In the phrase "overcapable of underachievers", he divided up to tens of millions of lawyers each year, but Tao Mu let him do these basic things.
But it's okay! There is food, drink, money, and theater, such a good job, such a good boss, let him do whatever he wants. What more bikes.
After sending Zhou Shenxing away, Liu Yao and the three also drove home in a heavy snowfall.
Mr. Song has been waiting at home for a long time. Since knowing that Tao Mu got on the plane in the afternoon, he waited. He has been fidgeting and wandering around the house for several hours. Until it was dark, I finally heard the movement at the door.
With a sharp edge in his ear, Mr. Song rushed to the hallway with agility to open the door.
Outside the door, Liu Yao was still picking out the key that was struggling with Bala. In winter, people wear thick clothes, so it's easy to find the key in the bag. The two were looking for the key through the lights in the corridor when they saw Old Man Song suddenly opening the door. He glanced past them and fixed him directly on Tao Mu—to be precise, on the red sandalwood box that Tao Mu was holding in his hands. His lips moved for a long time before squeezing out a few words from his throat.
"The recipe... is coming back?"
This way, he really waited too long.
It's been too long to think that in this life, I may not be able to wait.
Father Song's dry and rough hands tremblingly took the sandalwood box. He held the sandalwood box firmly in his arms, and tried to open the lid with a trembling hand. Because he was too excited, Mr. Song turned it over several times but didn't open it. When opening it for the last time, Mr. Song looked at the Song family recipes lying quietly inside.
Old tears flowed.
Chapter 88:
After half a lifetime, Mr. Song was holding the recipe that finally returned to Zhao, and was speechless for a long time.
Tao Mu and the three can probably understand the feelings of the old man. Let the old man walk around in the bedroom with the recipe all night. The small table lamp placed by the bedside was on all night, and the warm orange light sneaked out from the gap in the door, just like the huge rock that Song Daozhen had been pressing in his heart, and finally moved away silently.
Early the next morning, Song Daozhen asked Tao Mu to accompany him to the Wenwan Restoration Shop in Liulichang, and wanted to rebook the Song family's recipes.
Tao Mu noticed that the "Song Family Cookbook" that Mr. Song brought out was thinner than the one he brought back. Raised eyebrows unconsciously.
Song Daozhen noticed Tao Mu's doubts, and slowly said, "What I want is "Song Family Cookbook." Since it is returned to Zhao, nothing less or more is not the end."
Suddenly Tao Mu guessed what Song Daozhen meant.
He didn't say anything. Just accompanied the old man to bind the "Song Family Cookbook". And accompanied the old man Zhang Luo to worship the ancestors.
It is said that it was the ancestor worship on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but before the ancestor worship, there are actually a lot of things to do. Song Jiazu’s tomb has been passed down to the present, and it has a history of more than 100 years. In the past, the old man Song confessed himself to be ashamed of his ancestors, and was afraid of being touched by the scene, so he did not dare to go to the tomb from time to time. At most every year during the Qingming Festival, I went to burn some paper with incense sticks and talked to my ancestors about my incompetence, weakness, and unbearableness. Can't avenge the Song family.
I'll be seriously ill when I come back.
But now, "Song Family Cookbook" is finally back. Song family inheritance also returned. Song Daozhen feels that he is still incompetent, but finally he is not ashamed of his ancestors. At least I closed my eyes for the rest of my life, and I have the confidence to see my parents and grandparents.
So this year's New Year, Song Daozhen can finally follow the family motto-Song family rules, to cook 36 dishes of Song family dishes when worshiping ancestors. Among them, the patriarch does eight Dao, and the other heirs and disciples and grandchildren do twenty-four Dao.
However, the Song family has been passed down to this day, only Song Daozhen, a widowed old man, and Tao Mu, an irresponsible closed disciple. So Song Daozhen decided to cook 30 dishes by herself, and let Tao Mu cook the remaining six dishes.
Before cooking to sacrifice to the ancestors, the ancestral tomb had to be specially repaired—the Songjiazu’s tomb has not been repaired for many years because of various reasons. Although the tomb head and tombstone are not incomplete, they look dilapidated. There are signs of aging and fading everywhere due to wear and tear. It was the scars left over from the wind and rain during the long years.
