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

"Cauldron, I'm back!"

Chen Li finished her meal at her parents' place and then came back happily to enjoy her portion.

That's right!

They had already divided the watermelon among themselves, and then the shameless kids rushed to give it to their parents.

It’s not that I didn’t want to go to the old man’s room, but I was a step too slow and was snatched away by my even more shameless second brother.

Damn, my second brother must have eaten a lot!

"Well, sit down and don't get your clothes wet while eating watermelon."

Chen Feng was preparing tea. He brought in a small stove, but he used the best beech wood to burn it.

Tea can also be roasted in a coal stove, but the coal contains sulfur, which will seriously pollute the tea aroma.

Generally it is firewood, and some wealthy families even use extremely expensive sandalwood, just to increase the aroma of tea and improve the quality and taste of tea.

Chen Feng has been to the Huang family quite often recently, but unfortunately, Huang Rui was unable to find any sandalwood saplings, branches, or the like.

Fortunately, beech wood can also be used!

"The temperature is low, Fatty, add some more wood."

Wang Kaixuan immediately put the chopped finger-thick wooden sticks into the upper part of the stove opening. Also because he wanted to teach them how to cook Biluochun, Chen Feng took out a watermelon to reward them.

Of course, I also want to eat some watermelon.

Chen Li squatted on the side and rushed to push the wooden stick in.

"Okay, okay, Lily, don't put too much. The best temperature for stir-frying Biluochun is 80 degrees."

Chen Feng didn't have an accurate sense of temperature, so he simply took out the old man's thermometer and dropped it on the wok, which just showed 67 or 68 degrees.

If the temperature is so high even with a layer of tea leaves in between, then the bottom of the pot should be around 80 degrees.

"Bayi, shake it while frying. You need to shake it a few times so that the tea leaves will curl more easily."

Chen Feng sat in front of the stove, eating watermelon, and directing the two young men in their work, just like Sima Gang who had no hesitation in speaking in the court of the Song Dynasty during those years.

But he is still very professional, he is just lazy.

"Big pot, this doesn't taste good, watermelon juice is better!" Chen Li has tried all kinds of fruit juices, including grape juice, orange juice, apple juice, peach juice, and watermelon juice, but her favorite is watermelon juice.

Especially iced.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "This is not for you. I'm going to give it to someone tomorrow."

"Who should I give it to? Can I exchange it for meat?" Chen Li asked immediately.

She is the little girl who ate all types of cans from the cannery!

Really, even in the old city, there are only a handful of people who have eaten all types of canned food from the cannery, and the little girl is one of them.

This kind of food, which is considered the lowest level of pre-prepared dishes in later generations, has all kinds of weird tastes, such as chicken porridge.

It's chicken soup with rice porridge!

Don’t laugh yet, this thing is one of the three major dietary medicines. Shanghai’s three treasures for treating fever are: canned fruit in syrup, fresh watermelon and chicken porridge.

You can’t buy a watermelon even if you have money. You must have a high fever of over 38.5 degrees Celsius and a doctor’s certificate to buy a watermelon from the fruit store!

This was really not the fault of the quack doctors at the time, but Li Shizhen's fault!

Idol said in Compendium of Materia Medica that watermelon is cool in nature and has the effect of clearing away heat and detoxifying, which is exactly the right remedy for high fever.

Regardless of whether adults believe it or not, many children believe it!

Whenever he had a headache, he would yell, "Dad, I'm sick, I want to eat a big watermelon!"

"Probably not, but I can bring you a set of nice clothes." Chen Feng said with a smile.

"Hehe, that's fine too!" Chen Li nodded repeatedly.

The little girl has reached the age where she is vain. The next day, she showed off the skirt that Huo Zhilan brought her many times to her friends in the nearby alley.

Before, she envied Huo Ling's clothes.

Later, when I had my own pretty skirt, I immediately stopped being envious.

Huo Ling often comes over on weekends, and the relationship between the two little girls and Li Jie is getting better and better.

After working for a while and cooking several kilograms of tea, Chen Feng let the two sweaty teenagers take a rest.

"You also share two taels of tea leaves."

When it comes to tea, one liang of tea comes in a small bag, and two liang of tea is close to the volume of two or three thermos cups.

"Brother, my father doesn't drink tea!" Wang Kaixuan said filially, "Let's leave it for the old man!"

Hu Bayi is different. Both of his parents love drinking tea, and they like to drink good tea.

Besides, this is Biluochun, not Gaosu.

It is also a valuable gift to give to others!

"Idiot, your father doesn't drink, and your grandfather doesn't drink either?" Chen Feng said unhappily.

Fatty Wang said honestly, "My grandfather only likes to drink boiled water!"

Chen Feng shook his head and said, "Nonsense, your grandfather drinks boiled water, but it's not because he likes it, it's just because it doesn't cost much. You can take it back and give it to him, and see if he is happy!"

"Of course he's happy, because I'm his only grandson!" Fatty Wang added, "Before my mother gave birth to my younger brother!"

"Fatty brother, if you don't want it, give it to me!" Chen Li said very actively.

"You don't drink tea." Fatty Wang said to her.

Chen Li said proudly: "I can exchange delicious food with Aunt Guo!"

Fatty Wang was very excited at first, but fortunately he was still a filial grandson, so he finally gave up the idea and said, "Give it to my grandfather."

"If he can't bear to drink it and wants to give it to someone else, then... just give it to him!"

Wang Xiaosty felt very painful.

The next morning, Chen Feng brought three bags of tea, each containing two taels, and three pheasants to the Drama Academy to visit Liu Meng, Zhang Yu and the old dean.

He went to the Logistics Department first, left the pheasant and two bags of tea, and then went to the dean's office with Liu Meng.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw the old dean smiling.

"Dean, what are you so happy about? Are you going to be promoted?" Liu Meng smiled and congratulated him, "Congratulations, Dean. Congratulations, Dean."

"Liu Meng, don't say such nonsense."

The old man smiled and said, "Everyone sit down. Xu Damao gave me a pen. This pen is not a valuable gift, but it is a fountain pen from an old friend. I don't know where he bought it from."

Chen Feng secretly sighed that Xu Damao was really good at handling things. If it were Sha Zhu, the loser, he would probably show off in the yard first, and then be complacent that his craftsmanship was appreciated by his superiors.

And then, there was no then.

This guy definitely doesn't know how to give gifts or socialize!

Liu Meng enviously said, "I didn't realize Xu Damao is such a grateful person."

It was as if Xu Damao had not given him a set of purple clay teapots.

None of them were expensive treasures. They were just the leftovers that Chen Feng had picked out before. But he still told Xu Damao about a few valuable ones. He didn't expect that this guy would actually remember them and use them.

"Comrade Xiao Chen, please don't send me a pen. Whether the old guys in our department can have a good meal depends on you!"

The old dean said in an exaggerated manner.