I have become popular in modern times with food

talent?

What kind of strange statement is this?

Tang Yuan's face was full of confusion, his right index finger kept pointing to the upper side of his left arm, as if he was reminiscing every word Alisa said, with a hint of impatience between his cold brows, he said slowly: " The Provo family is flourishing, can't you find..."

Naturally not.

Alisa still looked at him with tender eyes: "But none of them are my grandchildren of Alisa."

She first met Tang Bei in the distant Asian continent. Apart from his handsome appearance, she also liked his outstanding cooking skills.In this love, she did have a little selfishness, and the acquaintance with Tang Bei was full of tricks, but the ending was happy. Even if Tang Bei knew the truth, he didn't complain to her, and the two still lived with respect. decades.

The root of the Provo family is the catering industry, covering a wide range from food ingredients to restaurants, and even five-star restaurants.French cuisine is the foundation of Europe, but looking at the Prouveau family, there is no one who is as talented as Tang Yuan.Even among her several children and many grandchildren, Tang Yuan is the most special existence.

I still remember that when Tang Yuan was only in his teens, he came back with his father to visit Tang Bei. At that time, it was the annual gastronomy conference in Lisle, which brought together well-known chefs from all over Europe.

"Ah Yuan, come and taste this dish, it must be something you have never tasted before." Tang Bei waved his hand softly, pointing to the reddish brown and rotten mess in the servant's hand.

Little Tang Yuan just glanced at it, and then said with distaste: "Cashouette casserole, what's delicious?"

Tang Bei became interested and asked, "You know?"

"This is a casserole dish from the Languedoc region in the southwest. It was first made of beans and meat. During the war, it was mostly used to comfort the soldiers on the front line." Little Tang Yuan wrinkled his nose and glanced at himself Grandpa said again, "I think it's not as delicious as our Huaxia's spicy hot pot!"

Tang Bei was amused by his words, knelt down and nodded his forehead and asked again: "Then let you take a bite, can you tell what ingredients are used in it?"

Tang Yuan's father anxiously stopped him from the side: "Father——"

Tang Yuan has an exceptionally sensitive tongue, which he only discovered not long ago. As long as it is food that he has tasted, he can accurately name the ingredients and condiments, and even know the amount.He accidentally told his father that he slipped the tongue on the phone, and his father actually wanted to try it on the spot——

Little Tang Yuan didn't know the strangeness of this. Tang Bei, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was a god-like existence in his heart. He patted his chest and took the lead: "That's for sure!" A spoonful, while chewing, he picked up a fork and slightly pulled the remaining food in the casserole. A minute later, he told Tang Bei triumphantly: "The main ingredients of this cassoulet casserole are duck meat, beef bones and sausage. , The vegetables used potatoes, tomatoes, onions, and white beans, and the spices added lemongrass and basil leaves. They were boiled for about [-] hours and baked for more than [-] minutes."

Tang Bei listened to his words with a smile, but glanced at a person not far away from the corner of his eye, and saw this person's face was surprised, looking at Tang Yuan in disbelief, this is the maker of cassoulet casserole, and from his Judging by the expression, Tang Yuan said that the score was not bad.

"Hmm——" Tang Yuan wrinkled his smiling face and pulled Tang Bei's sleeve. Tang Bei bent down, and Tang Yuan whispered to him, "Grandfather, you can tell the chef that the smell of red wine is too strong. You can add white wine if you want to enhance the fragrance."

Tang Bei was stunned for a moment, then laughed again, said "yes" three times in a row, and then looked at Tang Yuan with relief and surprise.

In the next few days, Tang Bei and Tang Yuan had a great time together, but they never expected that they would meet again at Tang Yuan's father's funeral.

The white-haired man gave away the black-haired man. After Tang Bei grieved, he had a man-to-man conversation with Tang Yuan.

"Ah Yuan, maybe I was wrong." The father was very old at the moment, his eyes were full of vicissitudes, and the fingers holding Tang Yuan were trembling slightly.

Tang Yuan cried hoarsely and was speechless. His body was stiff and embraced by his grandfather. He turned his head and stared at him with dark blue eyes in the pitch black.

Tang Bei stroked the top of his hair, and sighed faintly: "Son, Mu Xiu is in the forest, if possible, go back to Huaxia as soon as possible, the farther away from the Provo family the better..."

……

After waking up from the memory, Tang Yuan asked calmly, "Is my parents' car accident an accident?"

He is not a fool, from the old lady's attitude towards him now to Tang Bei's words back then, he always felt that there was an invisible thread connected together, which made him have to suspect that there was a pusher behind all of this.

Alisa was also pulled back to reality by his words, and said, "It was an accident. But if they listen to me, they won't die." The death of her son was also a pain in her heart, but she didn't want to admit that the responsibility lay with her.

"Really?" Tang Yuan obviously didn't trust him.

Anthony interjected: "If your father is willing to return to the family, your mother will naturally give him good living conditions. Why do you have to do everything yourself and drive yourself tired." The relationship between their brothers has never been close. Fight for inheritance.But the Provo family has their own arrogance, and they don't bother to do things like killing each other.

But to deal with Tang Yuan, of course it took some tricks. Who let this guy go to Huaxia where they can't reach?

Tang Yuan raised his eyes to look at Anthony, a pair of cold pool-like pupils looked extremely deep, his sharp eyes swept back and forth several times on his face, finally pursed his lips tightly, and then turned his gaze to Alisa, frowning slightly He frowned.

"What do you want from me?" he said.

Alisa tilted her head and stared at his face with great interest. An imperceptible gleam flashed in her half-smile eyes: "I said, I want your talent. Son, how is the research on low-temperature slow cooking?" gone?"

Tang Yuan's confusion disappeared, replaced by a laughable one.He suddenly smiled, with a short and narrow voice. Although the woman in front of him was his blood relative, she still couldn't change her dirty heart of habitual plunder under her hypocritical face.The corners of his thin lips curled up, revealing a sarcastic smile, his eyes were gradually covered with ice, and his whole person returned to his arrogant appearance.

He slowly approached Alisa, gave her a mysterious smile, and under the weird smile, he bent down and said softly: "Guess—"

Alisa raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, and said lightly to him: "It's okay, the future will be long, and you will achieve something one day."