Zhou Tianqing has always been a very confident person.

As the only surviving grandfather figure in the direct bloodline of the Zhou family, he still has five, six, seven or eight cauldrons in the Zhou family store. This status comes from the noble 'Royal Chef' bloodline, which is passed down from generation to generation.

If you don't wear a daughter, you would rather pass it on to your lord rather than your son-in-law. The craftsmanship has not been threatened so far.

The braised vegetables of the Zhou family's old store have considerable influence in the entire Oyuan City, and even in most of the Shanyin area. His business is opened on Dayan Road, the most prosperous area in Oyuan City, and there are queues every day, even in Oyuan City.

It is said that a certain deputy mayor once queued up to buy his braised vegetables, and his secretary was scolded from behind when he tried to jump in line...

When he thought of this, Zhou Tianqing felt like he was looking down on the world. 'I have the braised pork in my hand, and I have it in the world!' These days, people are obsessed with fine food and fine meat. If they want to eat fragrant braised vegetables, they can get away with it.

Go to the threshold of my Zhou family?

Zhou Tianqing, who is already in his seventies, is a majestic man. This year, he will take advantage of the opportunity of worshiping his ancestors to strategize and win outside Ohara City. He will start to integrate resources.

This was the suggestion made by my grandson who returned from studying in Shanghai. It is a pity that a business like Zhoujia braised vegetables is only run by a small workshop. It must be a chain store, and the head office controls all resources and strictly controls each store.

The chain store model. This requires centralized production and a large number of skilled workers. Every store in the Zhou family has the craftsmanship of stewed vegetables. What they lack is just high-quality 'brine'. In the view of Zhou Tianqing's grandson, as long as they let them

Seeing enough benefits, Zhoujiadian will become a veritable stewed vegetable production base, and financial resources will follow.

Early in the morning, Zhou Tianqing looked at several brine being boiled in the kitchen and nodded with satisfaction.

There is a Lao Lu in his family. Speaking of which, this pot of brine was passed down from his father's generation. After his father passed away, he and the eldest brother joined forces to drive away the youngest brother, and the two of them divided the pot of brine; after the eldest death,

According to the rules, half of the brine should be given to him, and the remaining brine should be divided equally among the sons. In this way, more than two-thirds of the brine passed down by the ancestors of the Zhou family fell into his hands.

This kind of old stew is like a 'noodle starter'. As long as it is stored properly and a spoonful is put in it every time when a new stew is cooked, the new stew will have an indescribable fragrance, although it is not the legendary 'thousand-year gold'.

Lu', but that's about it.

Just relying on this old pot of stewed vegetables, Zhou Tianqing dared to plan to dominate the stewed dishes. Now that there is a foreign scholar in the family who has just returned from school, it is time to show off his talents...

Thinking of this, Zhou Tianqing became more and more proud and walked around the yard. He picked up a hot towel and wiped his sweat. Then he made himself a pot of jasmine and took a sip. He was about to sing Duan Qinqiang and practice his Dantian.

I was so angry that I saw a few fallen leaves in the middle of the yard suddenly moving and spinning.

"Has the wind changed?"

The cicadas start before the autumn wind moves, and an old farmer like him has this ability; he knows the direction of the wind has changed without even testing the wind. Before, his house was facing the wind, but now it has turned against the wind.

"Huh? What smells so good! Braised pork? How is it possible? Who else can make such meaty flavor besides Goose Family!"

Zhou Tianqing's face changed drastically. He had been cooking stewed vegetables all his life, and he knew the conditions of every household in the village. He knew the old stew and the new stew at the first smell, but this smell made him unable to sit still anymore.

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The smell of meat actually reminded him of his childhood. It was the smell of his father...

***

It’s out of the pot.

Zhou Dazhu opened the lid of the pot and took a deep sniff. His face was filled with an expression of intoxication, satisfaction and pride. This honest farm man was even a little nervous. He wiped his trembling hands on his clothes again and again, which made He Xiuxiu agitated. He complained vigorously: "As big as a child, it's all oil, it's all oil..."

"More oil is better, more is enough to taste, hehehe..."

"Goose means your hands are all oily. The clothes Goose just washed for you are here."

The couple was talking to each other, competing and complaining, but there were smiles on their faces. Do you still need to eat? I have been making braised pork for half my life, and I know as soon as I smell it, this braised pork can seduce the Buddha to jump over the wall! If it were sold in Oyuan, there would be a queue of 100 meters long, allowing the traffic police to work overtime!

Moreover, the work of braised pork in the later period was all completed by Zhou Dazhu alone, and Zhou Yi was the hands-off shopkeeper. Such a sense of accomplishment made He Xiuxiu want to put her man on the kang and reward him well.

Surrounded by nine children, the couple happily brought out two plates of sliced ​​pig head meat and pig offal. Zhou Yi and his parents had been waiting in the yard for a long time. As soon as the meat was served, Zhou Maotong couldn't wait to pick up two plates of it. Put the piece of meat into your mouth, close your eyes and chew it slowly, and then let out a long breath... Slowly opening your eyes, the old man's eyes were red: "This is the taste..." .It smells like daddy...wuwu..." He even started crying.

Li Xiufen was not a big fan of meat, but after eating one piece, she couldn't stop eating. She even ate several pieces without trying to persuade her wife.

"Zhou Yi! Why did I raise such an unfilial son like you!"

Zhou Dazhu's family was also eating meat like wolves and tigers, and they were eating happily. Suddenly they heard the old man suddenly say this, and they were all stunned.

"You have such a skill, but you only let me eat it today. No, I have to beat you!"

