Chu Zhiyan took Hong Weijie to a familiar Chinese restaurant. Compared with the light and delicate French food, they still prefer the Chinese taste of thick red sauce. Especially Chu Zhiyan, she misses a kind of hot and sour that exists deep in her soul more and more, and this restaurant can make fish in sour soup with a similar taste.
"This tasteis this pickled fish?" Hong Weijie didn't think the taste was bad, but it was indeed a bit strange.
"It's not pickled fish, it's fish in sour soup." Chu Zhiyan took a sip of the soup and said, "I bet this sour taste must be fermented from a kind of wine. I tasted it when I was a child." Fish in sour soup is very similar, there is only a little difference, this one is more sour, and the one I remember is more fragrant."
"Just call the chef out and ask if it's okay?" Seeing that Chu Zhiyan was so interested, Hong Weijie got up and went to chat with the fat lady at the cash register. For some reason, Chu Zhiyan was still a little nervous. She hadn't been back to China for four years. Except for Wenzhou people, she had never dealt with Chinese people from other places. The taste of this soup was obviously from the southwestern border.
After a long time, a naive old man ran out. He was wearing a tall hat, nodding and bowing, and he looked like a stowaway who had just arrived in France.
Chu Zhiyan asked: "Where are you from?"
"I'm from Qingtian."
"Oh" Chu Zhiyan was a little disappointed, she nodded and said, "This soup tastes a bit like Yunnan."
"It's not Yunnan, it's Guizhou. I know a Guizhou native, and this soup is his secret recipe. It is said to be their specialty. The soup base is made of fermented wine."
"Sure enough!" Hong Weijie praised Chu Zhiyan: "Your mouth is really tricky."
The chef looked terrified. He was cooking in the back kitchen when he was suddenly called out, afraid that something might have gone wrong.
Chu Zhiyan nodded and said to him: "We want to say that your cooking skills are very good. It is really unique to taste such a soup in Paris."
Only then did the chef feel relieved, he hadn't gotten used to being consumed, so he bowed his head and walked out.
A man of this age should have enjoyed the filial piety of his children at home, but he still chose to continue burning himself for his children.
Such a man made Chu Zhiyan think of Chu Rongsheng, and the happiness she had in her childhood.
Hong Weijie seemed to see that Chu Zhiyan was preoccupied, and he suggested that the two of them take a walk together to help digestion. Chu Zhiyan walked with him in the spacious and empty neighborhood.
"Are you homesick?" Hong Weijie asked.
"A little."
"Me too, I haven't been home for four years." Hong Weijie took a deep breath, and he sighed with anticipation: "But I will go back this year for the Chinese New Year, and I will build a big house for my mother, so that every brother and sister can live together." There is a room to read and study. I want each of them to study hard, be as learned as you, and go to university."
"Come on, don't compare me. I'm nothing for a college dropout." Chu Zhiyan touched the jade bracelet on her wrist, she thought of Zhou Manqing, but she didn't have the guts to talk to this man whose heart was broken by herself The elderly to contact.
When passing by the newsstand, her eyes suddenly drifted to a newspaper for no reason¡ªshe saw a familiar figure, a familiar face she had been chasing for many years and could not find. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com