happy looking back

It is not dry, but also looks like a hungry refugee.

"This old man looks familiar—" Sitting cross-legged on the grass, the old man smeared some honey sauce on the body of the fat "old hen" from time to time, and a dangerous cold light flashed in his half-closed narrow eyes.Although the air-dried skin showed old wrinkles, but the imposing manner of this man, I felt that what this old man roasted was not meat, but aura!

"Baby, you missed the appointment!" The old man didn't look up, he didn't even blink his eyebrows, but it was just such a lukewarm sentence that made my hands and feet feel cold.If it weren't for Li Xiqing's strong arms around my waist, I might have fallen headfirst and fell to my knees.It's not that I have never seen a "capable person" who can overwhelm others with power, but with this posture of not being angry and arrogant, the only one who can compete with this old man so far is perhaps the old man Zhang Fenggang in the stone house in Xiaohe Village.

"I'm sorry, grandpa! Well, you—you live here too?" Being able to unscrupulously dig pits and barbecue meat in such a beautiful environment is tantamount to burning pianos and cooking cranes.Seeing the trembling fingers of the old man suffering from Parkinson's ADHD brushing the honey juice, although the trembling was severe, he skillfully prevented half of the dripping honey juice from spilling out.So I was puzzled by the sudden appearance of the old man, but I was more curious about the identity of the old man.

"En!" The old man, who cherishes words like gold, squinted his eyes, focusing on the browned barbecue in his hand.Jiji's family and Zeng Mengjing stared at the barbecue in the old man's hand without blinking, and all swallowed with a "gudong".Although he was envious of the fat barbecue in the old man's hand, the old man seemed very unhappy with my "no appointment".But the problem is that I didn't come back as scheduled to discuss local cuisine with his old man, which was purely an innocent disaster.

"His name is Ade, and he is a new Chinese chef. He was unknown when he was young, but he became famous in middle age. He is also a famous figure in both black and white. Nowadays, it is rare in ancient times and sees through the red dust, so follow the example of the ancients, Find a quiet place to spend the rest of your life." Li Xiqing enthusiastically made a summary of the old man's life, although the tone was not sarcasm, but it was quite casual.I wonder that Li Xiqing is not a mean and unkind person, but what he said makes people want to beat him.

Holding the brush tremblingly in one hand, and turning the barbecue in the other, Mr. Ade's withered face twitched, and his slightly narrowed eyes slid across Li Xiqing's body like a hob.But Li Xiqing is not the face she used to be, and she is still calm and composed under such coercion.

"Grandpa Ade, you not only know how to eat, it turns out that this skill is also one of the best!" Not wanting to have any unhappiness between the "expert" old man Ade and Li Xiqing, I hurriedly put on a shy face, gave a thumbs up, and said, "It really is very good!" The flattery of a superior person.I praised the old man's long and narrow eyebrows and raised his eyebrows, and his lips, which were stronger than chrome, split a narrow gap, so I barely stopped the exaggerated facial expression.

"Grandpa Gao, Xiao Jing likes it!" Who said that Xiao Jing's forehead has been cut open, and there is something wrong with his intelligence? !Look at this kid's "toothless" flattering smile, like a little fox hiding in the corner, peeking at my "fruit of victory" without blinking.Sure enough, the old man Ade was praised by the innocent Xiao Jing, his eyes narrowed into a curved crescent moon hanging with frost.

"Wow~~~" Unwilling to be left behind, Ji Saburo wagged his tail, rubbed his furry head against the old man's trousers covered with grass chips, and stared pitifully at the dried orange peel of Mr. Ade with his dark eyes Face.

"Damn, what kind of owner really has what kind of dog!" Teasing Ji Saburo next to his feet with his grease-stained fingers, Mr. Ade looked at the dog doll jumping up and down after being teased in a good mood , Walk before and after running.But Li Xiqing, who was teased by Mr. Ade's subtext, didn't care, just pulled the lip line at the corner of his mouth inexplicably, and smiled wickedly.

"Bo Jian, you are lucky today!" Grandpa Li Gu turned his back on the guest and walked ahead of everyone.Li's father, who was closely behind, put on an exaggerated expression of "you hit the big luck today", and looked happily at Cheng Bojian who was beside him with great interest.The unconcerned smiles on the faces of the two middle-aged men are like a pair of close friends who have reunited after a long absence, and they can no longer find the strangeness from more than an hour ago.

"Oh?! Then you can't be stingy with those few bottles of fine French red wine in your wine cellar!" Cheng Bojian grabbed Papa Li's wrist and couldn't wait to pile it on the barbecue pile.The small but sharp eyes swept across Mr. Ade's face, and then dragged Li's father like a rascal to beg for a drink.

"As expected of being a detective, you know everything about my private wine cellar." Father Li waved his hand boldly, "But for the sake of the number of distinguished guests, today's good wine and food are enough!" The heroic spirit with which he lashed out at Fang Qiu was a bit like that of Uncle You, You Jianjun, who was known to "never get drunk for a thousand cups" in Xiaohe Village.Cheng Bojian, who was put on his shoulders by "Brothers are good", raised his eyebrows, crossed his legs carelessly, and sat down on the lower head of old man Ade.

