"Dong dong dong..." The kitchen knife cut quickly on the chopping board, cutting a piece of beef into thin slices against the grain.
Yang Hui stood at the door of the kitchen with her mouth open, dumbfounded.
"Wow! It's sizzling!" As the beef is put into the pot, white smoke comes out, and the aroma fills the air.
"Mom! It smells so good. What are you cooking for lunch?" Meng Qingqing, the greedy creature, came to the kitchen smelling the smell.
Then, there was a "wooden chicken" at the door.
"What are you doing at the door?" Lao Meng came over with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Wooden Chicken" +1.
The three people stared at the back of the man shaking his spoon with wide eyes, feeling strange.
"Is this my brother?"
"this is my son?"
Meng Qingqing and Lao Meng looked at each other.
Turn on the fire and pour oil.
"Boom!" The flame is burning in the pot, stir-fry to collect the juice, and start the pot!
Meng Lang turned his head, looked at the stunned three people at the door, and grinned.
"How about it? How about exercising alone?"
"Brother! It's right to be single to train yourself, but your change... How many years have you been single?"
Ugh...this guy's intuition is truly beast-level...
Meng Lang chuckled.
"Don't be surprised. I just want you to be mentally prepared. Slowly, you will be able to see what it means to be reborn!"
Show a little today, show a little tomorrow, so that in a few months, I suddenly become a special chef, and your jaws will drop on the spot.
"Mom, at my current level, do you still have to worry about me not being able to eat hot food outside?"
"Well! There's really no need to worry... This kid is almost forced to become a chef. How much has he suffered!
By the way! Then I have to bring you more wild mushrooms and Honghu lotus seeds, and make more soup to replenish your health."
Meng Lang couldn't laugh or cry immediately. Is this the point?
Seeing that the luggage bag was growing in size again, I felt helpless.
This is really about not missing every opportunity to increase the weight on yourself.
"Dad, what kind of stimulation do you think my brother received?
Not only have I been exercising every day these past two days, but I have also learned how to cook.
You don’t know, last night I took a sneak peek, and that guy was actually typing code in the room, with the kind of garbled code that I couldn’t understand at all.
It's almost like having a convulsion!
I think he is quite rich now, and if he still works so hard, does he still want to be Bill Gates?"
"Hmm... I love to exercise, I have learned cooking skills, and I work so hard... Do you think this brat is out of love?" Lao Meng touched his chin and whispered.
Nowadays, the reasons why young people are dumped are nothing more than the following: poor figure, poor housework, poor work...
Meng Lang's current performance is completely consistent with the "broken love syndrome".
"emm...compared to falling out of love, the fact that he fell in love surprised me more." Meng Qingqing also touched her chin.
Lao Meng glared at her when he heard this, "Are you still qualified to say this now? According to this trend, your brother is getting married for the second time, and your boyfriend is still lost!
A girl who knows nothing but runs very fast when beating you can't learn from your brother! Huh!"
"I……"
Seeing Lao Meng walking away with a look of hatred on his face, Meng Qingqing was confused.
Aren't you talking about my brother? Why did it suddenly involve me?
Growing up, I heard a lot about "other people's children", but never once was Meng Lang used as an example.
In the past, it was easy to laugh at fifty steps, and the eldest brother, not to mention the second sister, was the "lower limit" in the words of his parents anyway. Relatively speaking, Meng Lang, as the male of the family, attracted more firepower.
If everyone shares the pressure and supports each other, we can still get by.
This time it’s better, “other people’s children” have become “my own children”.
Not to mention those who help share the firepower. In the past, we compared each other from a distance, but now we almost criticize ourselves face to face.
There is no harm without comparison, but the harm is even greater when compared at close range!
What is going on in this world?
We are born from the same roots, so why be too hasty in getting involved, brother!
"Brother, don't you always say 'a gentleman is far away from the chef'?" Meng Qingqing looked unable to accept it.
"A gentleman is like an animal. Seeing it live, he can't bear to see it die. Hearing its sound, he can't bear to eat its meat. That's why a gentleman stays far away from the kitchen.
In this sentence, the chef is not the focus, the focus is the compassion."
"Bang!" Meng Lang knocked out a big fat fish.
"I didn't understand before, but now I understand. As long as you eat them with a grateful heart, I believe they can understand."
Meng Qingqing glanced at the fish on the chopping board.
"Then you can't move your compassion. Do you know that your actions have seriously threatened your little sister's living environment?"
"I have been hiding it for twenty-four years, but there is no way. A cool and outstanding man like me can never hide it."
Meng Qingqing rolled her eyes, "They say involution is popular in big cities now, brother! You will ruin the atmosphere in the family."
"Haha! People can't hide in the greenhouse all the time. The reality is so cruel. Involution is a necessary stage for socialism to enter a new era.
But since you are my little sister, I can teach you some unique tips."
"What do you think?"
"Read more than ten thousand volumes!"
"Tch! It's a cliché!" Meng Qingqing curled her lips.
"Alas! I used to feel the same way as you, until one day I became addicted to reading..." Meng Lang's eyes were slightly sad.
