The wrong posture of YY male god [system]

Wait for Carlos and his wife to pass through the inner gate of the courtyard and enter the courtyard.I saw several old people sitting on rattan chairs in a semi-circle, some smoking hookah, clapping their hands a little, some shaking their heads, with a uniform expression on their faces.

In the middle of the enclosed open space was a thin old man.

He is engrossed in performing the repertoire, every movement is sharp and vigorous, laughing and cursing are natural, his voice is melodious and euphemistic, every step and every wrist movement is on the piano player's performance, and the awe-inspiring aura is in his yin and yang tones Released, people subconsciously ignored his abrupt down jacket.

Carlos couldn't help but marvel in his heart, this is the strength of a master dramatist!

Unknowingly, he walked away from his wife, randomly found an empty seat and sat down, with his back straight and his hands neatly placed on his knees, watching every movement and expression change of the old man intently, although he couldn't quite hear it. He understands the lyrics, but the change of true and false voices and the fluctuation of high and low voices still make his scalp numb.

When the song was over, he couldn't help clapping.

Professor Zhou, who was sitting near Carlos, found out that his student had returned, and he sneered.

"You little foreign devil, can you still understand Peking opera?"

Whenever his tutor scolded him for being a dog, Carlos would always say, let me go!I'm just a little foreign devil!So much so that it evolved into the latest nickname.

Carlos is used to being teased every day, and he still calmly accepts the scrutiny of many elders present with a smile.

"Basically I can't understand it, but I still think it sounds good!"

"Blow! Keep blowing!"

Professor Zhou rolled his eyes indecently.

The luthier had already put down his instrument, so the conversation between the two was completely heard by the people around him. The old man who had just sung came over with a smile and put his hand on Professor Zhou's shoulder.

"What's the matter, Xiao Zhou, your students are not allowed to praise me? Don't look at your teacher blowing your beard and staring at you all day long, but in front of us old guys, he praised you to the sky."

Sure enough, he was blowing his beard and staring at his eyes, Professor Zhou silently made a note of his old friend who made trouble.

Under the teacher's introduction, Carlos obediently yelled around with a grandfather on the left and a grandfather on the right.

"The one I just sang was the Peking opera "Dragon Robe", do you know Peking opera?"

The old man who sang the song was surnamed Feng, and Carlos called him Grandpa Feng. It was rare for him to be fascinated by the song when they met for the first time. Mr. Feng had a good impression of Carlos. The way, singing style, dress, etc. are all introduced, and extended to the other four major operas such as Yue Opera, Huangmei Opera, Pingju Opera, and Henan Opera.

"I've heard of it, but I haven't touched it. Oh, no, I know a Cantonese opera."

"Oh?"

I didn’t expect much at first. After all, as an orthodox Chinese, there are very few young people learning to sing. What’s more, Professor Zhou also told his friends that his new student grew up abroad and only admired the motherland. The traditional painting culture went back to China to go to school.

Knowing that he could sing, several old men immediately surrounded him, smiling sincerely and asking him to sing one live.

Changing another person, I guess I really dare not show my shame in front of the old seniors in the literary and art circles, but who is Carlos?I have been trained in foreign countries for more than ten years, and I also have the characteristics of [natural performer], which is different from [bad heart and obscenity]. Grab your guitar and mic and sing hard, or impromptu dance.

Sure enough, under his eagerness to move, the system also refreshed several performance-related expectations. Although the reward points are not many, no amount of mosquitoes is meat!Carlos took all of them boldly, and under several pairs of encouraging gazes, he came to the open space in the middle of the courtyard calmly, brushed the tip of his nose lightly, and said with a smile.

"I only know one song, and it's especially inappropriate and not festive."

"It's okay! Let's sing."

Mr. Feng gave up, and quickly sat down on the stool in the front row, proving his expectation with actions. Others sat down one after another, even his wife put down the vegetable basket, sat down next to his old man, and walked in the direction of Carlos. A cheering gesture.

Taking a deep breath, Carlos was brewing emotions. When his face sank, the beat of the song was automatically generated in his mind.Then he lowered his voice and began to chant with a depressed and painful tone.

