“Jia Jia!!” the old man shouted and crawled to the place where his granddaughter disappeared.
There was a steep slope behind the tree. At this time, Liu Jiajia was lying motionless at the bottom of the slope, and it was unknown whether she was dead or alive.
The little squirrel was chirping anxiously on the side.
Seeing this, Meng Fei didn't care about anything else and hurriedly ran down the steep slope.
He ran to the bottom of the steep slope in a few steps, reached out to feel the girl's breath, and checked the girl's condition. He saw that her breathing was stable, but there was some dirt on her face.
Only then did I feel relieved.
At this time, the old man had already slid down the hillside. He ran to his granddaughter with an anxious look on his face, touching her left and right, fearing that his precious granddaughter would be hurt.
"Don't worry, Mr. Liu. I've seen him. It shouldn't be serious. He will wake up soon." Meng Fei comforted him.
After hearing Meng Fei's words, the old man felt relieved. He sat on the ground and put the girl's head on his lap.
The audience in the live broadcast room breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Liu Jiajia was fine.
[Phew~ I'm so glad she's okay. If something happened to such a cute little girl, her grandfather would be worried to death.]
[Yes, it was really thrilling just now. Look how anxious the old man was.]
[Huh? Why does the old man look familiar to me? ]
[It looks familiar to me, as if it appeared in a variety show a few years ago. ]
[Yes, yes, yes! It was Mango TV’s “Master Chef”! My mother watched that show on TV every day, and this old man seemed to be a special guest in it.]
[Wait a minute, I'll go do some human flesh search. ]
A moment later, the netizen named "Poor Monk Visits Brothel at Night" brought back a shocking news.
[Liu Yichang: Current Vice President of the Chinese Chefs Association, top chef for state banquets, No. 1 in Shandong cuisine, first place winner of the International ABC Chef Competition.........]
After seeing this message, everyone in the live broadcast room fell silent instantly.
What's going on?
How come such an important person is here?
[The host is awesome, he can even invite such a heavyweight. 】
【Today's anchors really work hard to increase traffic. 】
[With Mr. Liu's help, the anchor will definitely make a lot of money this time. Let Mr. Liu cook a dish live again. He is a top chef in China! His popularity will go through the roof! ]
[No, have you ever thought of a possibility? Mr. Liu was not invited by the anchor, but he took the initiative to find the anchor. After all, everyone has seen that the anchor's cooking skills were quite amazing in that life.]
[Impossible! Absolutely impossible!]
【............】
However, Meng Fei and Liu Lao, the parties involved, were completely unaware of what was going on and just sat quietly beside the girl, watching over her.
Mr. Liu was the first to break the awkward situation and said, "Meng Fei, the egg custard and steamed bread slices you made this morning are delicious. Who did you learn from?"
Meng Fei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "With my grandfather. When I was young, my grandfather always went into the mountains very early, so I would cook at home. I know a lot of dishes, all of which were taught to me by my grandfather."
Ever since Meng Fei acquired the "Mastery of Cooking", it's like there's a complete Chinese cookbook in his mind. No matter what ingredients he sees, his mind will pop up with their cooking methods.
Even every time he saw Big Bear, the dish of steamed bear paw would come to his mind.
"Then your grandpa...grandfather..." the old man asked tentatively.
"My grandfather passed away not long ago..." Meng Fei sighed deeply, with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, bro. I......"
Meng Fei waved his hand, indicating to Mr. Liu that it was okay.
“Hmm… hum…”
At this time, Liu Jiajia, who was lying on the old man's legs, woke up, rubbed the back of her head, and grinned.
"Hiss...my head hurts."
The old man was extremely surprised to see his granddaughter wake up. He quickly helped her up and held her in his arms.
"Great! I'm so glad you're okay. If anything had happened to you, I wouldn't have known what would have happened to my old bones."
The grandfather and grandson exchanged warm greetings. Meng Fei felt a little embarrassed. He stood up and walked aside, looking around to see if there were other wild vegetables.
After taking a quick look at a hillside, Meng Fei's eyes lit up and he hurried over.
I saw thick branches with thorns standing in the forest, and at the top of the branches there were emerald green buds, gathered together like feathers.
Meng Fei walked up to it, took out gloves from his backpack and put them on, then directly broke off the tender buds at the top.
The grandfather and grandson had finished their greetings at this time, and when they saw Meng Fei picking wild vegetables, they came over curiously.
"Young man, can these plants with thorns be eaten?" the old man asked doubtfully.
As the vice president of the Chinese Chefs Association, he has seen and eaten countless ingredients, but he had never even heard of the two kinds of wild vegetables that Meng Fei picked today, let alone eaten them.
Meng Fei chuckled and said, "This is called prickly old bud, also called prickly young bud. It has extremely high nutritional value and can be used for salad dressing, stir-frying, making soup, etc. It also has certain medicinal value and can clear away heat and detoxify, and moisturize the intestines and promote bowel movements."
After hearing Meng Fei's introduction, the old man decided to pick one quietly.
"Ouch!" Meng Fei was about to warn him when the old man suddenly screamed in pain and quickly pulled his hand back.
I saw four or five blood spots on the old man's palm, which were obviously caused by the stem of the prickly bud just now.
"Mr. Liu, you have to be careful with this prickly bud, otherwise it will make a bloody hole if you are not careful. Here, I have gloves, please wear them."
Soon, Meng Fei and the other man finished picking all the prickly ash buds. Liu Jiajia sat obediently on a rock nearby, not daring to run around anymore.
Meng Fei was very satisfied with the harvest this time. The three of them picked half a backpack of prickly ash sprouts and a plastic bag of mountain celery, which was more than enough for the three of them to eat.
"Come on, Mr. Liu, let's go back. I'll make you an authentic Northeastern meal for lunch."
Hearing this, the little girl suddenly became energetic and clamored to go back quickly.
Meng Fei and the old man smiled at each other, put on their backpacks and started walking back.
When passing a pine forest, the little squirrel lying listlessly on the little girl's shoulder seemed to have discovered something. It stood up suddenly and jumped onto Meng Fei.
The little paw kept pointing at a huge pine tree ahead.
Meng Fei looked at the little squirrel with some confusion, then raised his head to glance at the top of the pine tree.
Is this food discovery?
That shouldn't be the case. Pine nuts only ripen in autumn, and there's nothing on the tree at this time.
Just when Meng Fei didn't understand what was going on, the little squirrel jumped directly from Meng Fei's shoulder and ran quickly to the roots of the pine tree.
It kept scratching the trunk of the pine tree with its little claws.
With a "click".
I saw a small piece of dry bark scratched off by the little squirrel.
A narrow hole was revealed.
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