Chasing dreams Deyun started from the car accident Fenhewan

Chapter 77 A Different Master
Shen Changle nodded in agreement. After all, good-looking is good-looking, but such things made of harming animals, including fur, ivory, tortoiseshell, and emerald heads, should not be carried forward.

Shen Changle glanced at it one last time, and followed Li Shengsu and Chen Xinmeng into the living room inside.

The living room is located in the center of the house. After entering, there is a kitchen in front of the left. A middle-aged man looks fierce and unsmiling, with slightly bulging muscles.

I'm busy in the kitchen, not a single hair on my head looks like a big braised egg, wearing an Under Armour's fitness clothes, about 1.8 meters five looks very burly,
A pot and a spoon make it very windy and smokey, and as the pot is turned over, the flames in it rise to the sky, and the rich food aroma bursts out instantly, making the mouth water.

Chen Xinmeng pointed helplessly at the man who was fighting in the kitchen and said: "Mom, look at my dad, he made a table of delicious food again. I will stay at home for a few more days and I will be scolded to death by the teacher when I go back. That's right now." , I still remember the feat of gaining 18 pounds during my winter vacation."

The fierce man in the kitchen put another dish on the plate, and when he heard Chen Xinmeng's complaint, he laughed and said, "Hahahahaha, good girl, don't listen to your bastard teacher talking nonsense, you are too thin now, are you just a girl?" It’s only cute if you have a round face, look at the braised pork, squirrel fish, sweet and sour pork ribs, fatty beef in sour soup, and the boiled cabbage that I made specially for you, it’s so fresh!!!”

Seeing Chen Xinmeng's greedy and depressed expression, Shen Changle couldn't help laughing.

Li Shengsu said with a smile: "Chen Hui, put down the things in your hand and come here first, haven't you seen any guests at home?"

Chen Hui, who was belatedly aware of it, raised his head and saw Shen Changle and couldn't help smiling heartily: "You are such a handsome young man, my God, my name is Chen Hui, your master's husband, you are Shen Changle, right? Do you have a girlfriend now?"

Shen Changle said awkwardly: "There are none yet, hello master, I am Shen Changle."

"Yo, no good! Come and see my daughter, she has a very iconic figure and appearance, and her height of 172 is more suitable for you. In the future, you two will have more contacts." Chen Hui clapped his palms in surprise, and introduced enthusiastically.

"Father, you hate it!!! Hurry up and go cook! Don't come here and talk nonsense." Chen Xinmeng, who was originally very calm and peaceful, was blushed by Chen Hui's brief introduction, and hurriedly pushed Chen Hui into the kitchen again.

Chen Hui touched his bare head in confusion and said, "Don't, girl, I haven't finished talking to Ren Changle yet, didn't you just want to eat? Why are you hungry now? The food will be ready soon." Well, there is only one braised prawn in oil."

"Then do it quickly, I can't wait to eat shrimp." Chen Xinmeng gritted his teeth.

Chen Hui's originally fierce and unsmiling face was now full of smiles, and he said rather dotingly: "Okay, okay, don't worry, my daughter will cook right away, you go and stay with Chang Le first, the smell of oily smoke in the kitchen Daddy, don't choke on you."

Li Shengsu in the living room led Shen Changle to sit down and smiled, "You saw it too, that's my husband, Chen Xinmeng's father, didn't it scare you?"

Shen Changle also said with a smile on his face: "No, I feel that the master has a good temper, a hearty atmosphere, and he cooks good dishes. At first glance, he looks like a man from our north."

Li Shengsu nodded and said: "That's right, he is from the Northeast. He used to be an actor who sang the painted face in our Peking Opera Theater. He is the apprentice of Mr. Kang Wansheng, the famous bronze hammer painted face in the Tianjin Peking Opera Theater."

"Hey, master is Mr. Kang Wansheng's high-achieving apprentice, but why don't I seem to have seen master's performance?" Shen Changle asked curiously.

Because Shen Changle is also a lover of Peking Opera, especially Sheng, Dan, and Jing. It can be said that he should have heard of both old and contemporary famous artists.

Li Shengsu looked back at Chen Hui and said with emotion: "You must have never heard of it. He and I met at the Handan Peking Opera Theater. Back then, I was so arrogant that I didn't like him at all. I just regarded him as a My friend, next year I will formally join the Mei School to learn opera from Master Mei."

"At that time, I often participated in domestic and foreign Mei Pai performances with my teacher, which was a solid performance skill. Severe stomach problem, by chance, he found out about my stomach problem while he was in China, and came to me with a sack of pots, pans, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and food."

"The result?" Shen Changle asked curiously.

Li Shengsu said: "In the end, when he made great efforts to get to the United States, we were almost returning to China, so I remembered that when I saw him, he was carrying a big package and borrowed it from the local Chinatown. In the Chinese restaurant, boil me a pot of millet porridge."

"That's why you are moved, Master." Shen Changle said with a smile.

"Yeah, since then, he has put down his work in the Peking Opera Theater and ran around with me every day. When I performed, he would cook at home or in a hotel and wait for me to come back. Later, after having Chen Xinmeng, He is also taking care of the children at home by himself, and his own abilities have to be wasted." Li Shengsu shook his head and said with emotion.

"Hahaha, what are my abilities, my greatest ability is to marry you home, I am content." Chen Hui brought the prawns to the table with a smile, obviously Chen Hui heard what he said just now.

Shen Changle, a single dog who ate a mouthful of dog food, gave a thumbs up and said, "Don't say I should learn from you, master. Your skills are really great. It's too romantic."

Chen Hui said with a hearty smile: "That is, this is what we got in exchange for our perseverance and sincerity. By the way, didn't I just say that I think it's very suitable for you two to spend more time with my daughter in the future."

Chen Xinmeng, who was holding the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, said with a hot face again: "Dad! If you do this again, I will ignore you!"

Chen Hui smiled and waved his hands to signal not to speak, pulled Shen Changle to the dining table and said: "My daughter is too shy, don't talk anymore, let me tell you, Changle, although I have put down my Peking Opera, but I have been around for decades. It's not that I'm not without gains, I'm a senior chef now, I have a chef's certificate, come and serve quickly."

Shen Changle also nodded with a smile in response, seeing that Chen Hui, Li Shengsu and Chen Xinmeng had all sat down, and then sat down respectfully.

Li Shengsu kindly picked a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs for Shen Changle and said: "Don't be so restrained, just like your own home, try your master's cooking, this is his specialty."

After Shen Changle thanked in a low voice, looking at the bright red ribs, he moved his index finger and took a bite.

The outside is crispy, but the inside is very tender and smooth. The bones come out easily, and when you bite into the meaty teeth, the sweet and sour sauce overflows in your mouth with the gravy of the ribs, and you are full of happiness.

Shen Changle's eyes lit up slightly, and after eating a piece of pork ribs, he agreed: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely not be restrained, just cook for my master, and I will come here often in the future!"

(End of this chapter)