You must know that this is Mr. Jiang's home. How can you cook and prepare a banquet in someone else's home, but not let the host family eat?
At this time, Mr. Jiang's eldest son came out of the back room to pour water.
I couldn't help but complain after hearing this.
"Dad, what are you talking about? The guests are still here."
Mr. Jiang didn't even raise his eyelids.
"That's just me. If you want to write a song, go ahead and don't bother me."
"For such an old man, he can't even write a word. He is really a useless waste."
Comrade Jiang was very hurt.
He also wants to write songs.
It's a pity that I really am not that material, so I can only give up.
Several cadres from the Cultural Education Office were a little embarrassed.
One of the older cadres tugged on the corner of Cao Weidong's clothes and explained softly.
"The old man has said a few years ago that he will no longer create new songs. We have also thought of ways, but to no avail."
"Why?" Cao Weidong was stunned.
"Because of the criticism from the masses."
The officials seemed to be afraid.
I just clicked this sentence lightly.
Seeing that he still looked confused, Mr. Wei, who was sitting not far away, explained with a wry smile.
"Lao Jiang wrote a song before and was criticized by the masses. Since then, Lao Jiang has vowed not to compose new songs."
"The reason..."
He looked around and pointed to a light red sweater on the hanger.
Cao Weidong suddenly understood.
It turns out that I was criticized.
It seems that this old man's psychological quality is not good, is he autistic?
He began to think about countermeasures.
Do you want to try it while getting drunk?
At this time, Mr. Jiang snorted in dissatisfaction and placed the tea cup heavily on the table.
"If you like to talk about this topic, then I will go back to the house and go to bed first."
Everyone quickly calmed down the old man.
Director Li shrugged and whispered: "Eat and disperse, that's it."
He couldn't understand why Cao Weidong insisted on finding someone else to write songs.
In his opinion, it is just a formal art performance.
Cao Weidong saw that the atmosphere was a little tense, so he wisely did not continue the topic, but instead talked about the food culture of various places.
He was a foodie in his previous life. He had eaten almost all over the country, and he knew almost all the food and customs of various places. His eloquent talk immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone listened with great interest.
Even Mr. Jiang stopped making trouble and went back to his house to sleep.
Just when Cao Weidong talked about some famous dishes in the south, a scent filled the air.
Directly to the nose.
"It's strange, am I so fascinated by it? It really smells good."
Mr. Jiang's throat was throbbing.
The mouth secretes saliva unconsciously.
After distinguishing it for a while, he finally reacted and looked in the direction from which the scent came.
Ma Hua came out with a pot of brightly colored and fragrant squirrel fish.
Several younger members of the Jiang family helped set up two large round tables and asked everyone to sit around them.
Ma Hua placed the dishes close to Mr. Jiang and shouted:
"State Banquet Cuisine: Squirrel Fish, He Yuzhu."
Then turned back to the kitchen.
When I came back, I had another plate of food in my hand.
"Secret Dongpo Pork for State Banquet, Nanyi."
"Braised pork elbow, He Yuzhu."
"Bazhen Tofu, Nanyi."
"...."
Cao Weidong did not expect that when he brought Nan Yi and He Yuzhu together, the effect of 1 1 was greater than 2.
It seems like I will have to do this more often in the future.
Looking at the exquisite and satisfying food on the table.
Although the environment is simple, it really feels like a state banquet.
Mr. Jiang also felt a little regretful at this time.
It’s a little early to say that.
When the last dish was served, the two chefs changed out of their chef uniforms and came over and sat down in the empty seats next to Cao Weidong.
Cao Weidong took out several bottles of good wine from his military bag and filled Mr. Jiang's wine glass first.
"Mr. Jiang, does it look good?"
Mr. Jiang was angry and said coldly.
"I haven't tasted it yet, who knows? Anyway, I don't write songs and I don't eat, so you can eat."
This little old man's only hobby is eating.
Have you been secretly swallowing without watching?
Cao Weidong pretended not to know, handed the Kuaizi over, and said with a smile: "You are the master, do you want to try it first?"
Mr. Jiang is a little moved.
With everyone's persuasion, he tried to live until:
"Then let me try it?"
Secretary Li smiled and smoothed things over,
"Have a try. Today you are in charge. Only if you move quickly can we enjoy the food."
Mr. Jiang got off the donkey, took a mouthful of food and put it in his mouth.
Then I couldn’t stop.
He tasted all the dishes on the table and sighed: "It's delicious. The cooking skills of the two chefs are really amazing."
"Don't just eat and drink."
Cao Weidong raised his glass: "This is Fenjiu from Shanxi, a good wine that foreign guests love to drink."
Mr. Jiang's eyes lit up and he drank another drink.
His eyes narrowed and he bared his teeth slightly.
What a great wine.
Under Cao Weidong's persuasion, Mr. Jiang drank food and wine, and soon became very drunk.
Seeing that the atmosphere was almost over, Cao Weidong said: "Mr. Jiang, I like your song very much. Please help us make another song for our steel rolling mill."
Everyone stopped pushing cups and changing cups, and looked at Mr. Jiang silently.
Mr. Jiang lowered his head and did not refuse. He just muttered in a low voice.
"My songs are worthless if the people don't like them. What's the use if I don't write them?"
"I say others are trash, but actually I am trash. I can't even write a song well."
As he talked, Mr. Jiang covered his face and cried.
It seems that this old man is really drunk.
Cao Weidong waited until Mr. Jiang had almost vented his emotions before he explained.
"It's not that the people don't like your songs, it's just that they couldn't understand them at the time."
"I think every song contains the composer's feelings and is meaningful."
These words speak to Mr. Jiang’s heart.
Mr. Jiang drunkenly held Cao Weidong's hand and asked: "Is what you said true?"
Cao Weidong nodded affirmatively.
Mr. Jiang drank another glass of wine and suddenly laughed again.
"Young comrades have great vision, tell me what kind of song you want."
"It is required to show that the comrades of the workers have strength and are getting better and better under the leadership of the leaders."
Cao Weidong summed it up simply.
He seemed to feel that his statement was a bit general, so he hummed a few lyrics casually.
He said that what he wanted was a song like this.
However, after Cao Weidong finished humming softly, he found that the surrounding area became quiet.
Everyone looked at Cao Weidong with an inexplicable smell in their eyes.
Cao Weidong was stunned.
"What are you looking at me for?"
Mr. Wei dropped Kuai Zi, squeezed He Yuzhu who was sitting next to Cao Weidong, and asked excitedly.
"Young man, the song you just sang was your own idea?"
"Well... that's right."
Cao Weidong said bravely.
The lyrics he just hummed seemed to be from "We Walk on the Road". He vaguely remembered that it was a song from the 1960s. As for whether it appeared at this time, he didn't know.
"The lyrics too?"
Mr. Jiang asked on the other side.
There was no hint of drunkenness in his voice, and he asked with piercing eyes.