Just like what happened to the Song family for decades.
Tao Mu knew Mr. Song's wish and decided to continue the work of repairing the grave. Every time Huaxia people bury their graves like this
There are a lot of important things. Tao Mu didn't understand the whole story, so Suoxi_ng invited a Feng Shui master to come over.
It's about Feng Shui, it's about days, it's about buying candles, paper money, all kinds of stones, wood, and hiring people to do work. Luckily, Liu Yaomengqi helps Zhang Luo, or else Tao Mu, who has to go to school during the day, can't be too busy.
On the second night after returning to Yanjing, Tao Mu called Li Xiaoheng and asked him to come out to thank him in person—this time dealing with the Sheng'an Group, without Li Xiaoheng’s assistance behind him, I’m afraid it would not be so easy.
Therefore, Tao Mu should invite this meal because of emotion and reason.
Tao Mu felt that the meaning of this meal was very formal, so he didn't cook it at home. Instead, he invited Li Xiaoheng to Song Ji, and the old man made the cooking himself. Dad Yao and Dad Xiaoqi also accompanied the guests. It was their family of four who thanked Li Xiaoheng.
Li Xiaoheng was pleased to attend the appointment. After accepting the enthusiasm of a family of four, including Mr. Song. At noon the next day, Tao Mu was invited to dinner at a Cantonese restaurant opposite Jingying.
This time it was both of them. Sit in an elegantly decorated small enclosed box.
Li Xiaoheng poured a cup of tea for Tao Mu and asked: "I want to shift the focus of Xiaoheng Capital's work to China. Recently, the venture capital department organized an inspection group to focus on several projects. You can help me take a look. "
Li Xiaoheng said, handing a few thick folders to Tao Mu.
The two talked about business every time they got together. Tao Mu was not surprised either. Pick up the files and look at them one by one.
I have to say that the venture capital department of Xiaohang Capital is very powerful. The investment vision is very accurate. At least the projects Tao Mu saw were all very profitable projects for later generations. Among them, new energy and environmental protection projects will be supported by the state in the next few years. There is also the research and development and use of artificial intelligence in the logistics and production lines, which will be especially hot in the future, especially in the market.
Of course, Tao Mu believes that the development prospects of the entertainment industry are also good.
Combining the development direction of future generations, Tao Mu took his own thoughts carefully and seriously and really told Li Xiaoheng. This is more than an hour. Tao Mu said that his mouth was dry, and Li Xiaoheng sat next to him, pouring tea cups of water.
Tao Mu who was drinking went to the bathroom three more times.
When I came back for the last time, Tao Mu and Li Xiaoheng smiled and said: "... When I went out, the waiter didn't look at me right. Maybe I thought I was young because of my kidney problems."
Having said that, couldn't help but drank another sip of tea.
Li Xiaohang smiled, and gave Tao Mu a siumai filled with shiitake mushrooms, shrimp and glutinous rice: "It's all my fault."
"What does it have to do with you." Tao Mu swallowed the siu mai in one bite, his eyes brightened with the delicious taste: "It's delicious."
Li Xiaoheng hooked his mouth, his expression leaping slightly y_u tried: "Actually, I've been at home for a while, and I also learned a few dishes from home. I have a chance someday and I will cook it for you."
"Then I'm not welcome. Try the craftsmanship of the boss." Tao Mu said with a smile, but didn't care much.
He knew that Li Xiaoheng was too busy at work and didn't even have time to eat. How could he waste time studying cooking. But the business talks about each other. The facts are not important, just the words are beautiful.
But Tao Mu was slapped in the face without saying this for a few days. Because Li Xiaoheng came over again with two pockets of ingredients on the third night of his return to Beijing. The two met in the small snail house opposite Tao Mujingying. Li Xiaohang personally cooks Tao Mu a sweet and sour pork ribs, a steamed shrimp with garlic vermicelli, a steamed fish, and a pot of seafood porridge.
The taste is actually pretty good.