In front of Lu Xichun was a bowl of pickled cabbage and yellow croaker noodles, which was different from the yellow croaker noodles that Feng Yifan had previously copied from his grandmother's childhood recipe.
This bowl of pickled cabbage and yellow croaker noodles is made by deboning small yellow croakers, slicing off the fish meat and coating it with starch.
Then use fish bones to make the base soup, add sauerkraut and cook, and finally add the starched fish fillets and blanch until cooked.
The whole production process is a little bit similar to pickled fish.
The base soup and fish fillets were ready, and Feng Yifan cooked a bowl of improvised hand-rolled noodles.
It can be said that the soup base and toppings alone are already overflowing with rich fragrance.
Even if the hand-rolled noodles cannot be made with stewed chicken soup because they are in a hurry, it will not affect the flavor of the noodles.
Look at the bowl of fragrant sauerkraut and yellow croaker noodles in front of you.
Lu Xichun first glanced at Feng Yifan, then without saying anything, he lowered his head and started eating.
The first thing is to take a sip of the fragrant fish soup.
The umami flavor of sauerkraut and yellow croaker is perfectly blended together in the soup.
The fish soup is delicious, with sauerkraut and very good seasoning, the base soup is really great.
After taking a sip of the soup, Lu Xichun no longer cared about his face and started to eat with chopsticks. At the end of the meal, he even picked up the bowl and swallowed the soup and noodles together, really wolfing them down.
Soon, the old man finished the bowl of noodles.
Then the old man stood up and asked, "How much is this bowl of noodles?"
Feng Yifan said, "Give it to me as you see fit."
Lu Xichun didn't say much. He took out his wallet, took out two hundred yuan from the wallet and put it on the table, then called Lu Xihe and Quan Chengping to leave.
Seeing this, Feng Jiandong followed him out to see him off.
After seeing off the three old men, Feng Jiandong returned to the restaurant.
I saw that my son had quietly cleaned the table and washed all the dishes and put them all in the disinfection cabinet in the kitchen.
Feng Jiandong couldn't help but say, "No matter what, he is your grandpa after all."
Feng Yifan responded calmly: "Yes, he is my grandpa, so I made that bowl of noodles for him."
Feng Jiandong sighed: "Alas, pickled cabbage and yellow croaker noodles, your grandma's most famous bowl of noodles, uses almost the same ingredients as your grandmother's yellow croaker noodles, but the cooking methods are completely different.
In fact, this bowl of noodles is the key to your mother and I being together."
Feng Yifan became alert immediately after hearing the second half of his father's words.
Walking out of the kitchen, he pulled his father out and asked, "Dad, tell me, how did you and my mom get together over a bowl of yellow croaker noodles?"
Feng Jiandong spoke sweetly as he left the restaurant with his son.
It turns out that the relationship between Feng Yifan's parents was really related to a bowl of yellow croaker noodles.
Because Feng Yifan’s grandmother and great-grandmother are both good at making yellow croaker noodles.
But the methods are two different.
The method of Feng Yifan’s grandma yellow croaker noodles is similar to braised small yellow croaker, and then the whole braised small yellow croaker is covered on the cooked soup noodles.
My grandma’s method is to remove the bones of the small yellow croaker and use the bones to cook a pot of fish soup.
Then, stir-fry the sauerkraut, pour in the filtered fish soup, add the sliced yellow croaker, and finally serve with hand-rolled noodles.
Both methods taste very good.
However, before Feng Yifan's parents met, they didn't know of another way.
The two met in a noodle shop and both ordered a bowl of yellow croaker noodles.
Then both of them were not satisfied with the yellow croaker noodles in that noodle shop.
What’s even more interesting is that when the parents got together to discuss the issue, they discovered that the other party’s approach was different from their own, and as a result, they ended up having an argument.
"What happened next?" Feng Yifan found it very interesting and quickly asked his father.
But before Feng Jiandong could reply, another voice suddenly came from the front to answer.
"Later, your father and I made a bet to see who could make the best yellow croaker noodles. Then we both went back to prepare them and wanted to compete."
Feng Yifan and his father looked up when they heard the voice and saw their mother standing at the entrance of the community not far ahead.
Feng Jiandong walked forward with a smile, reached out and held his wife's hand.
