"menu?"
Xiao Jun looked at it in surprise and didn't take it.
"Can we go in and talk? It's a long story." The middle-aged man looked a little melancholy.
"Of course," Xiao Jun welcomed him in.
"My name is Wang Zhengyang, and my father's name is Wang Hai, who is the 80th generation inheritor of authentic Shandong cuisine. This recipe book was written with great effort by my father, combining what he learned with his own innovations over the years."
Xiao Jun's expression became more serious. He had heard of Wang Hai's name, but had never seen him. He also didn't know that he was the old man who loved meat and Beijing-style dishes.
"I can't accept this recipe." Xiao Jun shook his head. Such a precious thing would be the treasure of any restaurant.
Wang Zhengyang smiled and said, "Don't worry, just listen to me."
"My father had a bad quarrel with our family some time ago because my brat said he would rather learn Western cuisine than his recipes. The old man was sad and ran to your house."
"After returning home, the old man sighed and said that if the kid doesn't want to learn, don't force him."
“But I also feel sorry.”
Wang Zhengyang looked at Xiao Jun's questioning eyes and said, "Although I learned cooking from my father, I can't do it. I'm not cut out for it. I can only follow the recipe to make each dish. Laymen say it's delicious, but experts know that the food is stereotyped."
"I can't taste the difference of one point more or one point less, and I can't think of how to change the ingredients, seasonings and cooking methods to improve the dish. I'm not born to be this kind of person."
"I can run the family restaurant very well, but I can't make Wang's cuisine flourish."
Wang Zhengyang gently touched the recipe in his hand and said, "Instead of putting it on the shelf, I'd rather give it to you so that you can improve it and carry it forward."
"Father will be happy too. He has been cooking all his life. Now I will find a good place for his recipes. A hundred years from now, I will have an explanation to him."
When Xiao Jun looked at the cookbook again, he suddenly felt that it was different. It was not just a cookbook, but also a heavy vision and trust.
He said solemnly, "I can only promise that I will not bring shame to Wang's cuisine. Every dish that comes out of my hands, I will make it worthy of the name of Wang's cuisine."
Wang Zhengyang glanced at it lingeringly and handed the recipe to Xiao Jun. "We all ate the dishes you made. They were delicious."
"My mother also said it was delicious," Wang Zhengyang thought of his mother and smiled gently, "When will you officially open? I want to bring my mother to dine in."
"Can you cook local cuisine? My mother is from Shanghai, but she hasn't had authentic local cuisine for a long time. I also want to make her dream come true."
Xiao Jun pondered for a while, "You can make pickled pork with preserved vegetables, and there will be spring bamboo shoots in a while."
Wang Zhengyang was very happy, "My mother loves pickled pork with preserved vegetables the most!"
Xiao Jun told him the address where the store was moving and sent him out.
When I came back, holding the priceless recipe, I still sighed.
"What's wrong? Why are you so dejected?" Ding Sha came over holding Xiao Ping'an.
"Come on, Xiao Ping An, give Daddy a smile."
Xiao Ping'an didn't know whether he could understand or not, but he really smiled widely.
Xiao Jun told Ding Sha about Wang Zhengyang's situation, and finally said, "It's really..."
He thought for a long time but couldn't think of what to say, so he could only sigh.
Ding Sha freed his hands to look at the menu. "It just so happens that they are renovating there. We can copy a few of Grandpa Wang's dishes and create a separate column called Wang's Dishes. What do you think?"
"I thought so too," Xiao Jun was afraid that her arms would hurt from holding the child, so he took Xiao Ping'an over. "The landlord over there is easy to talk to. The location and area of the house are bigger. I thought if it's suitable, I can buy it later when I save enough money, so I mentioned it to the landlord, and he said yes."
"So you can think about the renovation carefully. Now that the epidemic is slowly under control, you can make an appointment with a designer someday to look at the design drawings and renovate. What do you think?"
"Of course!" Ding Sha was quite happy.
Perhaps all Chinese people have a sense of security that only by buying a house and settling down can they return to their roots.
Ding Sha was no exception. As she spoke, she took out her mobile phone and started looking for decoration drawings.
"Is it okay to pretend to be anything?" Ding Sha asked.
Xiao Jun said succinctly, "It depends on what you like."
Dingsha is his favorite.
For Xiao Jun, when facing Ding Sha, there is always yes and no.
Ding Sha looked for a long time and finally decided to use Chinese-style decoration.
She saved a decoration that she liked and showed it to the designer Xiao Jun had arranged. "Can you do it like this?"
"Of course," the designer knew what he was looking at, "but the wooden furniture on the market now may not suit your taste."
"It's okay, I can make it to order based on the design," Ding Sha waved her hand. She was very satisfied with Uncle Wei's aesthetics and craftsmanship.
"That's settled. I'll be there to monitor the decoration for the next few days. I'll call you if there's anything that needs to be finalized." The designer is a decisive career woman. Her expression softened only after she had said everything.
"How old is the child? He was born not long ago, right?"
"Just three months," Ding Sha smiled.
"This is so cute. My little girl might have cried when she was this old. She cried every day as if her father had died."
Ding Sha was stunned for a moment. It was the first time he heard such a description.
The designer smiled at her and said, "My ex-husband cheated on me while I was pregnant."
"This..." Ding Sha didn't know how to comfort her.
"You can say sorry to me," the designer winked mischievously, "I think he's dead anyway."
Ding Sha burst out laughing. She thought this designer was really interesting.
Not only was he very free and easy, but he even avoided Xiao Jun and contacted her when discussing the decoration matters.
In the words of the designer, it is to avoid all unnecessary trouble.
The designer looked up at the sky and said, "It's getting late. I still have to go to the building materials market. I don't know which stores are open."
"Wait! It's so late, eat first before leaving." Ding Sha quickly stopped her.
The designer wanted to say no, but her stomach growled, so she sat down and said, "Let's eat first. I'm hungry too."
"What do you want to eat?" Ding Sha showed her the menu.
The designer took a look and said, "Let's eat something simple and healthy, with three kinds of silk."
"Would you like a bowl of rice?"
“No, no, no,” the designer waved his hands. “Sophisticated and self-disciplined urban white-collar workers don’t eat carbohydrates at night.”
Ding Sha smiled and handed the menu to Xiao Jun.
Three-shredded Vegetables with Chili Sauce is actually a completely vegetarian Huaiyang dish.
Cut white radish, carrot and green radish into shreds and blanch them. Pour the crucian carp soup that has been prepared in the pot and sprinkle some salt and pepper to season. Steam it for ten minutes and sprinkle with egg skin before eating.
It is not only sweet and refreshing, but also has the aroma of fish soup. It is healthy and nutritious, and it is very tasty.
The designer finished the whole plate, patted his belly, and went to the building materials market happily.
Ding Sha held up a pile of furniture pictures and said, "Take a look at these. Is there anything you don't need or need to add? Bring it to Uncle Wei someday. This pile will take a long time to make."
When Xiao Jun took it and looked at it, the first thing that caught his eye was a king-size bed marked with Ding Sha.
It is more than two meters long and looks very big.
Xiao Jun couldn't help but hold his phone and started to daydream.
Author's side note: Today's second update is here!
(Why is it only Wednesday
A heartfelt question from a corporate slave...)