59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

Chapter 160 The looters are coming

Five kilograms of mutton, a large yellow croaker, plus a fat pheasant that Chen Feng took out from the space, thirty kilograms of specially crushed rice, and a bag of wheat flour.

Taking advantage of darkness, we arrived at Guanshan's house.

Lao Guan is eating fish.

The old man was very frugal and cooked a bowl of porridge, some peanuts, and a plate of braised carp.

Every time I eat fish, there is only a tiny bit of meat on the chopsticks.

Chen Feng felt that the old man could eat this carp for a week.

"Uncle, I have everything you want."

Chen Feng carried the things in and put them on the dining table. The mutton, yellow croaker and wild hen did not take up much space on the table, but the thirty meters of crushed rice and a bag of flour looked very stylish.

At least Shan's eyes, which were always calm in the face of difficulties, couldn't help but be dazed for a few seconds.

"No lamb chops and dogs?"

Chen Feng rolled his eyes and said, "I can't get lamb chops or dog meat. I can't kill my Lai Fu."

In his opinion, these things were more than enough.

Guan Shan said slowly: "Let's talk about it after I finish eating."

Chen Feng was not in a hurry. He took out a bag of peanuts and yellow croaker meat and sat aside to eat them himself.

After waiting for ten minutes, Guan Lushan finally finished his bowl of porridge. There was still 70% of the braised carp left, but he had eaten all the peanuts.

"Whether the deal is successful or not, I'll take 20% of the commission. Is that fair?"

Reasonable hair!

"Twenty percent, that's too dark!"

Chen Feng opened his hand and said, "Five points at most!"

Guan Shan snorted coldly, "During the Republic of China, middlemen who introduced big deals would charge at least 30%. The families I introduced to you have a lot of wealth, enough for you to accumulate a few Chen families."

"real or fake?"

Chen Feng said in surprise.

With a hint of sneer in his eyes, Lu Shan said, "Other families used to work for the emperor. When the child emperor was driven out of the palace by that barbarian Feng Yuxiang, do you know how many good things they secretly took away?"

"Are you telling the truth?"

Chen Feng found it a little funny.

This old man was very unhappy with the traitor Puyi, and he was also very unhappy with the patriotic warlord Feng Yuxiang!

"Okay, is this enough?"

He glanced at Shan and said, "First, take a few spoonfuls of rice, two catties of mutton, and a bottle of peanut oil."

"More oil?"

"Nonsense, how are you going to do it without oil?"

"What do you mean?" Chen Feng asked in astonishment.

"It means you still have to cook the mutton. That guy likes stir-fried mutton with green onions the most."

Stir-fried lamb with green onions is a classic of Shandong cuisine. It is a medicinal food with lamb and eggs as the main ingredients. It has the effects of nourishing yang, strengthening the waist and kidneys, and replenishing the body.

Chen Feng had no choice but to cook six bowls of rice at Guan's house, and then make stir-fried lamb with green onions.

While Guan Shan was cooking, he took out half a bowl of rice and ate it with the braised carp again.

"You old man, let me tell you, this meal is charged with interest."

"You little bastard, you want to call me uncle? Didn't your grandfather teach you manners?"

About the mountain.

"I call you uncle and you take advantage of me again." Chen Feng rolled his eyes.

After getting to know each other better, Chen Feng discovered that as long as Shan's moral bottom line was not touched, he would not get angry.

The old man is actually very open-minded, he just holds on to certain obsessions.

Break the four pheasant eggs taken out of the space, leaving only the egg whites but not the yolks, and mix them with starch (sweet potato starch) and diced lamb.

When the mutton was out of the pot, as expected, Guan Shan took the opportunity to eat a few bites and felt his appetite greatly increased.

"Wait, I'll eat another half bowl of rice."

Chen Feng rolled his eyes and looked at the mutton he had cooked, and his appetite also came back.

"I didn't have dinner either."

I made a bowl of white rice, took out a bag of braised wild boar ears, and ate them together with the three dishes of stir-fried lamb with green onions and braised carp.