When Feng Jiandong reached out his hand and wanted to hold her hand, Lu Cuiling proudly shook off her husband's hand.
"Go away. Do you think what happened today is over?"
Feng Jiandong had no choice but to reach out and grab his wife's hand again, and said in a low voice: "Don't be angry, I know you don't want to see Grandpa Yifan, but he is an elder after all. He came here alone, we can't really pretend that we don't know him, right?"
Lu Cuiling said: "Have you forgotten what he did for us? Did he lend a hand to us when we were in the most difficult time
And how did he treat us when Yifan's grandmother passed away?"
Feng Jiandong has already held his wife's hand and held her in his arms, and began to persuade her patiently: "It has been so many years since the incident, and his Alzheimer's disease is getting worse. He may not remember some things soon."
Lu Cuiling was still blunt: "Just because he can't remember it doesn't mean that it didn't happen."
Feng Yifan saw that his parents seemed to be unable to reach an agreement, and his mother seemed a little agitated. His father reached out and gestured to him quietly, indicating that he should help.
He came forward and said, "Mom and Dad, can you finish the story of the bowl of yellow croaker noodles first? Who won the yellow croaker noodles you two made later?"
When Lu Cuiling heard this, she immediately said, "Of course I, your mom, won. Your dad didn't even make it."
Feng Jiandong said helplessly: "After I made a bet with your mother, I remembered that I was living in the staff dormitory at the time and there was no place to make yellow croaker noodles."
Listening to his parents talking about how they met, Feng Yifan really felt that although his parents' love story was ordinary, it was still full of laughter. Moreover, when he saw his parents talking about the past, he could see the love they had for each other in their eyes.
The two of them made a bet that they would make a bowl of homemade yellow croaker noodles.
In the end, the mother succeeded, but the father failed.
However, after his father tasted the yellow croaker noodles made by his mother, he said something that Feng Yifan never thought his father would say.
My mother said proudly, "Your father once said that he had only eaten two bowls of the best yellow croaker noodles in his life. One bowl was made by his mother, and the other was made by me."
Hearing his mother's words, Feng Yifan looked at his father with eyes wide open in disbelief.
The latter felt a little embarrassed at first being looked at like this by his son.
But since his wife was by his side, he couldn't deny saying it.
After hesitating for a while, my father finally confessed: "Yes, that's exactly what I said, and I still think that the two most delicious bowls of yellow croaker noodles I've ever eaten in my life were made by your grandmother and your mother. They are the only two most important women in my life."
Feng Yifan couldn't help but smile and clapped his hands.
"That's great. I never thought that my dad would make such a sweet declaration of love to my mom, and in front of me, his son."
Seeing her son's expression, Lu Cuiling said, "Why? Only you young people are allowed to speak? Are we old people not allowed to speak?"
Feng Yifan smiled and said, "Sure, sure."
Feng Jiandong held his wife's hand and said as they walked: "That's right, your mother and I are truly in our twilight years, and we must work together towards our happiness."
After taking two steps, Lu Cuiling suddenly shook her hand away and said, "No, you have to explain it to me clearly and swear that you will never care about the Lu family's affairs again. You are not allowed to receive them again."
When Feng Jiandong saw his wife's look, he felt helpless.
"Well, I won't force you to meet them anymore, but if they come, I will still go out to receive them. After all, they are the elders."
Lu Cuiling was firm: "No, you are not allowed to go, and neither is my son."
Feng Yifan was standing nearby, and when he saw the looks on his parents' faces, he suddenly felt as if he was seeing a young couple quarreling.
At this moment, Feng Jiandong and Lu Cuiling seemed to have returned to more than 30 years ago.
The two of them are like a young couple in their youth.
There were some quarrels going on in the street because of some conflicts at home.
Putting himself in the situation, Feng Yifan found that every word his mother said sounded a little like a girlfriend acting coquettishly to her boyfriend.
Looking at the father, he was helpless in the face of his girlfriend's unreasonable behavior.
Feng Yifan watched and thought about it and found it really very interesting.
The two people were arguing as they walked.
In the end, an agreement was reached.
In short, my mother was unwilling to meet Grandpa Feng Yifan.
Then the mother allowed the father to meet and receive guests, but he was not allowed to bring them to the restaurant with his son.
