The God Who Sleeps on the Piano

What incomprehensible things did Lu Ansen do?

Cheng Lang is really curious!

He Lin saw the interest in his eyes, and smiled and listed: "Well, although Lu Ansen is withdrawn, he is not a geek. On the contrary, he likes it very, very much..." He frowned, thinking about the appropriate wording, " He likes to run away from home."

"Run away from home?" Cheng Lang was extremely surprised.

"Yes. He ran away from home." He Lin nodded and continued: "It's not the kind of rebellion that belongs to children, but a planned and purposeful run away. I remember that he was only 8 years old at that time, carrying That time, he disappeared for half a month. If he hadn't left a letter, he would probably have scared the parents of the Lu family to death. However, if so, the disturbance was quite big. The Lu family called the police , and posted a missing person notice.”

Cheng Lang listened with gusto, as if he was listening to a legendary book, and kept asking: "Is there anything else? Does he do other incomprehensible things?"

He Lin fell into deep thought, searching for new things in the depths of his memory.After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Lu Ansen looks taciturn and has a cold face. However, he seems to have a natural compassionate heart, and he likes to be with homeless people. When he was 14 years old, he held a birthday party. At that time, the participants were all homeless people. I heard that there were singing and dancing at that time, and it was very lively."

Like something the guy would do.

Running away from home is chasing freedom.

Being in the company of homeless people... What is it like to experience?

Cheng Lang was absorbed in his thoughts, and listened to some gossip about Lu Ansen, such as he is a young genius with a particularly good memory, and why he often skips classes, but his grades are still top-notch, probably because he is a top student.

Cheng Lang listened with great interest, but unfortunately, his mother came to visit.

Cheng Lan held two bowls of tofu nao, and warmly greeted her son to eat: "Come on, Mr. Cheng, Ms. Cheng made your favorite tofu nao. It's delicious, and it makes my mouth water when I smell it."

Cheng Lang regained his composure, looked at the two bowls of tofu nao on the coffee table, and praised with a smile: "Miss Cheng is doing really well today, what would you like to eat for dinner? Mr. Cheng is at his disposal."

After he finished speaking, he took a mouthful of tofu nao with a rice spoon, and it melted in the mouth, soft and smooth, still the taste of childhood.

Cheng Lang is nostalgic for the old days, and he is always in a bad mood, so he will be fine after eating tofu.

Why is it bad?Compared with the poor days before, life now is a paradise on earth.

God knows what you did.To be a human being, you must be content, and you can't moan about your illness and annoy the sky.

Cheng Lang ate a bowl of tofu nao, and He Lin ate the rest.The possessive man is actually very upset that his lover washes his hands and makes soup for other male animals.Not even his own son.

Cheng Lang looked at the man who was devouring the tofu nao, and a smile flashed in his eyes.Very good, the more you care, the better.A man who is deeply in love should always be childish and passionate.

"Miss Cheng also go to serve a bowl of tofu nao? This is a warm stomach soup, what else do you want to eat? I will make it."

This is a rare opportunity. While drinking tofu nao, He Lin announced the name of the dish: "West Lake Beef Soup, Spicy Chicken Wings, Dongpo Pork..."

Cheng Lan patted him on the shoulder, displeased: "Why eat so much at night? Mr. Cheng, don't listen to him, just make me some pastries. Well, it's the kind of gathering of flowers that you are best at. Cake together."

He Lin put down the bowl and spoon, stretched out his long arms, grabbed the person into his arms, hugged him tightly, and continued to fight for the food: "Alang, listen to me. It's rare that there are so many people today, and the meal is lively and lively. "

Cheng Lang: "..."

He is a family of two, so it doesn't make sense that if there are more him, there will be more people, right?

It will really give yourself a long face!

Cheng Lang complained in his heart for a while, then went to the kitchen.Thanks to him being in a good mood today, it's okay to show off his cooking skills.

Soon there was the sound of pots and pans clashing in the kitchen.

Very regular rhythm, like playing percussion music.

In the living room, Cheng Lan stayed with the man for a while, then shyly fled to the kitchen.She didn't mean to help, but secretly took pictures with her mobile phone.

Well, the opportunity came, and I recorded a video of my son cooking, and slapped Old Fairy Sun in the face.

Of course, she got what she wanted.

Sun Ying came across this post when she was scrolling through Moments at ten o'clock in the evening.

[The son of the male god goes to the kitchen, take a look, take a look, his cooking skills are not inferior to that of a five-star chef. 】

Then, a link, a 10-minute video of a male god cooking.

The comment section was already blown up, those little sisters who danced in the square danced all kinds of exaggerated pursuits, Sun Ying almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

on purpose!

When Sun Ying saw Cheng Lan's unified reply: In terms of filial piety and good sons, who would dare to fight?

She was absolutely certain that Fairy Cheng did it on purpose.

Who dares to fight?

Hmph, my son must be able to compete!

Sun Ying gathered her nightgown, climbed out of bed and went to find her son.

At that time, Lu Ansen was reading a profound piano repertoire in the bedroom.Hearing the knock on the door, he hurriedly stuffed the book into the bed, and took out his mobile phone, pretending to be watching the news.

click-

"Mom? Please come in."

Sun Ying opened the door and came in. Seeing her son lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, he went straight to the point: "Good son, something is wrong!"

Lu Ansen frowned, put down his phone and looked at her: "What's wrong? What happened?"

Sun Ying shook her head and showed him the phone.She clicked on the video, and a slender figure appeared in it, with his back to the camera, cooking.That posture, like a veteran of cooking.

