1. Dad Song is a traditional person, but it does not seem to mean that he cannot accept trendy things.

Old-fashioned parents should find it difficult to accept that their children dyed their hair like Song Ying. For example, even her slender eyebrows were dyed in the same color.

"Have you met? When?" Old Dad Song was curious about the meeting between Song Ying and Luo Qiu.

Song Ying sat down at this time. The Eight Immortals Table had only four stools, but there were five sets of bowls and chopsticks.

Song Ying's stool was arranged on the right side of Luoqiu, and on the left side of Luoqiu was Song Haoran. Of course, the Eight Immortals Table was spacious enough that the people sitting down would not feel crowded.

After sitting down, Song Ying said calmly: "I heard that a VIP came to the humble house, so I took some tea from your grandfather and went to greet him."

Luo Qiu smiled and said, "Ms. Song also told me the allusion of Junshan Silver Needle."

"Oh? Is that right?" Old Dad Song smiled and looked at Luoqiu and said, "Don't you see this child being a bit offensive, but you have learned the skills of making tea."

"It's a pity that some people chew peonies and don't know how to appreciate them." Song Ying smiled slightly.

Luo Qiu was not very angry, and he really didn't know how to appreciate it. Secondly, although the Miss Song family who had first met had a sense of rivalry, it was much better than the situation where a Zhenlong, who was running a pet hospital, planned to use force when he first met.

"Yes, it's a bit wasteful." Luo Qiu nodded, "I don't know how to taste it, but I just feel that the taste is OK. And Miss Song is also very pleasing to the eye when making tea."

"Thank you." Song Ying Luoluo said thanking generously, then smiled and said, "Then I will regard this as a word of praise."

Song Haoran easily had a gap of hostility that Song Ying showed at this time. He looked back and forth between Luoqiu and Song Ying in embarrassment, and then looked at Dad Song helplessly.

The palms are flesh, the backs are flesh. Although Luo Qiu is the direct descendant of the Song family who has only been found, he also spoiled his deceased sister's children from the bottom of his heart. Song Haoran is not much older than Song Ying.

Although the relationship between uncle and niece is more like the feeling between brother and sister.

Dad Song smiled again at this time, looked at Luoqiu and asked, "Luqiu, do you think Sakura looks good?"

Luo Qiu thought for a while and said casually: "Ms. Sakura should be a beauty who is completely in line with the public's aesthetics."

Dad Song narrowed his eyes and said, "I'm asking you."

Luoqiu looked at Song Ying, in the black and white world, the spiritual light with the glory of life was changing. Luoqiu whispered: "It's very special, emitting a fascinating brilliance."

After hearing this, Song Haoran opened his mouth, as if he had known Luo Qiu for the first time. Song Ying frowned, and always felt that under Luo Qiu's sight, she subconsciously wanted to find a place to hide.

But... she suddenly felt a little uneasy. Dad Song’s questions were so sensitive that almost everyone could see some of the plans in Dad Song’s mind.

"That's just like it?" Old Dad Song's eyes lit up and he immediately asked.

Song Ying suddenly became nervous... she was nervous but did not show her feelings, but she also focused her hearing extremely.

"I like beautiful things." Luoqiu whispered: "But it is not the love between men and women."

You will have no girlfriend... Song Haoran subconsciously rubbed his eyebrows.

Dad Song nodded, but said, "Everyone has a love for beauty. Appreciation is a good thing... It's getting late, Lao Wu, let's serve the food."

"Okay, lord."

Uncle Wu tapped his palm a few times, and then a group of maids, five of them in rows, each with five people in his hands, and no one held a different dish in his hand to serve the dishes.

Uncle Wu introduced each dish, "Ham bamboo shoot soup is made of hot recipes and dried bamboo shoots with good Jinhua ham, and the soup base is made of old hens, cabbage, dried scallops and old ginseng. The fire recipe tastes sweet and mellow, while the bamboo shoots are fresh. "The Song of Soup" also says, "Only ginseng is good at getting a good reputation, and blood is slightly deviated from the pulse and can be reborn; if you take the juice with strong ginseng, you should know the full responsibility for the ginger and the strength is strong. "

"This is 'eggplant'. Dried eggplant cut into sliced ​​pickled vinegar, and combined with seven fungi such as chicken mushrooms, mushrooms, etc., five-spice dried tofu, winter bamboo shoots, and dried fruits with sesame oil and seasonings. 'eggplant' taste is salty and fresh, with a rich aroma, which brings back a little sweetness and bright color. In addition, this dish comes from "The Story of the Stone". Liu Laolao visits the Grand View Garden, which is the most detailed dish."

"This is……"

The nine dishes took more than ten minutes to introduce them one by one... Perhaps this is a necessary preparation before enjoying the food. The Song family seemed to have become accustomed to such traditions, and Luo Qiu couldn't help but think of Ren Ziling at this time.

If she were there, she would probably not pay attention to so much, but would just grab the last dish and stuff it into her mouth.

When the last dish was served, Dad Song suddenly stood up, took a jar from the servant's hand, and then placed it in the center of the Eight Immortals Table. He looked at Luoqiu and said, "Buddha jumped over the wall, just ten dishes, it means perfect."

Luoqi nodded.

Song Haoran said at this time: "Luoqiu, do you know that our Song family must eat Buddha Jump over the wall made by the elders."

Luoqiu said curiously: "Are the rules of ancestors?"

Dad Song nodded and said, "Let me tell you a story. During the Ming Dynasty, there was a family with a bare wall. Only mother and son depended on each other for life. The mother was a helper who poured tea and water for others in a restaurant. Because of poverty, the child never enjoyed anything and was often bullied. On his tenth birthday, the child's mother came back very late, but when she came back, she brought back a jar of Buddha Jumping over the wall made of various precious ingredients. Guess how did this child's mother get these precious ingredients?"

