a little uncomfortable, but he soon felt relieved... It's normal for his parents to change a little since his only son has been away from home for so long.

The whole family went to the dinner table, Han Qi asked the parents to eat pickled fresh meat first, and Han Qi quietly picked up a small piece of fish.

Hmm... the taste is actually okay.

What he makes is a very ordinary steamed fish taste, fish aroma and fish texture, plus the taste of steamed fish soy sauce.

How did the hotel in Yanjin manage to be so delicious?By the way, the steamed fish soy sauce, the sauce they use is not the steamed fish soy sauce bought in the market, but made by themselves? ... no wonder it's so delicious.

As Han Qi expected, his parents were full of praise for the pickled duxian. They also ate the other two dishes, but the taste was relatively ordinary.

Even so, the three of them ate the three dishes thoroughly.

From eating to washing and going to bed at the end, Han Fugui didn't say a single serious word to himself. Han Qi felt too awkward. If he knew that this was the case when he went home, he would have been back long ago, and he wouldn't be so worried.

He was even prepared to be beaten by his father before he came back.

Han Qi, who was in a daze in the room, sighed, and took the glass to the living room to pour water.

Han Fugui sat on the sofa and watched the Beijing opera on the drama channel seriously.

Han Qi watched him for a long time.

He found something different.

Although the previous father was not very reasonable, he was very majestic and charming outside. When he was sitting in the living room watching TV, he was like the leader sitting in the main seat for a meeting. It was scary to watch him with a serious face. .

But now my father rubs his waist after sitting for a long time, and laughs when he sees something exciting, revealing the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Han Qi understood.

In the two months since I ran away from home, I am not the only one who has changed.

Although I have grown up.

But in these two months, my father also got old.

(End of this chapter)