With a click, the almost solid wild walnut was crushed and fried. With a few fingers, the thick walnut skin was crushed into powder.

This made Cao Dahua's eyes straighten for a moment. At this time, Cao Wei chuckled.

"Uncle Da, you haven't lost your kung fu? That's great. After the old man left, no one in the family can help me. In the future, our uncle and nephew will just have time to practice and improve.

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"Okay. But I'm usually very busy at work. And I'm engaged in education now, so I don't have to fight easily. So let's look for opportunities. By the way, I've made soup. You sit here for a while, and I'll fry a few

This dish is a perfect match for you!"

Sliding into the kitchen like a gust of wind, Cao Dahua vividly displayed the slippery greasiness that a middle-aged man should have.

This made Cao Wei couldn't help but smile, because this was indeed how the tiger of the crime team in his impression should behave.

An uncle who has been undercover for more than 20 years and killed nine of his colleagues and an entire period of undercover students, but he is still alive and well. To say that he doesn't have some little wisdom in life, it must be too much.

I underestimated him. Not much else to say, just his slickness, I'm afraid most people don't have this level.

Of course, when watching the movie, you might think that such a character is a little bit vulgar. But now, as relatives, and uncles and nephews who depend on each other for life, he would rather Uncle Da remain such a naughty person than follow the same path as his father.

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After all, his father was dedicated to the country and died honorably. Uncle Kodak...he worked as an undercover agent for the British Hong Kong government. The most he sacrificed was to put up someone else's Union Jack flag. What was he trying to do? Do you want to die in peace?

You know, according to his old man's point of view, this is almost the same as being a traitor. He doesn't want Uncle Da to be unable to explain to the old man after he goes down. So, this is good. At the very least, he can still give Uncle Da

Retirement is not a life-long pension.

He couldn't help but daydream in his mind. After all, this was the first day he was personally involved in the movie. Many plans had to be changed, and he also had to have a rough plan for his future.

But before I had time to think about it, I heard a huff. Uncle Da ran out of the kitchen angrily, and got in again carrying a fire extinguisher.

What are you doing? Cao Wei, who has already learned this sentence, looked inside the kitchen and saw that under the smoky atmosphere, Cao Dahua was spraying fire extinguisher desperately against a large pot, and just looking at the dark inside

The thing is almost to the point where even dogs won’t eat it.

After squinting and staring, Cao Wei asked Cao Dahua a question.

"Uncle Da, how long has it been since you cooked?"

"It shouldn't be. I cooked dinner last night."

"Then what did you do?"

"Eat the noodles I ordered..."

You can tell, a decadent middle-aged man like Uncle Da probably only has cooking skills in making instant noodles. If you expect him to cook, you might as well go downstairs and pack up two portions of roast goose rice.

But, on such a day worthy of celebration, wouldn’t it be better to eat takeout?

Sighing in his heart, Cao Wei stretched out his hand and pushed Cao Dahua out of the kitchen. This made Cao Dahua very unhappy.

"You brat, what are you going to do?"

"What are you doing? Cooking. I've finally figured it out. I'm counting on you, Uncle Da. I guess the two of us will only be able to eat instant noodles in the future. So stop struggling and leave it to me."

"Can you, okay?"

Cao Wei didn't say anything, he just picked up the kitchen knife and let it spin on his fingers like a fan.

"Although I really don't want to reveal my true identity, it seems I have no choice at this time. To tell you the truth, Uncle Da, I am the chef of the century-old Chuanmanlou restaurant and a registered disciple of Mr. Zhu Fuxiang, the national top-level chef.

When it comes to cooking, I am professional."

"You are bluffing me. You think I am a bluff. I am a first-class chef. I also said that I studied under the master of a small Chinese school and am the next candidate for the Master of Chef?"

As soon as Cao Dahua opened his mouth, he saw Cao Wei using his knife to clean a strip of grouper like a butcher undressing a cow. Two iron pots were operated at the same time, and one was used to put the grouper on a plate and cover it with green onions.

The ginger is directly steamed over high heat. The other is heated with oil, mixed with various condiments, and then stir-fried directly along with the sliced ​​beef tenderloin.

The flame was high, but it was far less uncontrollable than it was in Cao Dahua's hands. In Cao Wei's hands, it was like a tamed beast, obediently lingering in the iron pot, using its ferocious heat to create this...

The essence of cuisine.

“Hot Beef Tenderloin!”

When the dish was ready, Cao Wei immediately heated up the hot oil without stopping. At the same time, he took the almost steamed grouper, spread onion shreds and green and red peppers, and poured hot oil on top.

“Steamed grouper!”

besides...

“Boiled lettuce!”

“Kung Pao Chicken!”

In less than half an hour, Cao Wei had put four dishes and one soup on the table. This speed amazed Cao Dahua, and at the same time, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Are you really my nephew?"