Luoqiu thought for a while and said, "Is there any leftovers in the restaurant?"

Dad Song nodded: "That's right, it's the leftover food. That day, a wealthy family held a birthday celebration for the old man, which was extremely luxurious. But there were a lot of leftover food on each table. So the mother took some from different tables, put them into the jar, and took them back to her home."

Dad Song kept looking at Luo Qiu's expression, "This mother did not hide the origin of this jar of Buddha jumping over the wall. She told the child: When these dishes were made, the chef tried the taste, so the first person to eat them actually ate the leftovers of others. You are nothing different from other people's children, and you are also a rich person."

"The child later passed the exam and his family gradually developed. He later established a family rule, that is, no matter what the descendants are, whether they are poor or rich, the elders must personally make a Buddha jump over the wall for their descendants. Do you know, why is this?"

Luoqiu said: "Do you think about sweetness and bitterness?"

Dad Song shook his head and said seriously: "This is to let the younger generation know that we will give you the best. No matter how this thing is obtained, it is given by us, and we give it to you with all our best efforts. I have eaten it, your grandfather has eaten it, Haoran has eaten it, and Song Ying has eaten it. All of our Song family have eaten it. Only you and your father have never eaten it."

As he said that, Song Tianyou stood up, silently picked up the fifth set of bowls and chopsticks, then put a spoon into the bowl, then placed it next to Luoqiu, and then added a spoon to Luoqiu's bowl.

"Today, I will make it for you to eat with you, and you will accompany him to eat."

Luo Qiu nodded, picked up the bowl and tasted it, then closed his eyes. The poured emotions easily melted in his taste buds, perhaps because of the story of Mr. Song, or because there was an extra bowl around him.

The mellow and rich soup slid past, and the memories brought by the taste flashed through it. The mother and son seemed to appear in front of their eyes in the distant time and space.

Under the dark yellow candlelight, in front of the wooden table, the mother also personally served a bowl of Buddha jumping over the wall.

She then sewed the clothes for the child, and he ate with relish.

Wealth is far away, but the warmth brought by the candlelight is around you.

Luo Qiu suddenly understood the mood of his grandfather when he pulled away the enemy for Song Tianyou, and also understood the persistence of Mr. Song's father for decades of searching for relatives.

It is a kind of inheritance.

Over the past few hundred years, the spirit of Buddha jumping over the wall has been condensed from generation to generation.

The previous generation left a mark on the next generation through taste.

Give you the best.

"It's very heartwarming." Luoqiu put down the bowl, smiled, and shed a tear at the same time.

It’s not cold to leave.

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"The clothes and mattresses are all newly changed. I don't know if they are used to them, so let's live there first."

After the meal, Mr. Song left early. He worked hard for two days and prepared the meal for the night. It was quite unbearable for his age, so he went to rest early.

Perhaps, he still needs a quieter private space to calm down his mood.

Song Haoran took Luo Qiu to a unique room, then stretched and said, "I'm tired too, so let's go here today, have a good rest. Someone will take you to visit this place tomorrow morning."

Luoqi nodded and spent his own time in the room.

He sat at the desk and opened a book that Mr. Song asked Uncle Wu to send him. He said it was a book, but in fact it was only a few simple pages. The method of Buddha jumping over the wall that he had eaten tonight was said to be passed down by his ancestors. Every member of the Song family had to learn to make this dish.

This is a lonely book, passed down from generation to generation, and the handwriting is already a little blurred.

Luoqiu thought about it, then took out the paper and pen and slowly copied it.

Not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door outside. After Luoqiu packed up the recipe for the new copy number, he opened the door and the person he saw was Song Ying.

"Is there anything else to do with Miss Song looking for me?"

I didn't wear the cheongsam that could outline her ketone curves, and my hair was just casually scattered behind me, and the fragrance after bathing.

The denim skirt and short-sleeved shirt looked cool. She was leaning against the door of Luoqiu's room. Seeing Luoqiu open the door, she looked up and down, and then said calmly: "I'm pretty good at acting."

“Where is it?”

Song Ying sneered: "My grandfather is a person who values ​​feelings, especially to his own relatives. However, don't think that if you say a few nice words in front of my grandfather, just a few tears, and pretend to be well-behaved, you can do whatever you want in the Song family and get what you want."

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in the wealth of the Song family." Luo Qiu smiled slightly: "I came here just to understand my grandfather's affairs."

"Is that true?" Song Ying said calmly: "I wonder if you can still say such beautiful words after you have truly understood the financial resources and power of our Song family?"

"It's so late. Looking at Miss Song's outfit, are you planning to go out? Then I won't disturb you." Luo Qiu said suddenly.

Ignoring Song Ying's expression, Luo Qiu closed the door with both hands.

But the moment the door was about to close, his white palm was crossing the crack of the door. Luoqiu asked, "Is there anything else?"

Song Ying said calmly: "Grandpa asked me to be your tour guide tomorrow and have a good tour. But there is nothing good to watch during the day, go now."

"Now?"

Song Ying blinked and said, "Why, I'm afraid I'll eat you? I'll see more things in the evening... But if you are not happy, there's no problem. I'll find you a tour guide at the travel agency tomorrow. Don't count on me, because I still have a lot of work on hand."

"Okay, then I'll trouble Miss Song." Luo Qiu nodded.

"Call me Song Ying." Song Ying said calmly: "No matter how you say that the blood on you is also the Song family. Your name will make my grandfather dislike it."

"Then where will we go?" Luoqiu smiled slightly.

"Come with me."

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To be continued...