Chapter 416 Nanzhi’s favorite...

Three minutes are up.

The dishes are almost ready.

Nanzhi came out using the excuse of going to the bathroom and now wants to go back.

She said to Lu Shixu hurriedly:

"You're leaving for the airport at 1:30? I guess I can't take you there. Be careful on your way. See you in two days!"

Without waiting for Lu Shixu to answer, she turned around, hugged Nan Yi, and kissed him on the forehead.

"Eat slowly, don't rush."

Nan Yi: “Hmmmm!”

Nanzhi's figure disappeared like a gust of wind.

If it weren't for the fragrance floating in the air, people would probably doubt whether she had been here.

Lu Shixu sighed silently.

When I turned around, I saw Nan Yi's lively little face, which was full of pride and pride.

His gaze lingered on Nan Yi's forehead for especially long.

Nan Yi noticed it, raised his chin, and was as proud as a little tiger:

"Yeah! Mom likes me the most!"

Before, he thought Nan Yi’s behavior was childish and funny, but now, Lu Shixu was really a little jealous.

Okay, Nanzhi likes Nanyi the most, so he can always be second...tied for second...right?

Probably because of the comfort of her mother's kiss, Nan Yi was in a good mood and even greeted Lu Shixu:

"Please sit down. This is the chicken tofu pudding my mom made. It's delicious!"

Lu Shixu sat down as he was told.

He looked down at the small bowl of chicken tofu pudding in front of him.

There were obviously many dishes on the table, rich and soft like Wanfu meat, crisp and refreshing like the fried double crispy ones... but none of them could compare to the bowl of plain-looking chicken tofu pudding in front of me.

The empty space left by Nanzhi seemed to be filled up little by little by the aroma of this bowl of chicken tofu pudding, until there was no gap left.

This reminded Lu Shixu of the whole process of Nanzhi making chicken tofu pudding that he saw in the live broadcast. She was so meticulous and attentive, and the whole dish bore her mark.

His heartstrings were touched, and he gently picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup first.

It was extremely clear, as if it was not soup but the sparkling water of the lake in Tianshan Mountain.

Putting the soup into your mouth is like putting the freshness of the entire lake into your mouth. The pure, fresh taste that is made with care and meticulousness is undoubtedly the ultimate experience in the world.

It makes people forget the mundane world and cleanse their souls.

At this time, take another bite of chicken tofu.

It slides into your mouth like solidified agar, so fresh and tender, as if it's nothing, soothing your mouth and esophagus wherever it passes.

Due to his busy work and irregular diet, Lu Shixu has always suffered from stomach pain.

But after eating this bowl of chicken tofu, all the serious illnesses in his body seemed to have disappeared.

This kind of enjoyment of having a clear mind and forgetting all past troubles has gone beyond the scope of ordinary delicacies and has reached a whole new realm.

Lu Shixu suddenly felt that Nanzhi was not a chef, but an artist.

He was impressed for the umpteenth time by her talent and craftsmanship.

Nan Yi glanced at his expression:

"How is it? Is it delicious? Mom's chicken tofu pudding is superb!"

Lu Shixu nodded solemnly.

It was rare for the father and son to agree on the same thing, so the atmosphere gradually became harmonious and friendly.

After finishing the chicken tofu and eating other dishes, they would talk about other things, such as Nanzhi's affairs.

When it comes to Nanzhi, they have endless topics to talk about and their relationship becomes infinitely closer.

Finally... they look like real father and son . -Meanwhile

There was another person who was experiencing the same taste baptism as Lu Shixu.

That’s right, it was Lao Liang who came here yesterday but unfortunately didn’t get to eat the chicken tofu pudding.

Although Lao Liang scolded Wang Yong yesterday, Wang Yong still helped him reserve a private room and a reservation for chicken tofu pudding.

So Lao Liang called the two friends from yesterday and sat in the same box as yesterday, even the seats were the same as yesterday! The friend joked: "I thought it was night instead of daytime! It's exactly the same thing again!"

Lao Liang shook his head and said it was different: "My mood is different."

I came yesterday feeling bored and uninterested.

But now, he is full of anticipation! While waiting, Lao Liang thought about the grand scene downstairs: "I didn't expect that the business at noon would be better than that at night! It seems that Yongnianlou is really on the rise again!"

A writer friend who knows the details said: "I dare say that 80% of the people here are here for the variety show. I think that after the team leaves, Yongnian Building will return to its old state."

Lao Liang was extremely surprised:

"What variety show?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

My writer friend was speechless:

"Didn't I tell you yesterday? Did you forget?"

Lao Liang nodded honestly:

"Well, I didn't listen carefully. What's going on?"

The writer friend had no choice but to tell him everything about "The Cub" and Nanzhi.

While saying this, he sighed:

"I had heard about her golden egg fried rice before, but most people around me didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just a variety show hype. Later, she opened a shop, and even Zhu Jin went to eat there. She was also featured in Director Zhong's new documentary! Later, she reproduced the Wangchuan map in the show. Now, she has made the best chicken tofu pudding... Now everyone in the circle is discussing which family she is from. At such a young age, she can actually reach the level of those culinary masters! This is not a genius, but a monster!"

Lao Liang said slowly, word by word:

"So she is only in her 20s..."

"Yes! Very young!"

Lao Liang was stunned after hearing this.

Just then, the chicken tofu pudding arrived.

A light but soul-touching fragrance wafts over...

That’s right!

That’s the taste!

Lao Liang seemed to have returned to Sichuan, and the scene where he ate chicken tofu pudding for the first time in Lao Jiang’s restaurant.

He was young and ignorant at the time, and had never seen chicken tofu pudding before. He was also surprised that ordinary tofu pudding was served in such a beautiful blue and white porcelain bowl, and he didn't take it seriously at all.

But the more he didn't care, the stronger the contrast became, so that the taste left a mark in his mind, becoming a taste he would never forget.

Now, the smell in his memory was wafting away again, stirring up his thousands of thoughts.

When the chicken tofu pudding was served in front of him, Lao Liang took a deep breath.

He picked up the spoon, scooped it up and ate it as he had done thousands of times before.

Click.

Click.

The writer friend next to him stood up in shock: "Lao Liang! Why are you crying?"

Lao Liang raised his hand to wipe his face in surprise, only to find that he was already in tears.

Being stared at by his two friends, he was not embarrassed, but just sighed with regret: "I just didn't expect that I could still taste the taste in my memory."

What is the most regrettable thing for a diner?

Those delicacies that are imprinted on the soul will disappear, change in taste, and finally become an eternal regret as time goes by and the joys and sorrows of the world.

But now, his regret was made up by this bowl of chicken tofu pudding.

(End of this chapter)