It's Cheng Lang.

Lu Ansen frowned, with a hint of coldness on the tip of his brows.Doesn't the Cheng family have a nanny?Do you need him to do things like cooking?As a pianist, he is probably No.1 for such a waste of hands!

Lu Ansen was displeased, but he didn't show it. Instead, he looked at his mother suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Sun Ying said sadly, "Little Fairy Sun's son cooks for his mother himself, how about you? You don't want to show it? Your mother raised you so big, shouldn't you cook some meals to honor me?"

Lu Ansen frowned upon hearing this.

Think about it, think about it, what does she have, what does she want, is this rejuvenation?

According to her, do you want him to cook?

It is simply infinite punishment.

Lu Ansen politely refused without hesitation: "Mom, as you said before, a gentleman stays away from the kitchen."

"Did I say it before? Impossible? How can I say such profound literary and artistic words?" Sun Ying refused to admit it, and continued: "Also, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. It doesn't mean that a gentleman doesn't have to go to the kitchen, son. , your Chinese is taught by the physical education teacher, right?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

No matter what, she is right!

When an obvious scholar meets a soldier, there is no reason to explain.

Lu Ansen remained silent, while Sun Ying spoke with high spirits and eloquence alone: ​​"Actually, these words came from Mencius, and Mencius' original words were, "A gentleman is like a beast, he cannot bear to see him die when he sees it alive; His voice made him unable to bear to eat his flesh.Therefore, a gentleman is far away from the kitchen. "This is his evaluation of King Qixuan's reluctance to kill a cow, and he praises King Qixuan's benevolence. Son, you misunderstood, so, good boy, cook for your mother tomorrow?"

Lu Ansen shook his head: "Mom, I won't."

Sun Ying smiled and praised: "Don't be humble, you are so smart, how can there be anything you can't do? Even if you have, you won't disobey your mother, right?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

Has her mother become a god?

Why is the eloquence so good in an instant?

Sun Ying continued to show off her eloquence: "Besides, I realized this sentence in the kitchen, governing a big country is like cooking small fish. Listen, how high-end and connotative is it?"

Lu Ansen: "..."

He glanced at a man who finally showed a positive face in the video. Cheng Lang closed his eyes slightly and was sniffing the aroma of food.Through the screen, he saw his slender eyelashes, fluttering, very beautiful.

Sun Ying was also looking at Cheng Lang, praising and sighing at the same time: "Don't tell me, Cheng Lang's cooking is quite photogenic. If he hadn't filmed the whole process of cooking, I would suspect that someone Li Daitao was stiff. Sigh , Alas, this Cheng family child is too filial. No, no, son, you have to fight hard. Get up early tomorrow and cook some food for your mother. Mother will give you Baidu experience."

After she finished speaking, she took her mobile phone and walked out of the bedroom.

Lu Ansen leaned against the bedside table and closed his eyes to rest, how will tomorrow be?

Tomorrow is a day of hope, but it is also destined to be... a day of disaster.

next day

Lu Ansen got up early in the morning, and after a busy morning, he finally cooked up a slightly hot and sour potato shreds.At that time, his shirt was wet with sweat, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he was so tired that he couldn't lift his hands.

He sat down on the sofa to rest, feeling depressed.

Cooking is definitely the most difficult thing in human history!

Compared to his malaise, Sun Ying can be said to be energetic and high-spirited.She put a plate of shredded potatoes on the coffee table, took N photos of the dishes, and then, in conjunction with the video she took before, sent them to Moments.

[The president's son goes to the kitchen, take a look, take a look, the culinary skills are not inferior to that of a five-star chef. 】

One second, two seconds, the onlookers liked it, but there were no comments.

Sun Ying frowned, thinking that the posture of speaking might be wrong.So, she squatted down, pinched the vegetables directly with her hands, and then acted like she was gobbling it up, and she also cooperated with the extremely exaggerated appearance of enjoying it, such as it's delicious and delicious.

Lu Ansen, half lying on the sofa: "..."

It's really incomprehensible, how could my mother make such an exaggerated expression?

Sun Ying, who continued to exaggerate her expression, didn't get any comments after all.

When she was dejected, Little Fairy Sun started talking again, the kind with video.

[The son of the male god makes pastries, take a look, take a look, the craftsmanship is not inferior to that of famous pastry chefs. 】

The reply is sent in seconds, and within a few seconds, the message area exploded after talking about it:

Square Dance No. [-]: Sister Cheng, this cake is so beautiful!What's the taste, I'm drooling just looking at it.

Square Dance No. [-]: Sister Cheng, is your son still dating?After waiting for my daughter for three years, let's get married, shall we?

Square Dance No. [-]: Xiao Cheng, I don't have a daughter, so I can't marry your son.But let me be a godmother?I'll give you two houses as a gift, okay?

……

Outrageous!

Isn't it just someone who can cook a meal, fry a dish, and make a cake by the way?What a big deal!

Sun Ying looked at it, feeling very unbalanced.She showed Lu Ansen the talk, and the latter only glanced at it, then immediately turned and walked upstairs.It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Cheng's mother made pastries, and his mother will force him to make desserts!

He was right.

Sun Ying was really planning to let him make desserts, and even contacted a famous dessert chef, planning to give a practical teaching.

Lu Ansen hid in the bedroom, locked himself inside, and didn't dare to leave the room all afternoon.

In any case, no more access to the kitchen.That greasy feeling is horrible.

But how can the mother dispel her desire to compare her son's cooking skills?