Chapter 169:

"Thank you!"

Lin Xian took the smoke and thanked him.

He rarely takes the initiative to smoke, and only occasionally takes a few puffs when invited by others.

Taking a mouthful of cigarettes, Uncle Zhong smiled and said, "Come over for a cup of tea and talk slowly!"

Lin Xian thought that Uncle Zhong would make Kung Fu tea for them, but it turned out to be iced black tea.

Sitting on the high chair by the window, Uncle Zhong asked: "How did you know Liao Jie?"

"Does Zhong Bo know Gao Jianxiang?" Lin Xian smiled, and briefly said about the magic capital.

"Gao Jianxiang, I am a little impressed. This young man seems to be working as a cook in the Northwest Building at that time."

Bo Zhong spit out a mouthful of smoke rings, his expression was complicated and said: \"Young boy, do you want to eat yellow croaker in soup?"

"Yes!"

Lin Xian nodded solemnly.

Hearing this, Zhong Bo smiled bitterly: "A person like you who really knows how to eat, every chef will not refuse your request. It's a pity that you came late, ten years earlier, and I can barely do it for you."

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Can't it work now?" Lin Xian asked in doubt.

"Now?"

Uncle Zhong turned to Liao Jienunu's mouth and sneered, "Now one is silly, and the other is useless."

Looking at his trembling hand, Lin Xian raised his eyebrows and said, "Parkinson's syndrome?"

Uncle Zhong nodded and said, "Yes! With these hands, you can't even hold a knife, how can you cook? No one else can make soup yellow croaker?" Lin Xian frowned slightly.

In the description of the system task, he was asked to find Liao Jie, and it is not necessary for Master Liao Jie to cook the authentic yellow croaker in soup.

Zhong Bo proudly said: "At that time 36 official dishes were made by four chefs, each with nine dishes, and the yellow croaker in soup was one of the nine dishes created by my ancestor of the cattle school. How can this recipe be easily taught? To outsiders!"

"Official cuisine? Isn't it a full banquet for Man and Han?" Lin Xian was taken aback, wondering.

"Hey!"

Zhong Bo sneered: "It's not that I look down on Manren. What do they know as dishes? The real Manchu Feast is the official dishes cooked by the four chefs in Yangzhou. Qianlong went to Yangzhou. The Man-Han Feast was held. And those 36 official dishes are the top 36 dishes in the Man-Han Feast! As for the rest of the dishes, they are just a supplement, 108 dishes, for auspiciousness."

"That's it!"

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It turns out that the real Manchu Feast is the official cuisine of Yangzhou.

Lin Xian didn't give up, and continued to ask: "Then you don't have an apprentice? Yes!" Zhong Bo nodded.

Lin Xian's eyes lit up, and he asked hurriedly, "Where?"

Zhong Bernunu said with a smile: "Aren't you lying down there!"

Oh, the relationship between you two is not only the relationship between the boss and the employee, but also the mentor and apprentice!

The hope that Lin Xian had originally raised was immediately extinguished.

Looking at Liao Jie, Lin Xian couldn't help asking: "Uncle Zhong, what happened back then that made Master Liao Jie like this?"

"Hey, he is also a poor man. On the day of the match, his daughter was abducted by a trafficker, and her wife went after her, but she died in a car accident. This kind of blow is too big for him!" Zhong Bo sighed.

"Then why did you sell Jirui Building again?"

"Sell?"

Uncle Zhong shook his head and said, "It's not a sale, it's a loss to someone else! Then why don't you continue to open a hotel?"

Lin Xian felt a little weird.

"Beauty, it's not only the hotel that lost, but the sign of Jirui Building!"

Uncle Zhong patted him on the shoulder, stood up and sighed: \"Go back, there will be no more real soup yellow croaker in the future!"

After all, Zhong Bo walked out of the convenience store slowly, leaving the three of them with a lonely back.

Judging from the current situation, any of the second ring seems to be stuck.

Because of Parkinson's syndrome, Zhong Bo, let alone cooking, has difficulty even lighting a cigarette.

As for Master Liao Jie, he has almost been scrapped because of the severe blow. Even if he can return to normal, it is difficult to say whether he will cook.

"Let's go!"

After sitting for a while, Lin Xian stood up, took Zhuang Tong's small hand, and walked out of the convenience store slowly.

The situation outside the street made him stunned.

The original lively night market, I don't know when the stalls have been closed, the whole street can't see a person, and the silence is a bit terrible.

The shops on both sides also closed one after another, leaving only rows of street lights, reflecting the dim lights.

After making a call to the hotel and instructing the driver to come and pick up the people, the three of them walked towards the street.

"Mr. Lin, someone is following us behind!" At this moment, Tang Ping suddenly reminded in a low voice.

"Not only at the back, but also at the front!"

I saw three tall black people walking quickly out of the dark alley.

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Three in the front and two in the back, a total of five blacks.

Moreover, each of the five people is tall and strong. The tallest one is 1.9 meters tall, and a piece of muscle holds up the T-shirt.

"Robbery?"

Lin Xian sneered.

Since these three-no blacks sneaked into Yangcheng, the crime rate has increased significantly, and there have been frequent robberies and harassment of women.

Lin Xian did not expect that he would encounter such a thing the day after he arrived in Yangcheng.

Tang Ping frowned and said, "Mr. Lin, it may be more than just robbery. The black man who is the leader on the opposite side is a bit familiar. It seems to be one of the three blacks I reported the other day."