Chapter 1151

"It's impossible. Let's go outside the wall now. Brother song, you can't lie to us? You know you're good at cooking, and you can't look at people across the wall." Chen Ming immediately ran to the gate and blindly called his mobile phone, asking his men to arrange passers-by by by the wall.

"Excuse me, which chef did you invite? What dish is it? How can it be so delicious?"

As soon as he got to the gate, Chen Ming was stopped by two thin old men.

These are two rich old men, dressed very extraordinary.

"Who are you?" Chen Ming asked.

"My name is Zhou Yingjie." The old man took an antique pipe. The wood of Photinia fed beautiful patterns. The jade pipe was as smooth as the moon. It was very valuable at first sight.

"Old Liu chuxun." Old man Liu is the thinnest. His thinness is different from others. He is thin. He looks 60 or 70 years old, but he is tall and straight, like a Cangsong. He is like the elder great Xia often mentioned in martial arts novels, shaking a folding fan in his hand.

The folding fan is the fan bone of Xiangfei bamboo, and the inscription is the seal of Tang Yin.

Tang Bohu's fan is not necessarily available even if you have money.

Chen Ming immediately mentioned a hundred points of caution: "it's a group of our friends who are having a dinner. It's a Buddha jumping off the wall. I don't know what advice the two predecessors have?"

As soon as the three words "Buddha jumps over the wall" came out, Zhou Yingjie stopped smoking and Liu Chu stopped looking for a fan.

"Is it really Buddha jumping off the wall?" The two of them stared at Chen Ming as if they were afraid that he might run away.

Chen Ming was even more excited: "two old men have eaten authentic Buddha jumping over the wall? What do you think of the smell?"

"It's very fragrant and has a deep aftertaste. It's very good!"

"Do you think it's good? Please come in, two elders!" Chen Ming wants to drag one hand and run to the courtyard.

"Brother song, come out and have a look. The Buddha didn't jump over the wall. I found two old diners. They smell it!"

The sound is loud, as if you were carrying a big horn at the entrance of the village.

Yang Song and everyone were surprised.

Chen Ming has appeared with people: "these are the two. They didn't jump off the wall. They came from the gate."

Zhou Yingjie and Liu chuxun are a little surprised. They have lived for so many years. What kind of people have they never met?

Chen Ming, I really haven't met him before.

At first, the two old men thought they had inadvertently entered the bandit nest or MLM organization.

Yang Song pulled Chen Ming back and said politely, "I'm sorry, two old gentlemen. My friend is too hot to eat. I ate too much today."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but express an apologetic smile to Mr. and Mrs. Chen Dahai.

"Mr. Zhou and Mr. Liu, why are you here? Do you live here?" Chen Dahai completely forgot the dignity and reserve he should have as the richest man in Los Angeles. He came and bowed very dogleg, and didn't even dare to shake hands: "don't be surprised, my unlucky son ate too much, and his brain was eaten away by him."

Dislike his son, Chen Dahai is professional.

"It's Xiao Chen. I haven't seen you two for a long time. Don't always say that the child is not."

"Yes, the child is very good and has a right mind!"

Chen Dahai immediately climbed along the pole: "your two elders are right. Xiao Ming hurried to meet grandpa Zhou and grandpa Liu. When you were a child, the two grandpa gave you red envelopes."

It seems that childe Chen lacks red envelopes.

"Grandpa Zhou, Grandpa Liu!" Chen Ming is not good enough.

Yang song can be sure that the two old men are at least predecessors of Chen Dahai.

"Everything was very good." The two old men turned their topic and stared at the ceramic jar on the table: "what's done is Buddha jumping off the wall?"

"A failed product cannot be regarded as a Buddha jumping off the wall." As soon as Yang Song's voice fell, the full table was full of people who jumped over the wall and bowed for the Buddha.

"Brother song, you're too cruel. It's too much to say that others don't taste good. Now you don't even give your name."

"No, brother song, it's really Buddha jumping off the wall."

"Aren't these two old men attracted by the fragrance?"

The essence of Buddha jumping off the wall is to put all kinds of ingredients together and stew them over a low fire.

"It's delicious to make Buddha jump over the wall. If it doesn't taste good, it's chaos stew." Yang Song black from their own dishes, cruel mouth.

Zhou Yingjie and Liu chuxun took a deep breath and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

"Can we try it?"

Whether you deserve to ask Buddha to jump over the wall or not, you can't just smell it, but you have to send it to your mouth, give it to your tongue for review, and be judged by your intestines, stomach and viscera.

Big people, or two big people, and even older big people who beat the elders, take the initiative to want to taste it, which seems that they should not refuse.

What's more, they invited the old man in.

Chen Minggang is going to say that Buddha jumping off the wall is gone.

Yang Song said, "there's only one left. If you want to taste it, you can only be wronged."

"No grievance, no grievance, this is our sudden door."

"What about that one? Please bring it!"

"OK, come right away!"

When Yang Song turned and walked away, he deliberately didn't look at the eyes of Chen Ming and Meng Shijia Wei Qu Baba.

Chen Ming regretted it. How could he believe that brother Song told him that there was no Buddha jumping off the wall?

He should go to the kitchen himself to make sure.

The last cup of Buddha jumped over the wall and was sent to Zhou and Liu.

"The porcelain pot is sealed and the outer wall is warm. It's very good."

Hold it in the palm of your hand and weigh it: "calm, no water waves, heavy materials, very good."

Open the cotton seal, and the aroma rises to the sky.

It smells delicious, not greasy or greasy.

"Smelling the fragrance really achieves the integration of all tastes. Pigeon eggs are very complete. The heat is well grasped. You have to taste it."

Two old men, one spoon for each, one for each of you and one for each of me.

It's fair to meet only one sea cucumber, which is divided into two.

The action is very skilled, and there is no lack of cooperation at a glance.

The spoon is fast and delicious.

"They didn't fight!"

The others were surprised.

Chen Ming, Meng Shijia, Li Ke and Li qingti are all good friends, but if they share a cup of Buddha jumping off the wall, they will certainly be tempted to steal and rob.

Fighting is inevitable.

"We can do everything for our brothers, and we can draw a knife for a bite."

This is the experience summed up by countless people after eating in Baifeng Pavilion.

It is also the touchstone of countless lovers.

Those who can leave their last steamed dumpling, last ball and last barbecue to each other are true love.

Zhou Yingjie and Liu chuxun fairly finished the last Buddha jumping over the wall.

No one spoke. Suddenly he stroked the table with both hands and closed his eyes.

"What are these two doing? Competing for internal skills?"

"What kind of skill are you practicing? Brother song's Buddha jumping over the wall is an immortal elixir to promote their success."

"It may also be that an immortal from heaven came down to earth. The old man tested brother song's cooking. If he passed, he will take brother song back."

"Everything is possible!"

Yang Songzhen admired the imagination of these people.

"Stop arguing. They're just aftertaste."