Meng Qingqing obviously didn't understand the "sincerity" in this sentence. She couldn't help but be surprised when she saw that Meng Lang made a steamed fish and actually wanted to use the knife again.
"You are not giving me a way to survive! There are so many vegetables, why are you still frying them?"
"Well, if we cook two more dishes, we might have customers later."
"It's already this point, how could there still be..." Meng Qingqing hadn't finished her words yet.
"Second brother! Younger brother and sister! The old man and I are here to visit!"
Suddenly a familiar voice came from the door of the courtyard.
Meng Qingqing looked at Meng Lang in shock.
I saw him calmly taking off his apron, holding two plates of food in his hands and walking out, but the voice came slowly.
"Don't ask, just ask if the rich have distant relatives in the mountains..."
…
"Dad! Brother, why did you come here suddenly without telling us in advance? You see, we are not prepared at all."
Meng Lang's uncle's name was Meng Li. He had a Chinese character for his face and looked quite similar to Lao Meng. He wore a suit, leather shoes, and a leather bag, and looked like a businessman.
He looked at the dishes on the table and smiled immediately.
"Isn't this what you call unprepared? Then prepare yourself, why don't we still have a full banquet?
Brothers and sisters, your food is always good enough. We came just in time to catch up! You think so, Dad!"
Meng Lang's grandfather had gray hair, neatly cut, and looked energetic and bookish.
The old man looked at the dishes on the table, including spicy and sour potato shreds, Dongpo pork, steamed Wuchang fish, ground three delicacies, and beef stir-fried with green onions. There were seven or eight dishes. The aroma was overwhelming, and he nodded with a smile.
"Well! Life at the second child's family seems to be going well."
Yang Hui also smiled, "It's not that Xiaolang is leaving today. It's not good to eat outside. Let the children eat more at home."
"Then it's better to come early than to come by chance. Xiaolang came back to pay homage to his ancestors. The company was too busy in the past two days, and the old man suffered from rheumatism again.
I’m so busy that I don’t even care about it.”
"Dad, do you have rheumatism again?" Lao Meng quickly asked with concern.
"It's an old problem. It's okay. At this age, I don't have many good days." The old man waved his hand.
"Grandpa, please don't talk nonsense. Looking at your complexion, I don't think there is any problem in living to be a hundred years old." Meng Lang said.
"Haha! Xiaolang, you kid."
"Brother, please take care of me. If the family is too busy, please let me know and we will take the old man to live in the countryside for a while." Yang Hui said.
"No, no, I'm used to living in the old man's house. Let's eat quickly. The food will be cold in a while.
But this food is enough. How can we have food but no wine? Dad, it’s a rare day. Let’s drink two cups?” Meng Li said suddenly.
"Okay! Qingqing, go buy two bottles of wine and come back." Lao Meng nodded.
"No, no, I brought two bottles of Maotai and I'll drink it today." Meng Li took out a bottle of Feitian from his bag.
The old man and Lao Meng looked at him in surprise.
Iron Rooster also plucked its feathers today?
Everyone started to move their chopsticks, and the uncle took a bite of the Dongpo pork on the table. As soon as he took it into his mouth, he felt the taste of spices filling his mouth.
After one bite, the seemingly fatty pork belly is unexpectedly soft, chewy, chewy and crunchy.
"Huh? It's delicious! Sister and sister, I haven't seen you for a few days. Your cooking skills have improved a lot!
It’s not like my family, they hired a nanny and now they can’t even tell the difference between oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar!”
Meng Lang glanced at his uncle.
Lao Meng's usual evaluation of his uncle as "always showing off" is not groundless.
Several people present looked a little strange, and Meng Qingqing looked like he couldn't help but laugh.
"Mom! Look, my brother's craftsmanship is now even better than before."
"Huh?" Meng Li and the old man were stunned for a moment.
"Dad, these dishes were cooked by Meng Lang." Yang Hui looked quite proud.
The two of them immediately looked at Meng Lang in surprise.
The old man took a few bites of the food, then looked Meng Lang up and down, with a hint of a smile in his eyes.
"Well! Xiaolang has changed a lot in the past two years, he has become much more mature."
"This is all because grandpa has taught him well since childhood." Meng Lang smiled and gave his grandpa a piece of fish with chopsticks.
"Grandpa, please eat the vegetables. This fish is fresh."
When Meng Lang was a child, his parents were too busy, so his grandparents took care of him for a while. His children's enlightenment was also brought about by the old man.
He later chose the Chinese Department, which had something to do with the old man's teachings.
"Oh! Xiaolang did it? I really didn't see it." Meng Li was also very surprised.
"Your cousin's fingers are not wet, and the next dumpling is full of flavor. Xiaolang knows how to honor his parents by cooking, so he will only give us Emma-style gifts.
Or how about Bei Piao, Shanghai Piao, Guang Piao, Deep Piao? Everyone who comes out of the drift is a talented person. It’s not easy to be alone outside, right?
But didn’t I hear that you were doing insurance before? Is this a career change?”
Lao Meng: "#"
Yang Hui: “#”
Meng Qingqing: "#"
Meng Lang sighed.
He finally understood why the brother in the previous episode couldn't help it...
