"Hello, is this Lin Zhou?"
Zhang Mingyuan led Lu Qian to the top of the mountain, where they only saw one place selling porridge.
The stall owner, a young man, tentatively asked.
"Yes, that's me. And you are?"
Lin Zhou looked up at Zhang Mingyuan. The face looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
He scratched his head in confusion.
“I am Zhang Jianjun’s son. You should know my dad. You two even made plans to go hiking together before.”
Upon hearing Zhang Mingyuan's words, Lin Zhou immediately remembered where he had seen that face before; it turned out it looked very similar to the old man climbing the mountain.
When I wasn't thinking about it that way, I just felt that this place was familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere before.
Upon learning that he was the son of the mountain-climbing grandpa, I immediately felt that the grandpa's genes were truly remarkable, as the father and son looked remarkably alike.
"I know, I know, you brought your girlfriend hiking?"
Upon recognizing the person, Lin Zhou immediately became cheerful and talkative.
The way they looked at Zhang Mingyuan was tinged with a hint of mockery.
Grandpa Zhang is extremely worried about his son's marriage. He complains every day that his son is over thirty years old and still hasn't found a partner, and he's thinking of introducing him to someone.
He has a girlfriend, doesn't he? He's probably hiding it from Grandpa Zhang.
"No, he's a blind date."
Ah...this...
So this is the blind date arranged by Grandpa Zhang!
But isn't it a bit inappropriate to take a beautiful woman hiking on a blind date?
Lin Zhou couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, since he'd never been on a blind date before.
Online, I see that people's blind dates always involve going out to eat and watch a movie...
Noticing the smile on the girl's face following behind Zhang Mingyuan, Lin Zhou felt relieved. Hiking seemed like a good idea after all.
He can give it a try if he has the chance in the future.
"Would you like some porridge?"
"Yes, I'll eat two portions now and pack one for my dad to take back. He missed out on your steamed buns last Sunday because I went home for dinner, and he's been nagging about them for days. I'll bring him some porridge."
Zhang Mingyuan has a very good relationship with his father.
One retired at the right time and handed the company over to his son, while the other, no matter how busy he was with work, would go home every week to have dinner and rest with his elderly father.
He passed away early in his life, and the father and son have supported each other to this day, maintaining a harmonious relationship, which is truly remarkable.
That's why Zhang Mingyuan thought of finding an opportunity to buy food made by Lin Zhou for his father to take back and eat, because of something his father casually mentioned.
Please enjoy your meal.
Lin Zhou handed the bowl of porridge to Zhang Mingyuan.
Zhang Mingyuan handed it to Lu Qian, who was standing next to him.
"Thanks."
Lu Qian didn't stand on ceremony; she was genuinely hungry.
Holding the porridge, scoop a spoonful, feel the scalding heat, blow on it twice, and then put it in your mouth.
I was eating so fast that I burned myself.
"Ugh!!!"
Lu Qian covered her mouth, her expression shifting ferociously. She swallowed the porridge without tasting it, her tongue stinging from the pain.
The abalone congee briefly brushed against her tongue, and she could taste its fresh, fragrant, and tender texture.
For the next bite, Lu Qian carefully blew on the porridge, and only ate it when it felt less hot.
So tender and smooth!
The fresh abalone was stewed until tender and flavorful. The texture of the abalone pieces was even more tender and smooth than that of scallop meat, and it was incredibly delicious.
The abalone congee, which costs 100 yuan a bowl, is made with real abalone, and the fresh taste is absolutely amazing.
Even the rice grains in the bowl were stained a pale yellow by the abalone meat, their golden color making them look incredibly tempting.
Chewing abalone together with rice grains, the rich aroma of rice and the chewy texture of abalone, even with just a touch of salt for seasoning, is enough to create an amazing experience.
When Lu Qian tasted the porridge, she suddenly felt that climbing the mountain was worthwhile.
As a result, their impression of Zhang Mingyuan improved.
Moreover, Zhang Mingyuan knew the stall owner.
Maybe he knew there was such delicious porridge on the mountaintop, and deliberately arranged the blind date to be at Qinhuang Mountain, just to bring her here to try it.
Thankfully, these were all Lu Qian's inner thoughts. If her best friend knew, she would scold her for being love-struck, for developing a good impression of Zhang Mingyuan over a bowl of porridge.
"It's so delicious!"
Seeing Zhang Mingyuan start eating as well, Lu Qian couldn't wait to find validation and express her excitement.
Zhang Mingyuan's family usually eats porridge for breakfast, and the chef cooks different kinds of porridge, including abalone porridge.
But the abalone porridge he tasted at that moment was so different from what he remembered that for a moment he even wondered if the owner had added something else to it.
"It's really delicious, with a very rich umami flavor. If it weren't for the fact that the umami flavor is only abalone, I would have suspected that it was seafood porridge."
Zhang Mingyuan's eyes widened in surprise, turning from single eyelids to double eyelids.
After a few bites, the umami flavor of abalone bursts in your mouth, rich and not greasy. Its unique chewiness softens over time, becoming tender and delicious, making it very easy to chew.
If this quality porridge were served in a high-end restaurant, you'd probably have to queue up to get a table.
The flavor is extremely pure and delicious.
Unlike the abalone congee he had previously eaten at a Cantonese restaurant, which was cooked with intestines and was oily and green, it was unappetizing. He forced himself to take a bite, but it even had a bitter taste, and one bite completely killed his appetite.
Lin Zhou's abalone congee is incredibly fragrant and has a silky texture. The aroma lingers in your mouth, making it truly exceptional.
No wonder his father was so nostalgic about the steamed buns he didn't get to eat; I never expected Lin Zhou to have such great cooking skills at such a young age!
"Another bowl, please!"
Zhang Mingyuan hadn't eaten breakfast either. Such delicious abalone porridge was too much for one bowl, so he immediately ran back and ordered another one.
Why don't you ask Lu Qian if she wants another serving?
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