"The cloud is cold and the rain is cold, and the scenery in the middle of the lonely night is desolate..."

After the first timbre came out, the eyes of those who were involved in the opera circle at the scene lit up, and when they looked at each other, they could clearly see the surprise in each other's eyes. One of the old men followed the rhythm of Carlos, picked up the erhu and pulled up the "Chanyuan Bell" "Sound", the desolate melody makes Carlos' performance rendering effect even more brilliant.

The rhythm of the first part is deep and slow, the mid-bass is sad and sad, the end of the sentence is deliberately elongated, the timbre is squeezed with the throat to tremble, the moment of low-to-high pitch is caught just right, the breath is thick, smooth and natural.

"For love, for love, to hate, to be sick, to have a future for flowers and moon..."

As the track entered the latter part, the rhythm suddenly tightened up. Carlos maintained his usual clear articulation, full of vigor, and his emotions broke out in an all-round way. He cried louder and louder each time, and the whole piece of music gradually became active from the slow pace.

After the whole opera was sung, Carlos took a deep breath. It was really tiring to sing a big opera through throat resonance. In the warm applause of everyone, he thanked the luthier who played for him and returned to Mr. Feng. .

"Good! The singing is very upright, and the transition is handled neatly!"

"That's right, the bass is thick and the treble is bright and powerful. He is a good candidate for singing, but unfortunately his movements can't keep up."

Facing the exaggeration of the masters, Carlos was very satisfied.However, before he was happy for three seconds, his mentor came to whip him again.

"Stop praising him, his tail is up to the sky!"

"Xiao Zhou is going, come on, kid, are you interested in learning Peking Opera?"

Carlos turned around in his mind, and immediately began to adjust his expression, looking expectant and regretful.

"I want to! But I have to practice big characters every day, and I don't have any spare time."

"It's okay, you can do whatever you want. I'll discuss it with Xiao Zhou. You can come to learn Peking Opera during the day and practice calligraphy at night. Haste makes waste. Brush calligraphy can't be mastered in a day or two."

Sure enough, with the sound of "Xiao Zhou", he could see the level of relationship between his tutor and Mr. Feng, and successfully escaped half a day of brush calligraphy practice. Carlos gave him 32 likes for his wit.

When I was singing opera just now, the experience bar of singing skills suddenly appeared on my forehead, and because there were several master quyi artists around, the 6-minute singing was actually more experience than his one-hour solo singing experience, obviously another mentor Bless the buff!

I don’t know if I don’t change my nationality. Anyway, he is a British now, and he is especially yearning for the culture, taste and atmosphere of the motherland.Learning Chinese painting, learning Chinese quintessence, all want to imbue yourself with more Chinese flavors, don't be a banana person with yellow outside and white inside, but a boiled egg with white outside and yellow inside!

It also hurts myself.

For Mr. Feng, this evening was a pleasant surprise, as he found a good seedling; for Professor Zhou, it was depressing, as he was poached.For Carlos, it was a fruitful night, because he found a copy of the mentor buff for brushing skills.

Professor Zhou's circle of friends is amazing, all kinds of hidden masters, not to mention national treasure-level artists.In addition to Mr. Feng, there are several quyi masters, a bunch of chess players, go and chess, all kinds of chess are very good, and there are not too many old painting masters in the same industry!Calligraphers, folk musicians, etc., and even a master chef who was a state banquet chef.

This is an irresistible temptation for foodies!

So while everyone was still singing opera and listening to music in the courtyard, Carlos secretly pulled his tutor out and bit his ears.After finally getting the right to introduce on the condition of adding two big characters every day, he immediately dragged him into the kitchen.

Since there are too many people staying in the courtyard to eat tonight, the head chef has already occupied the kitchen first, and is going to cook a sumptuous dinner with the door-to-door gifts brought by everyone.

Just when he was busy, he saw Professor Zhou being dragged in by his students.It seems that all the great cooks are mass-produced from the same factory, with a strong and round body, a kind face and a shiny head.

Knowing the purpose of Carlos' visit, the chef graciously allowed him to watch.

