Tang Yuan had confusion on his face. He kept tapping the upper side of his left arm with his right index finger, as if he was recalling every word Alyssa said. With a hint of impatience in his cold brows, he said slowly: "
The Provo family has so many branches and leaves, can't you find..."
Of course not.
Alyssa still looked at him with gentle eyes: "But none of them are my grandsons, Alyssa."
She first met Tang Bei in the distant Asian continent. In addition to his handsome appearance, she also admired his outstanding cooking skills. In this love, she did have a little selfishness, and her acquaintance with Tang Bei was also a ploy.
It was difficult, but the ending was happy. Even if Tang Bei knew the truth, he did not complain about her, and the two still lived with each other respectfully for decades.
The foundation of the Provot family is the catering industry, from food ingredients to restaurants and even five-star restaurants. French food is the foundation of Europe, but looking at so many people in the Provot family, there is no
A person as talented as Tang Yuan. Even among her children and many grandchildren, Tang Yuan is also the most special existence.
I still remember that when Tang Yuan was only ten years old, he came back to visit Tang Bei with his father. At that time, it was the annual food conference in Lisle, which brought together famous chefs from all over Europe.
"A Yuan, come and try this dish. It must be something you have never tasted before." Tang Bei waved his hand softly and pointed at the red and brown mess in the servant's hand.
Little Tang Yuan just glanced at it and said with disdain: "Cassula casserole, what's so delicious?"
Tang Bei became interested and asked: "Do you know?"
"This is a kind of casserole from the Languedoc region in the southwest. It was first made of beans and meat. During the war, it was mostly to comfort the soldiers on the front line." Xiao Tang Yuan wrinkled his nose and glanced at himself
Grandpa added, "I think it's not as delicious as our Chinese spicy hot pot!"
Tang Bei was amused by his words and laughed loudly. He knelt down and nodded his forehead and asked, "If you take a bite, can you tell the ingredients used in it?"
Tang Yuan's father stopped him anxiously: "Father——"
Tang Yuan has an extremely sensitive tongue, which he discovered not long ago. As long as it is food he has tasted, he can accurately name the ingredients and condiments, and even know the amount. He accidentally said on the phone
I let it slip to my father that he actually wanted to give it a try on the spot——
Little Tang Yuan didn't know what was wrong with this. Tang Bei, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was already a god-like existence in his heart. He patted his chest and took the lead: "That's for sure!" Then he stood on tiptoe and took a spoon to scoop it out on the plate.
A spoonful, while chewing, he picked up a fork and licked the remaining food in the casserole. A minute later, he proudly told Tang Bei: "The main ingredients of this cassoulet are duck meat, beef bones and sausages."
, the vegetables were potatoes, tomatoes, onions, and white lentils, and the spices were lemongrass and basil leaves. They were cooked for almost twenty hours and roasted for more than forty minutes."
Tang Bei listened to his words with a smile, but glanced at a person not far away from the corner of his eye. He saw this person's face was surprised and looked at Tang Yuan in disbelief. This was the maker of cassoulet, and from his
Judging from his expression, Tang Yuan was right.
"Well -" Tang Yuan wrinkled his smiling face and pulled Tang Bei's sleeves. Tang Bei bent down and Tang Yuan whispered to him, "Grandpa, you can tell the chef that the taste of red wine is too strong.
If you want to enhance the aroma, you can add white wine.”
Tang Bei was stunned for a moment, then laughed again and said "Okay" three times in a row. Then he looked at Tang Yuan with relief and surprise in his eyes.
In the next few days, Tang Bei and Tang Yuan enjoyed their family life, but unexpectedly, they met again at the funeral of Tang Yuan's father.
The white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift. After Tang Bei grieved, he had a conversation between men and Tang Yuan.
"A Yuan, maybe I was wrong." The father now showed his age, his eyes were filled with vicissitudes of life, and the fingers holding Tang Yuan were shaking slightly.
Tang Yuan cried so hard that his voice became hoarse and he could no longer speak. His body was stiff and he was held in his arms by his grandfather. He turned his head and looked at him steadily with deep blue eyes in the darkness.
Tang Bei stroked the top of his hair and sighed quietly: "My child, Mu Xiu was destroyed in the forest. If you can, go back to China as soon as possible. The further away from the Pruvo family, the better..."
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After waking up from his memories, Tang Yuan asked calmly: "Was my parents' car accident an accident?"
He was not a fool. From the old lady's current attitude towards him to Tang Bei's words back then, he always felt that there was an invisible thread connecting them together, which made him have to suspect that there was a driving force behind all of this.
Alyssa was also brought back to reality by his words and said: "It was an accident. But if they would listen to me, they would not die." The death of her son was also painful in her heart, but she was unwilling to admit that she was responsible.
"Really?" Tang Yuan obviously didn't trust him.
Anthony interjected from the side: "If your father is willing to return to the family, your mother will naturally give him generous living conditions. Why do you have to do everything yourself and make yourself tired and drive." The relationship between their brothers has never been close, and if one of them dies, there will be one missing.
Fighting for inheritance. But the Provo family has its own pride, and they don't bother to kill each other.
But dealing with Tang Yuan naturally took some tricks. Who let this guy go to China that they couldn't reach?
Tang Yuan raised his eyes to look at Anthony. His eyes were as deep as a cold pool. His sharp eyes swept back and forth on his face several times. Finally, he tightened his lips and turned his gaze to Alyssa, frowning slightly.
He raised his eyebrows.
"What exactly do you want from me?" he asked.
Alyssa tilted her head and stared at his face with interest. An imperceptible glint flashed in her half-smiling eyes: "I said, I want your talent. My child, how are you doing with your research on low-temperature slow cooking?"
Already?"
Tang Yuan's confusion disappeared, replaced by a sense of ridicule. He suddenly laughed, the sound was short and narrow. Although the woman in front of him was his blood relative, her hypocritical face still could not change her dirty heart of habitual plunder.
.The corners of his lips curled up into a sarcastic smile, his eyes gradually became covered with ice, and his whole person returned to his arrogant look.
He slowly approached Alyssa and smiled mysteriously at her. Under the strange smile, he leaned down and said softly: "Guess-"
But Alyssa raised her hand and patted his shoulder, turning to him lightly: "It doesn't matter, the days are long, and you will achieve results one day."