"The 32-year-old Carters from France was bought by Huishan eight years ago when she went to France to participate in the jewelry exhibition, and she has never been willing to drink it. If you are happy today, you can drink it to your heart's content." Li's father, as the host, enthusiastically asked Li's mother He took out a bottle of deep red wine from the ice bucket that he brought over.

"Grape wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, immediately call. Drunk lying on the battlefield Lord Mo Xiao, how many people have fought in ancient times?" Cheng Bojian shook the wine glass with dark red liquid in his hand, looking through the blood-red glass to the opposite side. Shen's setting sun.Savoring the mellow aroma and sweetness between his lips and teeth, he couldn't help sighing, "Good wine~~~"

The words are full of admiration for the fine wine, but there is also a little sense of bleakness about the bleak future.I don't know whether such sadness comes from the bitter cold and desolation of the battlefield described in Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci", or Cheng Bojian's confusion about the future fate of the "Pearl of the Orient".In short, as Cheng Bojian chanted softly, Li's father and Li's mother present were stunned for a moment.

"More than mellow but not enough sweetness!" Grandpa Li Gu sipped the dark red liquid in his mouth, half-closed his eyes, and shook his head regretfully, like a senior old alcoholic.Grandpa Li Gu's mysterious words made Father Li and Superintendent Cheng Bojian, who had a good drink at the scene, say "huh" in surprise, and they all looked at each other.

"Little Tao, it's time to take out the two bottles of wine that Brother Ge stuffed when we came to Hong Kong." Grandpa Li Gu waved to the secretary Xiao Tao who was guarding behind him. He took out two bottles of "white wine" in ordinary glass bottles, and said with a distressed expression, "Chief, you can't drink any more."

"Damn it, when did you see me drinking too much?!" Grandpa Li Gu stared at the wine in Secretary Tao's hand like a wolf with his eyes, and snatched it away before Secretary Tao finished speaking.Secretary Tao looked at the empty palm and muttered dumbfoundingly, "I have seen with both eyes that you are drunk and unconscious~~~"

This time, I ignored Secretary Tao's eyes asking for help. Apart from being a fire hydrant for the old and the young at my house, I really didn't want to spoil Grandpa Li Gu's elegance.He only stared at the white wine bottle in Grandpa Li Gu's hand with his round eyes. There was no label on the bottle.The surface of the glass bottle is rough and uneven, through which you can see a piece of distorted green on the opposite side.

Familiar wine bottle, familiar malt aroma, familiar crystal clearness, the pure grain wine produced and sold in Xiaohe Village has always been the favorite of the villagers.Although he doesn't even have a decent name, it is a classic of wine passed down by his ancestors for thousands of years.

"Alcoholic! Fragrant! But sweet as fire!" After taking a small sip, Li's father's face turned red instantly, and faint sweat stains emerged from his forehead.No one who has tasted Xiaohe Village's home-brewed Shaodao does not give a thumbs up.It can't compare with Erguotou in the north, which is more than 50 degrees. In the southern climate, which is hot in summer and humid and cold in winter, baijiu with more than 40 degrees is already strong and strong.Coupled with pure natural grain brewing, it comes from the gurgling spring flowing from the cow's head. From the moment "he" was born, he was destined to have an unparalleled mellowness and mellowness.

"Grandpa said that the 'burning knives' in Xiaohe Village are ordinary but unusual." Stretching my neck to reach half a glass of baijiu in Father Li's hand, I have been quite envious of the baijiu in Xiaohe Village since I was born.However, Lao Ge's family has an ancestral precept that men under the age of eighteen should not drink a drop of alcohol.Smelling the strong fragrance of grain, her cheeks turned red.

"Oh, what's so special about it?" Superintendent Cheng Bojian sipped the sweet white wine in his mouth, and he seemed very interested in high-strength alcohol.But I can't help being curious about all the new wines I haven't tasted, and I have a soft spot for wine culture.What's more, such pure and clear baijiu is rarely sold on the market. The simplicity and nature contained in it made him question the view that "liquor is equal to alcohol concentration".

"Xiaohe Village in Shancheng County is located in the lower reaches of the Yangtze River. Although it is a corner of the south of the Yangtze River, it is mostly a muddy and swampy land. In the early years, there were few people there, and reeds and miasma were everywhere. It was not until the early years of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty that refugees from Jiangbei gradually moved in. Calculate Shancheng County Chronicle According to the records on the website, Xiaohe Village has only a short history of more than 500 years. Perhaps many of them are descendants of refugees, so the people here have integrated the sonorous and powerful language of the north with the Wen Nong soft language of the south, forming a dialect of its own. Both soft and firm." Grandpa Li Gu took a sip of the white wine, closed his eyes and savored it carefully.I never knew little little