As for business, let’s talk about it after we have eaten our fill.

Guan Shan looked at the braised pig ears that Chen Feng took out and felt that he was wrong and should have accepted a disciple.

"Why didn't you take it out earlier?"

"Nonsense, this is my midnight snack."

"You're still having a midnight snack?"

"Why else do you think I'm so tall?"

Regarding Shan Qi, he was half dead. In order to take revenge on Chen Feng, he ate another half bowl of rice. After eating, he watched Chen Feng feasting on the food, especially the braised meat and mutton, and felt a little depressed.

He really wanted to have another bowl of rice and eat all the braised meat that Chen Feng brought out, but his stomach was simply not full.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have eaten the porridge. It's a big loss."

Chen Feng laughed while eating mutton.

"Uncle, how good are my cooking skills? How is it better than Uncle He's?"

Guan Yushan nodded and said, "Although you are rude and mean, your cooking skills are indeed good, and you have 70% of the skills of the Qing Dynasty."

Chen Feng retorted: "How can it be seven points? If the coal stove fire is not difficult to control, ten points will be no problem."

As for Shan, he didn't force him to agree on this point.

He is a man who speaks the truth, and coal stove fire is indeed difficult to adjust.

If a stove fire was used, maybe this dish of stir-fried lamb with green onions could have the craftsmanship of thirty years of the Qing Dynasty.

Seeing that half of the large plate of stir-fried lamb with green onions was missing, he quickly put the plate into the iron pan to heat it up and stopped giving it to Chen Feng.

Chen Feng was full and prepared to pour the remaining braised pig ears into the plate of braised carp.

"Little bastard, carp is carp, pig ears are pig ears, how can they be mixed together?"

Guan Shan hurriedly wrapped the remaining pig ears in oil paper.

"You're a cooking student, don't you understand this?"

Chen Feng said unhappily: "Old man, if you keep scolding me, give me back the pig ears."

"Bullshit!"

Guan Yushan hid the braised carp and pig ears, of which only the head and tail were left, back into the cupboard. He then took out a delicate and elegant food box and put the heated stir-fried lamb with green onions and two bowls of white rice in it.

Chen Feng felt a little guilty and said, "Uncle, why don't you cook another one?"

"hey-hey."

Lu Shan smiled cunningly and said, "Those old bastards are lucky to get to eat them!"

Come on, it seems those people are also the old man’s enemies.

Although they are all in decline now, the grudges and hatreds of the past still continue.

"Uncle, this box is nice. Why should I use it to store things?"

Although Chen Feng knew that the old man was deliberately pretending to be nice, he still felt that using an antique as a lunch box was a bit too much.

"If you can tell me something, I'll give it to you." Guan Shan handed him the lunch box.

With the help of the light, Chen Feng carefully looked at the veins, smelled the wood fragrance, and tapped it gently a few times to listen to the sound of the wood.

"It's top-grade red sandalwood. It's quite old, at least over a hundred years old."

"The pattern is gold thread, but it's probably not made by a palace craftsman. The lines are not delicate enough."

"As for which family it belongs to, I can't guess."

Guan Shan snorted, "Mine!"

He felt somewhat proud, yet somewhat disappointed.

He has a son, but he has no son.

"I'll give it to you later."

"Bring ten kilograms of rice."

Chen Feng separated the rice and put it in a dry wooden barrel at Lao Guan's house.

"Come with me."

"Uncle, ride a bicycle."

"Not far."

It was indeed not far. I only walked about a hundred meters and arrived at a street door.

"Knock on the door."

Chen Feng stepped forward and did the light and heavy things.

"Who?"

Someone behind the door asked cautiously.

"You are Uncle Guan."

"Fuck you!"

The person inside cursed but still opened the door.

Seeing Chen Feng holding a lunch box in his left hand and a rice bucket in his right hand, the old man was delighted at first, but then he muttered, "Here we come to take advantage of the situation again."

"Old Wu, who is that?" asked an old man in the room.

"The robbers are here again!" the old man said hatefully.