The Rise of the Transmigrated Movie Emperor

Today's weather is very good, the sun is shining outside, and the sun is warm on the body. Because it is the Chinese New Year, there are lights and festoons everywhere.

Maybe it's because of a different state of mind. He didn't feel anything when he saw such a scene full of New Year's flavor in his previous life. It seemed that New Year's Eve had nothing to do with him, but now he felt very festive and felt the taste of New Year's Eve.

There are people coming and going in the shopping mall, and I don't feel noisy anymore, I just feel that it is very lively, and even shopping for vegetables is very interesting.

Zheng Wanyan was still surprised, "Xiao Heng, you actually know how to serve dishes? When did you learn it?"

Oh yo, people who have never been in the kitchen actually know how to serve dishes?

Zheng Wanyan felt a little unbelievable, you know, Ming Heng couldn't even recognize all the dishes in the past.

"Hey, I learned it when I was filming in Beixia." Ming Heng said nonsense.

He thought to himself: I can not only serve dishes, but also cook them.

Cough cough, although the cooking skills are not very good, it is still no problem to fry two simple home-cooked dishes.

"You still have time to learn this when you are filming in Beixia, don't the crew usually eat lunch?" Zheng Wanyan didn't doubt Ming Heng's words, she was just a little curious.

"Well, the film crew eats box lunches, but I have a friend who opened a restaurant over there, and I learned from him." Ming Heng said seriously, his face was not red and his heart was not beating when he was fooling around.

Zheng Wanyan didn't think too much, she was quite happy, "Then have you learned how to cook?"

"Well, I learned a little bit." Ming Heng continued to babble.

"Really, why don't you show me your hand at noon?"

"Hey, okay."

Zheng Wanyan was so happy, "Oh, I didn't expect my son to be able to cook. My God, even your brother can't cook."

Ming Heng rubbed his nose, "My brother hasn't met the person who made him willing to learn how to cook."

"Hey, according to what you said, you met the person who made you willing to learn how to cook?"

Mingheng: "..."

"No, I have nothing to learn when I'm idle." Ming Heng twitched the corner of his mouth, took a Hericium erinaceus casually, and changed the subject, "Mom, this fried pork slices with Hericium erinaceus is delicious, I can make it, and I'll make it at noon vegetable."

"That's good, I can't wait. Let's go, let's buy vegetables and go back." Zheng Wanyan didn't hold on to that topic, she wanted to see Ming Heng cook now, ouch, it's too bad Can you believe it? My youngest son, who has never been in the kitchen since he was a child, has never been in the kitchen, and can't even recognize the dishes, actually knows how to cook!

However, Zheng Wanyan said that she wanted to buy some good food and go home quickly, but the mother and son still went shopping for more than an hour. They bought a lot of things, and the trunk of the car was full.

On the way back, Mingheng asked curiously: "Mom, why did you still buy milk powder?"

Zheng Wanyan looked ahead and slowed down, "I have to go to your aunt's house the day after tomorrow. Your aunt's mother-in-law just had an operation a few years ago and was discharged from the hospital the day before yesterday. I haven't gone to see it yet."

Ming Heng didn't have much impression of that cheap aunt. In the original owner's memory, the aunt's family was miserable, and this person was never mentioned in the book.

He hasn't seen any other relatives yet, "Oh, then should I go?"

"It stands to reason that you should go, but if you don't want to go, don't go."

"Then I'll go with you."

"Okay, our Xiaoheng has really grown up. Mom feels that you are a lot more sensible." Zheng Wanyan turned her head and glanced at him, feeling deeply in her heart, her youngest son has really grown up, she They all felt a sense of security from their youngest son.

It was past ten o'clock when the mother and son got home, and the car drove directly to the door of the living room. Zheng Wanyan honked the horn twice, and shouted into the living room: "Xiao Xiao, come out and help get the things."

Ming Xiao came out and saw that the entire trunk was full of things, "Mom, why did you buy so many things?"

"What's the matter, it's all for food, and today's dishes, take them in quickly. By the way, Xiao Heng said that after learning how to cook, we will leave our lunch to Xiao Heng today."

Ming Xiao raised his eyebrows and looked at Ming Heng, "When did you learn how to cook?"

"Eh... I learned it when I was filming in Beixia." Facing Ming Xiao's gaze, Ming Heng felt guilty.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, turned his face away, and walked inside with his things.

Ming Xiao didn't think much about it, he just suspected that Ming Heng learned to cook for Shen Mohan.

Mingheng took all the dishes to the kitchen, and put them into the refrigerator one by one, keeping only the dishes to be made at noon today.

Today is New Year's Eve, I don't plan to cook too many dishes at noon, and I have to make dumplings in the afternoon, so for lunch, Mingheng plans to fry two random dishes for one meal, and he won't be able to eat much anyway.

In the living room, Zheng Wanyan drank her saliva and told her husband about Mingheng's ability to cook. At the end, she looked proud, "It's still my youngest son who is very good. He learned how to cook without making a sound. It's not like you Two, just know how to eat."

At the end of the day, Ming Xiao and Ming Li became father and son.

Ming Licheng: "..."

Ming Xiao: "..."

At this moment, Ming Heng just came out of the kitchen, and Zheng Wanyan hurriedly waved to him, "Come on, Xiao Heng, have a cup of tea and take a break, it's time to cook in a while."

Ming Heng sat down next to Ming Xiao, and Zheng Wanyan poured him a cup of tea, "Have you put all the dishes in the refrigerator?"

"Well, I saved the dishes for lunch."

"That's right, what are you going to cook for us at noon?"

Seeing that the three of them were all looking at him, Ming Heng blinked his eyes, deliberately showing off, "You will know in a while."

"You don't need my help?" Zheng Wanyan was a little worried instead, Xiaoheng won't blow up the kitchen, right?

Mingheng saw what she was thinking, and said with a smile: "No need, don't worry, Mom, I can handle it."

"Okay, then we'll sit and wait for dinner."

So just after eleven o'clock, Ming Heng went to work in the kitchen.

For lunch, he plans to make three dishes and one soup. He can only cook simple home-cooked dishes. At noon, he plans to make a dish of fried pork slices with Hericium erinaceus, hot and sour potato shreds, and a green vegetable. The soup is simple seaweed egg drop soup.

However, he hasn't cooked for a long time, and the vegetables are a bit raw, the meat slices are a bit thick, and the shredded potatoes are also a bit thick, but fortunately, everything is in order, and there is no mess.

An hour later, all three dishes and one soup were ready.

After bringing the dishes to the dining room and putting them on the table, Ming Heng washed his hands and went to the living room to invite his family to eat.

"Dad, Mom, brother, it's time to eat."

"It's ready, let's go and eat." Zheng Wanyan had long wanted to go to the kitchen to see what was going on, but when she saw Ming Heng came out and said that it was time to eat, she immediately stood up.

When the family came to the dining room, they saw three steaming dishes and one soup on the dining table, and the air was filled with the aroma of vegetables.

"This, this is really made by you?" Zheng Wanyan was so pleasantly surprised, oh my god, it smells so good and looks very good, is this dish really made by your youngest son?