Because of his proficiency in cooking skills, once Carlos is in the kitchen, he always has the feeling of dominating the world. Looking at the chef who is still throwing the pot vigorously, Carlos consciously ran to the edge of the sink and cutting board, and cut it in half. shredded potatoes.

Swish, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe, swipe

The neat and clean sound of the knife caught the head chef's ears. He threw the pot with his left hand, and quickly picked up the half-empty slices of meat with an iron spoon in his right hand. His posture was smooth and unhurried. He took a moment to glance at Carlos.

Good guy!The potato shreds are yellow and bright, with neat length and uniform thickness, and the knife skills are excellent.

"The little guy is amazing, how long have you been practicing this knife?"

"I've been cooking since I was a child, and I'm familiar with it."

"Hey, you can practice this posture when you cook western food and cut steaks? I don't believe it."

"I like cooking, and I like food more. Whether it's Chinese food or Western food, as long as it's delicious, I want to learn it. I'm self-sufficient, and I can solve my hunger problem at any time."

After quickly finishing a dish, the head chef was aroused by his curiosity, and hurriedly greeted Carlos to the stove to let him show off.Living in a foreign country, Carlos has long been used to speaking with strength, and he does not refuse at the moment, washing vegetables, cutting meat and beating eggs, pouring oil into the pan and stir frying, the whole action is done in one go and smooth.

In less than 7 minutes, a simple ham and egg was born.

The golden-yellow egg with a little bit of red meat, and a little green onion, makes people's index fingers move. In terms of presentation, it can be given full marks.Although the smell in the kitchen was mixed, the freshly served dishes still had a hint of pot gas. The head chef picked up a large egg with chopsticks and held it to his nose for a light sniff.

This scent is very authentic, he smiled and nodded.Then, I took a sip from Carlos’s expectant eyes. The salty ham, the tenderness of the eggs, and the aroma of diced green onions, the taste buds are revived and the eyes are brightened as soon as Pu’er enters the mouth. With a big smile, he gave Carlos a thumbs up.

The perfect quality ham and eggs have further enhanced the friendship between the two, and there is no need for too much language between foodies!Carlos felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart when he saw the relationship between the characters who had become good friends!

The kitchen that followed was completely turned into a teaching channel.

The chef affirmed Carlos's cooking skills, and with the idea of ​​sharing foodie experience, he explained the main points to Carlos while making special dishes, and shared tips on daily handling of ingredients, taboos between foods, and Authentic snacks that are hidden very deeply in the old district of Beijing.

Ordinary people would not tell him!

It took about an hour before all twelve dishes were finished and brought to the big round table. The old men who sang, talked, and smoked all stopped what they were doing and sat around the dining room at the same time. One of the old men also opened the Home-brewed liquor, mellow and tangy.

Even Carlos, who seldom drank in ordinary times, was aroused by the wine worm, watching the old people pouring wine on their own.

The dishes are fragrant and the wine is fragrant, and the atmosphere of the Chinese New Year spreads in this ancient courtyard in advance. With a satisfied smile, Carlos eats the most authentic dishes and listens to the old people talking about the past and the present, and benefits a lot.

"Yo, okay, old cow! Your Northeast cuisine has improved a lot, and this fat sausage is so authentic!"

Mr. Feng is from Heilongjiang, and his favorite is Northeast cuisine. A piece of fat sausage is so delicious that he can't stop eating it. There was a bright smile on his face, and he even put three pieces of fat sausage into his bowl, teasingly said.

As we all know, one who can be the chief chef of a state banquet is not only amazing in cooking, but also has contact with all major cuisines. The chief chef surnamed Niu is the master of cooking, and he is proficient in almost all eight major cuisines. Relatively weaker.

"I didn't do this, it was the little guy."

"Yo! It's amazing, and I can cook."

Mr. Feng looked at Carlos in surprise. Immediately afterwards, Lao Niu also vigorously talked to his little friend. There were three dishes on the table all made by the little guy, namely ham and egg, fried sausage, and West Lake vinegar fish.After systematic appraisal, these three dishes are of perfect quality.