"Why, it doesn't look like it? I remember I sent you a photo. Although the photo was taken when my mother was still alive, it was several years ago. But I was almost open at that time.

, there shouldn’t be much change in appearance.”

"There's not much change in appearance." He pulled out a photo from his breast pocket. Although he had seen it dozens of times and understood it clearly, at this time, Cao Dahua still couldn't help but take the photo.

Compare the people in front of you one by one.

"It's just a little taller and stronger than the one in the photo. But it is indeed a species from our Lao Cao family. This picture has a majestic appearance, and the way the jade tree faces the wind has a bit of my demeanor back then."

"Uncle Da, although I am very happy that you praise me so much, but if you use me to promote yourself, isn't it a little disrespectful of reality?"

"Why, you don't believe it? Let me tell you, when I was your age, I was a police officer... a handsome young man who was full of energy and known as the No. 1 breast killer in Kowloon City. I couldn't even go to the wet market to buy groceries.

It’s free of charge. The aunts selling vegetables are always rushing to bring chicken, duck, and fish to my arms, just so that they can get in front of me and chat with me more..."

"I believe this, because I often encounter such troubles. Sometimes when I walk on the street, there are fruit sellers trying their best to stuff me a few fruits. I say no, and they still

I was not happy. I had to pay, but they still wanted to fall out with me. To be honest, this really bothered me, and I was embarrassed to go shopping for a while."

After saying this, Cao Dahua's eyes widened. He felt that his nephew was pretending to be cool with him, because he had just been. But he had no evidence, because based on his life experience and vision of more than 40 years, he judged

, he felt that Cao Wei was not telling lies, as if that was his real trouble.

Moreover, Cao Dahua cannot deny that his nephew does have such outrageous capital.

Speaking of handsome, he was considered a handsome guy back then. And not to mention the hundreds of models and celebrities he has met over the years, just from the ones he has seen on TV and in magazines.

From this point of view, he can say that he has rich experience. But from these rich experiences, it seems that there is no one who can be more handsome than his nephew.

He is the most handsome man in the world. Coupled with the vitality of a young man, the heroic posture of practicing martial arts all year round, and an indescribable special temperament, he can kill almost eight-year-olds and eighty-year-olds.

All women. He even said that he felt that if he were a woman, he would probably not be able to help falling into such male lust.

With such good looks, he could survive a lifetime just by eating soft food. Is this the seed of his old Cao family? If so, how come he has stretched his crotch like this?

Cao Dahua couldn't help but start to doubt people's hearts. He had quit smoking for many years and had become accustomed to holding something in his mouth. He unconsciously put the ear pick that he had just been using to pick out earwax into his mouth. Then the bad taste made him

I couldn't help but spit out my saliva.

"Wow, Uncle Da. If you don't eat the food I worked so hard to cook, why don't you eat earwax? Do you have such a special hobby?"

"What? No. This is my home. I can eat whatever I like. Even if I pick my feet and eat it, can you control me?"

"Okay! Of course. But I'm a little worried. If you have such a quirk, how can you find an aunt for me in the future? I don't think any woman can accept this kind of problem."

"It's up to you to take care of it! It's too troublesome... Let's eat."

This was a sad topic, and Cao Dahua obviously didn't want to say more. So he banged his chopsticks, changed the subject, and put a piece of beef fillet into his mouth.

Then the next moment, he was stunned.

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes unconsciously. At this moment, he felt as if he had returned to the time when his mother cooked him a birthday dinner thirty years ago.

The impact of delicious food awakened his long-buried memories. At this moment, he felt a long-lost happiness called home.

"How could it be? How could it be so delicious? And it's so delicious, why do I want to cry so much?"

While crying, Cao Dahua was eating happily. At this moment, Cao Dahua was obviously a little abnormal. Of course, Cao Wei was used to this kind of thing, so he just gave the answer while putting the rice in his mouth.

"It's onions. I added twice the amount of onions to the dish."

Things are definitely not that simple, but he can't say it's because he has the achievement of a master chef on his system character panel, and behind this achievement there is a trait called "emotional sublimation".

"Don't add so many onions next time. I'm so old, it's really embarrassing to cry so miserably."

"Is there anything wrong with crying? There is a song that goes like this: It's not a sin for a man to cry. No matter how strong a man is, he has the right to be tired. If there is only heartbreak behind the smile, why should we be so miserable...

"

"I've never heard of it, but it makes sense. Ah Wei, I'm really embarrassed!"

Plunging into Cao Wei's arms, Cao Dahua was crying like a child at the moment. And patting his back as if coaxing a child, Cao Wei twitched the corners of his mouth and could only comfort him softly.

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Of course, at this moment, he had begun to reflect deeply in his heart.
Chapter completed!