Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan were very happy that a fish like this had brought them a new idea. Logically speaking, such a big carp should be sent to Between the Clouds and the Water to be sold. If people saw this fish and wanted to buy it, they could directly ask someone to cut some of it and make it into a dish. This way, the price would be much higher.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan, who were in a good mood, couldn't care less. Such a big fish was enough for everyone on the boat to eat. The fish head could be used to make soup, and the meat of the fish would taste good with other dishes.
They could even make Spicy Boiled Fish. If they didn't have chili, then they wouldn't add it. If they didn't add chili, then it wouldn't be Spicy Boiled Fish.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan also planned to let the chef on the boat think of a way to make it. When the time came, everyone would have a meal together.
By the time they reached the small bridge next to Zhuangzi, the meal was already ready. Zhang Xiaobao thought for a while and wrote a letter. He then waved at the patrol boat that had been following behind them.
"Send this letter to the pier in Huayuan County. Ask someone there to pass it to my father," Zhang Xiaobao said as he handed the letter over.
The patrol quickly took it and didn't ask any questions. He ordered someone to steer the boat quickly towards the pier in Huayuan County.
At this time, the boat stopped. The meal was ready, and they couldn't go ashore without eating. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan ate a big meal before they were lifted onto the small bridge.
"Where do we go first?" Zhang Xiaobao came to the bridge and asked Wang Juan. Wang Juan originally wanted to run to the corridor to play hide-and-seek with the children on Zhuangzi. When she heard Zhang Xiaobao's question, she thought for a while and said, "Let's go find Grandpa Bi first and ask him if there's anything going on over there."
It did not matter to Zhang Xiaobao where they went. He nodded and pulled Wang Juan towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake. Although the old man's house was built next to the manor, it was impossible to find him unless it was the middle of the night. Otherwise, it was impossible to find him at that place.
The old man's fishing skills were very bad, or rather, average. He couldn't be compared to Wang Juan, but he still liked to fish in the pavilion. Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan always thought that the old man had some mental problems. He wanted to learn from Jiang Taigong, but he didn't want to do it himself. No one forced him to retire and return to his hometown.
Sure enough, when they came to the corridor, they saw the old man fishing from a distance. His fishing skills were really in line with Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan's idea. He didn't even look at the fishing rod. Instead, he drank tea on the stone table next to him. The dozen fishing rods were placed there with bells hanging on them. When a fish took the bait, the bells would ring.
If they didn't ring after a while, they would have to take back the fishing rod and put the bait again. The bait would definitely be eaten. The fish didn't have to take the bait to eat.
Not only was the old man there alone, but there were also a few young people standing there cautiously. It seemed that they wanted to talk to the old man, but didn't dare to.
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan didn't care what those people were doing. They directly ran to the old man's table and looked at the things on it. The old man actually asked someone to cut some cucumbers and put them on the table as fruit. He ate them with a toothpick. This was something done Between the Clouds and the Water in winter. In summer, the cucumbers had already fallen, so why would he do this?
Zhang Xiaobao and Wang Juan had just finished eating and were a little thirsty. The old man's teapot was placed there, and there was no charcoal burning. They thought that the temperature wouldn't be too high.
Zhang Xiaobao picked it up first, put it to his mouth, and gulped it down. He handed it to Wang Juan. "Just right, drink it to quench your thirst. Where did the old man get this tea? Why isn't it Junshan Yinzhen? Why do I feel like it tastes like West Lake Longjing when I drink it? "
When Wang Juan heard this, she immediately took it and drank two mouthfuls. She said to Zhang Xiaobao, "That's right, it's West Lake Longjing. How did Grandpa Bi get it?"
Wang Juan and Zhang Xiaobao knew that this method of making tea was unknown to others. Even if you really got West Lake Longjing, it would still be a tea dumpling, the fermented or semi-fermented kind. It was impossible to produce such an authentic taste.
The two of them spoke loudly on purpose for the old man to hear. Before the old man could say anything, a young man who was standing respectfully at the side stood up and scolded, "Which family's little kid is so insensible? Is this how the family's elders usually teach him? "
Zhang Xiaobao really didn't care about the first part of the sentence, but when he heard the latter part, his expression immediately changed. Who dared to talk about his family? It wasn't easy for him to have a family, so he definitely wouldn't allow anyone to do that.
Wang Juan was also stunned for a moment and looked at the person who spoke in surprise. She understood that Zhang Xiaobao's obsession in this area was purely a kind of mental illness, and it was the kind that couldn't be treated. It's over, this person is over. Of all things to say, he just had to say this to Zhang Xiaobao. When his illness acted up, it was called killing without batting an eyelid.
Wang Juan thought for a moment and didn't have any intention of stopping him. For such an old person, didn't he know to look at the situation before speaking?
The old man reacted and said to the young man who had just spoken, "Didn't your parents teach you well? Listen to what Zhangjia Zhuangzi usually says, if the son doesn't teach, it's the father's fault; if the teacher doesn't teach strictly, it's the teacher's laziness. You didn't teach strictly, or you didn't teach the child well. When did it become your turn to speak? "
After scolding this person, the old man said to Zhang Xiaobao, "Xiao Bao, you haven't come to see this old man for so long. Have you forgotten about me? Some people are just a few years older, but they're not even as good as a child. Don't bicker with others. Tell me, what do you think of this old man's tea?"
The old man couldn't do anything. He knew Zhang Xiaobao's temper. If he found the people of the Miao Protection Team, they would just beat that person to death. Such a young child, what could they do to him? Besides, he had the protection of himself and some people. Even if the Emperor asked, he could just say that someone insulted his parents first.
He still remembered that when Zhang Xiaobao was exchanging conditions, the first thing he asked was for his father to be in the top three. Usually, when he ate with him, he would always put food in his bowl with Cuckoo. As long as he ate a few more mouthfuls of food, he would definitely serve it directly next time. This kind of respect for the elders was not fake.
When Zhang Xiaobao heard the old man's question, he took two deep breaths. He also knew that his behavior was a disease, but he finally had a family, so he was sick. After glancing at the person who had just spoken, Zhang Xiaobao finally controlled himself and said to the old man,
"Grandpa Bi, this tea must have been picked from West Lake, but how did you make it? Only a few people in my family know the recipe to make this tea. Did they leak the secret? "
When the old man saw that Zhang Xiaobao no longer cared about that person, he said with a sigh of relief, "What secret? I asked someone to pick the tea and send it here quickly. I directly handed it to the tea maker in your family, and they made the tea. Isn't it delicious?"
Zhang Xiaobao nodded, "It's delicious. It's really delicious. I'm used to drinking the original tea. When I drink this, the taste is different. Grandpa Bi, if you have time, you can ask people to go to other places to pick more tea, such as the ones in Wuyi Mountain and Sichuan. There's no need to pick such green shoots."
"Oh? There's such a saying? "The old man was interested.
"Of course. For example, the tea in Suzhou can be picked. The tea in Yellow Mountain is also fine. It's not too far from here. The tea in Lu Mountain, the north of Dongting Lake, and the east coast of Jiangnan …"
Zhang Xiaobao finally got the opportunity. They were all good tea. He listed them one by one.
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