private kitchen

Lin Yize murmured for a long time, and then went to the hotel again after explaining, Mr. Zhou discussed with He Qingshan and the others about the dishes for a long time, and they discussed until very late before deciding on the dishes. The discussion was almost over, and Mr. Zhou clapped his hands: "Okay, you can go home soon! Fengzi remember to prepare the ingredients well tomorrow!"

He Qingshan snorted, and began to think in his heart whether he should go home for the next two days or not. Lin Yize's sudden confession yesterday really scared him a bit, he thought he urgently needed to calm down now.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the gate of the Humble Garden was pushed open, Lin Yize's cars were jammed at the gate.

He Qingshan's face was a little hot again, standing at the door, walking or standing, Lin Yize pressed the car window, showing a mouthful of white teeth in a smile, he beckoned naturally and kindly: "Come up! Let's go home!"

He Qingshan looked at him with a sullen face. At this moment, Elder Zhou came over from behind. He knew that Lin Yize had been living in He Qingshan's rented house, so he patted He Qingshan on the shoulder: "Why don't you leave..."

He Qingshan had no choice but to get into the car awkwardly. Lin Yize waited for him to sit down, and suddenly his body leaned over, and his whole body was almost attached to He Qingshan's body. He Qingshan was startled, and quickly pushed him: "What are you doing?"

Lin Yize's chest was almost attached to He Qingshan's arm, his head rested on his neck, and his hair brushed He Qingshan's lips lightly, He Qingshan's face turned red all of a sudden, hot He had a fever, and just as he was about to push Lin Yize away, he heard Lin Yize smiling and saying to the window: "Old Zhou, what time will you be in the Humble Garden tomorrow?"

Mr. Zhou waved his hand: "You can come whatever time you want, and Qingshan doesn't have to come too early tomorrow, and it will take a while to buy Fengzi!" He then glanced at He Qingshan who was frozen there: "Qingshan Take a good rest today, look at your dark circles, cheer up tomorrow!"

He Qingshan hurriedly nodded obediently, Lin Yize responded, smiled and waved at Mr. Zhou.

Turning his head again, he saw He Qingshan glaring at him fiercely.

Lin Yize laughed even more happily, He Qingshan's reaction today was really amusing, if he knew this would happen, he would have pierced through the window paper a long time ago.

Lin Yize slowly straightened his body, and gave He Qingshan a meaningful look. He Qingshan immediately shrank to the side like an ostrich, turned his head and looked out the window.

Lin Yize started the car, He Qingshan huddled in the passenger seat without looking up, as if he was falling asleep, after a while he suddenly asked him in a low voice: "Is this Mr. Qiu who came today very important to you..."

Lin Yize glanced at him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, wanting to touch his neck, but before his hand touched He Qingshan's neck, He Qingshan involuntarily moved to the side and hid again, Lin Yize smiled, and put all his strength on his neck. I grabbed my neck: "It's important to say that it's important, and it's not important to say it's not important, as long as you cook well..."

The next day, Humble Garden was busy again, Fengzi bought ingredients, He Qingshan and Mr. Zhou were busy in the back kitchen for another whole day, and finally everything was ready before Mr. Qiu arrived.

Mr. Qiu came to the Humble Garden on time at the appointed time, and he was still in that room, with the same cup of Emei Xueya, and he seemed much more cordial than Mr. Qiu last time, drinking tea while chatting with Lin Yize with a smile.

Lin Yize was explaining to Mr. Qiu how to brew the Emei snow buds and how to preserve the tea leaves so that they do not lose their aroma. Mr. Qiu listened patiently at first, but after a long time, he couldn't help but look at them frequently. Looking outside, he finally had to interrupt Lin Yize's eloquent talk: "Mr. Lin, you said we've been chatting for a long time, can you..." He smiled: "I'm here for this meal. I only ate one piece of bread!"

Lin Yize took a sip of tea unhurriedly, and grinned: "Look at me, I'm too busy talking about tea..." He made a gesture as he spoke, and Fengzi backed out in response.

Mr. Qiu smiled at Lin Yize, he suddenly found that at some point in the room there was a soft guzheng sound, the sound was not loud, but it was clear to his ears, which calmed his anxious heart a lot.

There was a faint smell of sandalwood in the room, and an incense was lit next to it at some point, the smell was very light, but it smelled very comfortable.

The sound of silk and bamboo and the smell of incense made Mr. Qiu feel very comfortable all over his body now. He glanced at Lin Yize, thinking that the third young master of the Lin family really told himself that he was a romantic man, unlike his two brothers, All ignorant fools.

Just as he was thinking about it, several waiters came up with some side dishes. Mr. Qiu saw that they were all common appetizers, but they were made more delicately. Lin Yize enthusiastically made a gesture of invitation: "Mr. Qiu Come on, let's have an appetizer..."

Most of those side dishes are simple ingredients, which are refreshing and suitable for meat and vegetables. Mr. Qiu tasted some of them and was full of praise.

The appetizers are finished, and it's time for the main course. Fengzi walked in with a delicate plate, put it gently on the table, and said loudly: "Pang Linxian, please use it slowly..."

Mr. Qiu took a closer look, and saw a black L-shaped bone china plate with some snow-white mashed potatoes in the mouth of the bowl. Seven or eight bamboo shoots were inserted on the mashed potatoes, and the sides were decorated with emerald green bamboo leaves. , The bamboo shoots are delicate and beautiful, with dewdrops hanging on them, as if they were just picked from the ground.

"Mr. Qiu, please!" Lin Yize raised his hand to signal, Fengzi picked up a bamboo shoot from the side, gently placed it on his plate, and flicked it with chopsticks, a whole tender bamboo shoot appeared in front of Mr. Qiu.

Mr. Qiu picked one up and bit it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face: "The bamboo shoots are really fresh, and the stuffing inside is also very good!" He raised his hand: "I guess, there is ham in it. Bamboo shoots and..."

Lin Yize laughed, and explained next to him: "This dish is an improved version of Pang Lin Xian. First, shred the ham and dice the young bamboo shoots. Accompany some fresh mountain mushrooms, and cook them slowly in high broth. Then stuff it into fresh bamboo shoots, and then bury the bamboo shoots in dried bamboo leaves and slowly smoke them, this Pong Lin Xian is originally a bitter dish, now we don’t talk about bitterness, the taste is the most important!!"

As he spoke, he smiled slightly and bowed his body: "Mr. Qiu is really lucky. Most of the bamboo shoots in this season are old. I didn't expect to find such fresh bamboo shoots. Speaking of which, it is considered lucky!"

Mr. Qiu nodded as he savored: "I once had a bamboo shoot feast at Gu's in southern Sichuan, and there was this Panglin delicacy on it. The taste is really endless. They are all quite different in appearance, and I have eaten a lot of bamboo shoots over the years, only San Shao, you, can compare with that bamboo shoot feast!

Lin Yize smiled, and Fengzi brought another dish.

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