Large chicken cutlets, pork belly, and lamb skewers;
Chives, mushrooms, and tofu.
It’s a pity that potatoes had not been discovered in this era, and barbecue always feels incomplete without potatoes.
Ye Diao placed the tray on the table and said, "Mr. Feng, please eat first. I'll go get some wine."
Knowing that Feng Xian didn't like strong liquor but preferred sweet and mellow fruit wine, Ye Diao also took out a pot of fruit wine this time, which was also provided by Xue Huan.
The peach wine that was previously buried in the space.
As soon as the wine is poured out, a clear and fragrant peach scent emanates, with a slight hint of alcohol, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.
Feng Xian didn't rush to drink. He picked up a piece of pork belly and put it into his mouth first. He was worried that the meat would be greasy, but it tasted crispy and delicious, and the perfect bursting feeling was addictive.
Ye Diao took a piece of lettuce from the plate beside him, wrapped the large piece of chicken fillet in it, and spread Xue Huan's homemade salad dressing on it. He handed it to Feng Xian, "Try it, it tastes unique this way."
The chicken chop was too big to be held with chopsticks, so Feng Xian simply ate it with his hands and took big bites.
Ye Diao asked, "How?"
Feng Xianmei narrowed her eyes and said, "Okay, that's really good."
These two words are the best compliment.
Ye Diao was delighted and couldn't help but taste it himself. Originally, he thought that as the host, he should let Old Feng eat first. After all, barbecue would not be ready in a short time. However, after tasting it, he immediately threw this idea out of the window and only regretted that he didn't grow an extra mouth.
What kind of divine meat is this! He has eaten barbecue before, but this is the first time he knows that barbecue can be cooked so deliciously!
When Feng Xian saw that Ye Diao was eating more happily than him, he no longer cared about being reserved and started eating faster, otherwise the meat would be snatched away by this kid!
Behind the screen, Xue Huan smelled the overbearing aroma of the meat while it was roasting, and she didn't treat herself badly, so she set aside a portion for herself to eat.
While the three of them were enjoying the meat, Cai Ling, who ran home to complain to her father, the county magistrate, was slapped by Cai Kuo.
Cai Ling covered her face and looked at Cai Kuo in disbelief, "Dad, you actually hit me?"
Cai Kuo felt a little regretful after beating his daughter, but when he saw her blaming him, his anger flared up again, "I hit you! Do you know who you provoked?"
This daughter has really been spoiled by her mother. She really thinks she can do whatever she wants in Fengchi County!
"Who else could be surnamed Feng and receive such courtesy from Ye Diao except Mr. Feng who returned to the county some time ago?"
Cai Kuo muttered to himself and paced anxiously around the room.
Seeing him like that, Cai Ling couldn't help but feel a little scared.
The only person she could rely on was her father, the county magistrate Cai Kuo, but now seeing that he was very afraid of Old Feng, she realized belatedly that she might have provoked some powerful figure.
"Dad, who is that Mr. Feng? I don't think he's dressed very well."
Cai Kuo explained Feng Xian's identity to his ignorant daughter.
Cai Ling breathed a sigh of relief. "What? I thought he was a high-ranking official. Now he has retired. And you, Dad, are the chief in charge of the entire Fengchi County. Do you still need to be afraid of him?"
"What do you know! Even if Mr. Feng retired, he is still no match for your father and me." Cai Kuo felt exhausted. This daughter was really ruined by her mother. Her head was full of idiots.
"Go change into something plainer, and I'll take you to apologize to Mr. Feng."
Cai Ling shouted, "Why?! I won't go!"
He ran away angrily.
"You!" Cai Kuo was so angry at his daughter that he slapped the table.
Qingtong Courtyard.
Feng Xian enjoyed the barbecue very much. Although he was still not satisfied, his stomach would not allow him to eat any more. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and poured himself a glass of peach wine, sipping it slowly.
Seeing that Ye Diao seemed to be hesitant to speak, he said, "Just say whatever you want to say. Why are you hesitating?"
"Then I'll be frank, Mr. Feng. The truth is, my little brat is twelve years old now, but because I'm usually busy with business, I've neglected to discipline him. As a result, he's very naughty and refuses to study well. I'm very worried about him."
Having said that, Ye Diao carefully glanced at Feng Xian's expression, but couldn't see anything.
Feng Xian: "So you want to send your kid to me so I can teach him a lesson for you?"
Ye Diao hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, how dare I have such a delusion."
"Then why do you want to treat me to this meal?"
"I would like to ask you to introduce a teacher to my son." Ye Diao stood up and bowed deeply to Feng Xian.
Originally, he was planning to ask Mr. Feng to take his son in, but seeing Mr. Feng's attitude just now, he was afraid that he would not agree, so he compromised and asked him to introduce a teacher instead.
Mr. Feng is highly respected and his status in the hearts of scholars and students is almost unattainable. It is indeed unrealistic to expect him to accept my son as a teacher, but it would be great if he could recommend a teacher for my son.
"Bring your kid here for me to see." Feng Xian did not agree immediately, but decided to take a look at the boy's qualifications first.
Ye Diao was overjoyed and immediately went out to tell someone to bring the young master over.
When he returned to the yard, he found that Mr. Feng was having a very pleasant conversation with Xiaoxian.
In their conversation, two out of three sentences were about food.
Feng Xian is a real foodie. This time when he retired and returned to his hometown, the excuse he gave was that he missed the sea bass and water shield soup from his hometown. Although everyone knew the real reason for his retirement, the reason he put forward was not made up by him.
He really missed the delicious food from his hometown.
Naturally, he had a good impression of Xue Huan, who could cook delicious food.
Xue Huan's grandfather was also a foodie, so when she saw Feng Xian, she felt quite friendly. The old and the young naturally started a conversation about food, and they got along quite well.
Feng Xian boasted that he had eaten quite a few delicious foods. He did not start out in a high position of power, but started out as a grassroots official. He was transferred to the capital only after accumulating enough political achievements in various places.
Before that, whenever he was appointed as an official in a certain place, the first thing he would pay attention to was the local food. If there was no local food, he would start with the local ingredients and figure out how to make them delicious.
Of course, he is only a giant in theory, and in reality he is a kitchen killer, so he always brings his own chef with him wherever he goes, and whenever he comes up with an idea, he will let the chef experiment.
If he could really make the ideal food, he would be in for a treat.
Of course, most of the time he failed, and he had to eat a lot of bad food.
But in general, he has tasted delicacies from almost all over the world in his life.
He felt that as a foodie, no, a gourmet, his resume was enough to make him stand out from the crowd.
But after talking with Xue Huan, he realized how ignorant he was!
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