After reaching an agreement, Feng Yifan stepped forward and said, "Okay, Mom and Dad, can we go back to bed? I'm almost dying of sleep. I'm really tired today."
Seeing her son's expression, Lu Cuiling turned to her husband and said, "Look, it's all your fault. If you hadn't insisted on bringing him here, my son would be upstairs with his granddaughter and daughter-in-law. It's you who's always looking for trouble."
Feng Jiandong said helplessly: "Okay, let's go upstairs and sleep, and be quiet when you go upstairs and enter the room, so as not to wake up the little granddaughter."
Lu Cuiling said: "I know, you just need to be careful."
Feng Yifan went upstairs with his parents.
Then I watched my parents come in very carefully, put on their shoes as quietly as possible, and then we ran quickly to their house together.
When Feng Yifan saw his parents' actions, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.
Finally, he held back his laughter, locked the door, and then tiptoed back to his room.
When he approached the bed, his wife turned over and woke up in a daze.
"You're back? Has grandpa been sent away?"
Feng Yifan first sat down beside the bed, put his arms around his wife and comforted her softly.
"Grandpa has gone, you can sleep peacefully. I'm going to take a shower. If I disturb you, I'll make a bed on the floor so you can sleep well."
Su Ruoxi pouted and said, "No, come up and hug me to sleep too."
Feng Yifan lowered his head, kissed his wife's forehead and said, "Okay, wait for me."
He then went to the bathroom in the room and took a good bath.
After all, I sent my uncle off tonight and went back to the restaurant to cook, so I still needed to wash it thoroughly.
When Feng Yifan finished washing and came out, he saw that his wife was actually asleep in bed.
He tiptoed onto the bed, then held his wife in his arms and fell asleep together.
After leaving the ancient street, Lu Xichun didn't say a word along the way.
Seeing that he didn't say a word, Lu Xihe and Quan Chengping didn't know what to say and just stayed by his side.
The three old men went back to the hotel and took Lu Xichun to his room.
Quan Chengping finally couldn't help but speak up: "Brother-in-law, you don't have to be so depressed. At least I think Feng Jiandong still respects you, and Yifan is also willing to receive you, so the situation can actually be eased. Later, Xi Gu and I will work together to persuade Xiao Lingzi."
Lu Xichun sighed and finally spoke.
"I was confused at the time. I regret it now, but nothing can be changed. I am like this now, and the children at home are like that. What can I do?"
Lu Xigu thought for a while and said, "Brother, I think you should let it go completely. As the saying goes, children and grandchildren have their own blessings. You have taken care of them for many years. Now you might as well let go and let them live their own lives."
Quan Chengping followed suit and said, "Yes, why not just let it go."
Lu Xichun looked at the two of them, and fell into deep thought.
As for letting go, Lu Xichun had thought about it, but he was still reluctant to give up such a small piece of family property.
If the family business were left in the hands of his current children, Lu Xichun felt that it would be lost sooner or later.
So he actually wanted Lu Cuiling to go back and help support the family business.
However, it now seems that it is impossible to get Lu Cuiling to go back, because she doesn't even want to see her father.
Seeing that Lu Xichun was still hesitating, Quan Chengping said, "If you are really worried, then just hand it over to others to manage and let the younger generations enjoy the dividends."
When Lu Xichun heard this, he thought that this was indeed a solution.
But Lu Xigu said, "I think it's better to leave it to them and let them do it. Whatever the final result is, they can accept it themselves."
When Quan Chengping heard Lu Xihu's words, he was still a little surprised and wanted to persuade him.
But Lu Xigu said: "I know that you want to keep the family business, but those family businesses are destined to be in the hands of the younger generation. If the children and grandchildren cannot take over well, then it will be of no use even if you arrange everything for them."
Quan Chengping admitted that Lu Xigu was right, but he still felt that Lu Xigu's approach was a bit too radical.
But Lu Xichun suddenly said, "Forget it, forget it. This may be God's punishment for me. Let it be. Xi Gu is right. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I have taken care of them for long enough. From now on, I can only rely on them."
At this point, Lu Xichun looked at the two and asked, "So, what about Xiao Lingzi?"
Lu Xigu shook his head and said, "Brother, Xiao Lingzi won't want your things."
At this moment, Lu Xichun could only sigh helplessly.