Seeing that several diners stretched their chopsticks to the three dishes, their expressions were highly praised after tasting, and his tutor was the most direct, pointing to the West Lake vinegar fish and telling Carlos that the rent of his house , Get him a dish every day.

After hearing what Professor Zhou said, Mr. Feng was the first to be dissatisfied.

"Pay the rent, the little guy comes to live in my house! You don't need to practice big characters every day, just learn to sing with me, as long as you have a dish of Northeast cuisine every two days!"

Seeing that the two old men were fighting again, Carlos changed the topic, saying that the soup was stewed in the kitchen, expelling wind and dampness, and relieving fatigue. However, there was not enough time, and it would not be too late for everyone to drink a bowl before leaving .

"Cough, but the soup is a bit special, I hope you don't mind."

At this moment, all the people present, except Mrs. Zhou who was shopping with him all the time and Lao Niu who witnessed Carlos preparing the soup, all looked disapproving.

By the time they were full, drinking, and talking until 9:[-] pm, the legendary stew was finally on the table.

Under the curious eyes of everyone, Carlos carefully took out a white stewing pot, placed it in the center of the table, and put his hand wrapped in a towel on the lid.Turning to look at his tutor, said.

"Master said that you have been suffering from rheumatism recently, and you haven't slept well for several nights. I just saw a fresh one in the market, so I wanted to recuperate it for you. Uncle Niu also said that this prescription is good, right?"

The old cow beside him nodded with a straight face.

Feeling the envious and jealous eyes coming from all directions, Professor Zhou secretly felt nervous, who made me a good apprentice, are you envious?Are you jealous?hate it?Hit me!

"Master, seeing how sincere I am, you will definitely drink it up, right?"

Hearing another sentence suddenly followed by his own students, Professor Zhou suddenly had an ominous premonition when he thought of this kid's daily trickery attributes!

As it turned out, his sixth sense of being a man was right.

When he saw the bowl of soup served in front of him, he could no longer maintain his immortal shell.

wtf!

"What, what kind of insect is here?"

The chopsticks trembled a little, Professor Zhou picked up a white and fat worm in the bowl, and at a glance, it would definitely not be confused with pig intestines, his expression was a little dull.

"Sandworm, the scientific name seems to be Grid Starworm. Whatever it's called, it's very effective, teacher, hurry up and drink it!"

The old cow on the side followed up very intimately.

"This stuff is very delicious when steamed, it improves eyesight! My daughter-in-law likes it best."

"What a good student, I'm envious! He even cooked soup for you, your son has never done it before, don't be hypocritical, drink it!"

The old people here have never seen any storms, locusts, scorpions, etc., have never eaten anything.

Except for Carlos's master.Professor Zhou really doesn't pay much attention to food. From the fact that he has eaten Mrs. Zhou's regular dishes for decades, he knows when strange meat other than red, yellow and white meat will appear on their family's table!

Under the booing of his friends, Professor Zhou was also forced to go to Liangshan. With his eyes closed, he picked up the still hot soup and poured it into his mouth.When the soup slipped into the throat, the umami taste of seafood and the pungentness of ginger and pepper echoed in the mouth continuously. The hot soup flowed through the esophagus and poured directly into the stomach wall, warming the whole person.

The originally heroic expression fused, and an unexpected smile appeared on his face.

"The taste is very good!"

This appearance of eating the marrow and knowing the taste is extremely attractive.The old cow took a deep breath of the aroma, and the time was just right. He gave Carlos a thumbs up, picked up the bowl and drank slowly.After receiving unanimous praise, Carlos had another bad-hearted attack. He handed the chopsticks to Professor Zhou with a sincere expression on his face.

"Teacher, you have to eat some soup dregs, that's the essence!"

For a moment, Professor Zhou thought to himself, is it too little for him to practice 5 big characters every day?Sure enough, you have to practice 10 sheets a day!Such a cheating teacher, is his family artificial?

Seeing the sadness on his teacher's face, Carlos couldn't help but feel regretful, how nutritious and healthy ingredients are, sure enough, in the days to come, his teacher will have to experience the charm of the foodie country!

Bugs or something, high protein, crunchy!