The old man wiped away his tears and spoke fiercely. In fact, he was smiling. The look he looked at his son was supportive and affirmative. It would not be an exaggeration to say he was affectionate. He knew Zhou Dazhu's craftsmanship. If he didn't have a son, There is no way to create such a taste with brine; in fact, it was my father who cooked the braised pork himself after being reborn, and I'm afraid it's nothing more than that. This still has the added effect of his childhood memories, otherwise even his father's craftsmanship may not be as good as his old son's. ...

The reason why the old man wants to scold his son is because he hates him for hiding his craftsmanship and refusing to honor his parents, but more importantly, he cherishes his son's craftsmanship... His ancestors have spirits, so he should also be able to smile, right?

"Dad, I'm just afraid that you'll get addicted to it. I didn't give it to you. It's not good to eat meat when you're older." Zhou Yi chuckled and said something heartfelt. What else could the old man say?

"It's a pity that you are not allowed to bring alcohol on the plane. There is no 'general and prime minister' to drink. Zhuzi, take out yesterday's wine. We men have been drunk today and don't know what will happen tomorrow. Why are you thinking so much? It's a big deal today. Meat and a big bowl of wine. Let’s have fun first!”

The old man laughed heartily.

"Okay, go get the goose now!"

Before Zhou Dazhu could lift his butt off the stool, the ajar door was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in.

A tall fat man walked in front with a shiny face. He smiled at Zhou Dazhu and said: "I woke up early in the morning and smelled the scent of the goose. But I found it. It turned out to be your craftsmanship, Zhu Zhu? Haha, It's better to come early than to come well. Let's eat together... Hey, is this a guest? I'm sorry."

Someone shouted from behind: "Village Chief He. This is not an outsider, he belongs to the third master's family." The third master was talking about Zhou Yi's grandfather. Zhou Maotong had been to his hometown several times, so some people knew him.

"Oh, look at me like this...are you Brother Dasheng?"

When Zhou Yi heard this, he realized that he had become a junior.

"Village Chief He, fellow villagers, please sit down...this is braised pork made by a child. I am about to ask everyone to comment on it."

The old man stood up with a smile, pulled the fat man and pressed him next to him.

This fat man is an anomaly. He has a foreign surname, but he has become the village chief. In fact, it is because Zhou Tianqing, as the clan leader, can no longer serve as the village chief, so the villagers have concerns about arranging a person with the surname Zhou, and he happens to have a high school education. So he chose I took this job. Although I feel a little bit ignored, I am still a local emperor.

Zhou Maotong still thinks that he will be able to enter his ancestor's grave after a hundred years. If the second uncle doesn't want to see him, how can he not establish a good relationship with the village chief?

This time Zhou Yi and Zhou Dazhu made a big pot of pork head and pig meat. They planned to let the villagers taste it. To occupy the position of the direct line in front of the ancestral grave, the votes of these side branches and even people with other surnames are also very important. The ten-year ancestor worship ceremony People with the Zhou surname from other branches of the collateral branch are all here. Zhou Maotong is originally a direct bloodline. No matter how much Lu Cai is recognized by everyone, not even Zhou Tianqing can stop him.

"Okay, it's so meaty. I haven't tasted this kind of aroma in many years. It's such an aftertaste..."

"I remember when I was six years old, I was lucky enough to taste the pork head meat made by the ancestors of the Zhou family. It has been decades and I have never forgotten the taste! I finally ate it again today. I was so touched... ..”

Who in Zhou's shop doesn't know how to braise pork? If you bring ordinary goods here, it would be weird if you don't get sprayed to death. But after eating the meat cooked in 'Zhouyi brand' braised water, the folks all praise it, including Less than half of the people were reminded of childhood memories.

Village Chief Wang shook off his cheeks and put down his chopsticks like flying. In a blink of an eye, he had finished half the plate of pork head meat. He still had some unfinished thoughts, so he grabbed a pig's trotter and gnawed on it. He said vaguely: "Brother Dasheng, this is really made by the nephew of the goose." "I think my eldest nephew looks like a cultured person. If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have believed it."

"Village chief, Brother Goose boiled the brine, and Goose watched the fire cook the meat." Zhou Dazhu said.

"That's right, everyone in the village knows how to cook meat over fire, but the key is still the brine..."

Village Chief Wang nodded repeatedly: "Brother Dasheng, it seems that this year you are going to compete for the first batch of descendants to worship. I think it will work. Even if the second grandfather disagrees, it will not stop the Zhou family's ancestors from loving to eat. Your son made braised pork, haha."

Although he, the village chief, is just a decoration, and his words in Zhou's store are not as noisy as Zhou Tianqing's farts, he still has good eyesight, and he and the direct bloodline headed by Zhou Tianqing have never dealt with each other very well. When he saw Zhou Maotong, he wanted to counterattack , of course I am happy to see the results.

"Haha, I haven't seen you for a few days, Fatty Wang, have you learned how to flatter someone? What's the use of flattering someone who has left home and forgotten his ancestors?"

There was a sneer outside the door, and Zhou Tianqing stepped in with dozens of descendants.

"Clan leader..."

"Clan leader!"

After everyone ate such delicious braised pork, their hearts naturally favored Zhou Yi and his son; but Zhou Tianqing had been the clan leader for more than ten years and had accumulated so much power that when they saw him coming in, everyone couldn't help but stand up and salute, even Fatty Wang was no exception.

"Shengli, bring me some pieces of pork head meat for grandpa. Let me taste how hot the braised pork is. Is it really so delicious?"

Zhou Tianqing glanced at Zhou Yi and his son, then turned to his little grandson who had just returned from studying in the Demon City...

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