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Chapter 681 Grandmaster Skill

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    At this moment, the box door was opened again.

    The waiter from before came in with a tray.

    On this plate are placed four verdant rice dumplings.

    Putting the plate on the table, the waiter said softly: "Mr. Wu, Master Lin said that this is the last dish."

    Wu Jiang nodded and said: "I see, you go down! By the way, you will invite Master Lin over later."

    The waiter heard the words and said, "Okay, Mr. Wu."

    After speaking, he turned and left.

    Wu Jiang was about to speak, but found that his uncle was staring at the rice dumplings on the table in a daze, his eyes seemed to be full of nostalgia.

    This surprised Wu Jiang.

    You must know that my uncle is from Jiaxing. Now that I see Jiaxing zongzi, I might think about it.

    But this kind of situation is what Wu Jiang doesn't want to see. You must know that uncle is already ninety years old this year. This kind of thinking about things is the most sad thing. He doesn't want to see this kind of thing happen.

    Thinking of this, he hurriedly said loudly: "Uncle, are you okay?"

    Hearing Wu Jiang's words, Wu Chenglong paused, and his eyes gradually regained clarity.

    He smiled and said, "Of course I'm fine, I just thought of something from the past. The last dish served Jiaxing rice dumplings. It seems that the chef really has a heart."

    Wu Jiang laughed loudly when he heard the words, and said: "Of course, after the chef came, the first thing he said was to ask about your preferences. If there are no Jiaxing zongzi, it would be really strange!"

    Um?

    Speaking of this, Wu Jiang seemed to have seen something incredible, and couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise.

    Seeing Wu Jiang's appearance, Wu Chenglong asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

    Wu Jiang rubbed his eyes, then carefully looked at the zongzi on the plate, and said with some doubts: "I don't know if it's my illusion, I always feel that these zongzi look fresher than the ones I've seen before,  Especially the zong leaves, which look so delicate and beautiful, it seems that they have not been cooked at all, which is really unbelievable."

    Wu Chenglong laughed when he heard the words, and said: "I thought you didn't discover this detail!"

    When Wu Jiang heard the words, he was surprised and said, "Uncle, is there anything special here?"

    Wu Chenglong picked up a dumpling, sniffed it lightly in front of his nose, and then put it back on the plate.

    Seeing his uncle's actions, Wu Jiang's eyes flashed with envy.

    My uncle is really a blessed person. He has never suffered from childhood, and at this age, his body is still extremely tough. Not only that, he is also sharp and sharp, and even his sense of smell is not weaker than when he was young.

    Wu Jiang couldn't help but think of himself, what will he look like when he gets old?

    Wu Chenglong didn't notice the change in Wu Jiang's face. He said with emotion: "Gao Lian in the Ming Dynasty once introduced in "Drinking and Serving Notes Zongzi Law" that when cooking zongzi, it must be boiled with rice firewood ash.  It is also boiled with a little lime, only in this way can the leaves of the zongzi become green and fragrant. Unfortunately, few people do this anymore.¡±

    Hearing this remark, Wu Jiang showed a suddenly realized expression.

    This made him can't help but feel that the way of food is really broad and profound, even a rice dumpling has so many ways.

    After saying this, Wu Chenglong didn't ask Wu Jiang to help, but took a zongzi by himself, and then peeled off the leaves.

    Immediately, a smell mixed with the smell of meat came to the nostrils.

    Hearing this smell, Wu Chenglong showed admiration on his face, and he said with a smile: "Not bad, it is the best mutton fat glutinous rice. Xiao Wujiang, this time you finally used the right rice for cooking rice dumplings. You used to  I don¡¯t even want to talk about the ones I made, but can they be regarded as Jiaxing rice dumplings?¡±

    Hearing this, Wu Jiang smiled wryly and said: "Uncle, you knew that the glutinous rice was wrong before, why didn't you tell me? If we had, I'm afraid we would have already made zongzi that satisfied you."

    Wu Chenglong snorted softly, and said: "Even if I tell you to use mutton fat, what's the use? Do you know how to cook rice dumplings with rice ash? Do you know the difference between making rice dumplings for Chinese New Year, Qingming Festival, and Dragon Boat Festival?  Are you particular about it? You don¡¯t understand anything about this, even if I tell you, the zongzi you made still doesn¡¯t satisfy me.¡±

    Wu Jiang was speechless immediately after being told by his uncle.

    He really didn't know that zongzi had so many specialties.

      At this time, Wu Chenglong picked up the peeled rice dumpling and took a bite.

    Immediately, an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.

    Seeing the expression on his uncle's face, Wu Jiang immediately felt extremely relieved.

    It seems that uncle is very satisfied with this rice dumpling!

    Soon, Wu Jiang also peeled a zongzi, and he also smelled that indescribable aroma.

    It's just that when he was about to eat a zongzi, Wu Jiang showed a tangled expression on his face.

    He already felt the feeling of fullness coming from his stomach. If it was normal, let alone eating, he might not want to drink even a drop of water.

    But now, in the face of delicious food, if he doesn't eat it, he is really afraid that he will regret it for the rest of his life.

    How about taking a bite?

    Feeling the aroma constantly coming from the zongzi, Wu Jiang thought to himself.

    Looking at the zongzi in his hand that seemed to be shining brightly, Wu Jiang couldn't help swallowing.

    Just one bite, it should be fine!

    Finally, Wu Jiang made up his mind and took a light bite.

    In an instant, an extreme aroma diffused in his mouth. This aroma was very strong, including the aroma of meat, rice dumpling leaves, and strong rice aroma. The combination of these flavors formed an endless scent.  The aroma of temptation.

    The soft and sweet taste of the suet glutinous rice, as well as the delicious and soft roasted meat, combined with the fat spread from the roasted meat due to steaming, this zongzi is simply amazing.

    Wu Jiang swore that he had never eaten such a delicious zongzi in his life.

    At this moment, he seemed to be completely addicted to this smell and couldn't extricate himself.

    After he woke up, Wu Jiang found that the zongzi in his hand had disappeared, and there were only a few green zongzi leaves left on the table.

    Seeing this scene, Wu Jiang was dumbfounded.

    I actually ate another zongzi?

    Sure enough, bursts of fullness came from the stomach pouch.

    This made him couldn't help worrying, if he ate like this, there would be no problem, right?

    What made Wu Jiang even more speechless was that he had already eaten so much that he even felt a little difficult to breathe, but he didn't feel any regret at all.

    In his opinion, if you can't eat these delicacies, it will be called regret!

    Just then, there was a knock on the door.

    "Come in." Wu Jiang said loudly.

    The door of the box was pushed open, Lin Cheng walked in from the outside, and said, "Mr. Wu, you are looking for me." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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