Gourmet and actor

Chapter 38

Hearing Xiao Ke said that he was going out too, Han Xilin said, "Then only Uncle Wen will be left to look after the house."

Xiao Ke thought for a while and said: "In this case, let Lao Ding come over early every day, and I will leave a few recipes for him to practice, and talk to Uncle Wen by the way. Since he has practiced his craft by then, Uncle Wen will not be alone."

"That's right, that's the arrangement."

While talking, Xiao Ke went into the kitchen to look for something to drink. He opened the refrigerator and saw that his aunt was still preparing a cabinet full of ingredients as usual, so he said, "Do you want to clear the refrigerator? I'll make whatever you want."

Han Xilin only drank coffee for dinner.But thinking of Xiao Ke going into the mountains tomorrow, he was afraid that he would be tired, so he said: "Just make some supper, save these things for the chef to practice."

"also."

Xiao Ke drank half a glass of milk, took out ingredients such as tofu and surimi, and prepared to start work.Han Xilin thought that he would not see him for at least two days, so he didn't want to work, so he simply stayed in the kitchen in the name of helping.

But Xiao saw that he had scraped the ginger and peeled the ginger in half, and the pine nuts were all broken after peeling, so he gave him a bowl in disgust and asked him to beat eggs.

Han Xilin held the chopsticks and stirred the egg liquid in the bowl awkwardly, trying to prove that he was really capable.After thinking for a long time, he finally said, "Xiao Ke, have you checked Weibo? Your number of fans has increased again."

He thought that the conversation should go to "I didn't notice that you care about me so much", but Xiao Ke didn't expect Xiao Ke to cut out a longan-sized round hole on the tofu and said, "I I never look at the number of fans, and I can't even count a long string of Arabic numerals, which makes my eyes dizzy."

This is the shadow left by his early learning.Han Xilin joked: "If you hate numbers so much, it seems that your math performance must be bad."

"Don't make random guesses. When I was young, I learned nine chapters of arithmetic very well."

"Then I'll test you?"

Xiao Ke put down the tool in his hand, turned around and hooked his index finger contemptuously at him, "Come on."

This is a gesture he learned from foreign envoys in his previous life, and it has a provocative flavor.But I didn't expect that thousands of years later, it has become a tease.

Seeing his deliberately raised chin and narrowed eyes in order to appear arrogant, Han Xilin's originally clear eyes suddenly became dark and confused.

He kept telling himself that this was a joke and don't think too much about it, but he still walked towards Xiao Ke involuntarily.

However, Xiao Ke was still urging, "You should hurry up."

Han Xilin didn't speak, as if possessed, he stretched out his hand slowly and firmly towards his cheek.

Although he had a hunch that the result of such laissez-faire would be bad, he didn't want to stop.At this moment, he just wanted to hold this simple and gentle young man in his arms, and caress him, regardless of the consequences.

Xiao Ke finally noticed his strangeness, his eyes were full of doubts, but he didn't dodge.

Seeing that his hand was about to caress his face, at this moment, a brisk electronic sound suddenly came from Xiao Kebao.

The sudden ringing startled both of them.

Xiao Ke grabbed Han Xilin's hand as if waking up from a dream, stuttered for some reason, like a timid hedgehog who was frightened and stretched out a needle, "You, what are you doing?"

"I..." Seeing his dazed and unconscious eyes, Han Xilin sighed slightly in his heart.With a backhand grip, with a gentle but strong force that cannot be refused, he took his hand to caress the corner of his lips, "Milk mustache."

"Ah?" Xiao Ke was taken aback, "I've already wiped it off."

"I didn't wipe it clean just now, but it's fine now." Han Xilin made some nonsense, and then asked, "Aren't you going to answer the phone?"

The strange but uncapturable subtle atmosphere just now disappeared completely. Xiao Ke couldn't tell whether he was lost or relaxed, so he withdrew his hand and took out the phone that had been ringing for a long time.

It seems that Director Xu is calling, but after picking up the call, Yin Jueyi's voice came from the other end.

He sounded much better, he was no longer so weak, and even his tone of voice seemed to be a little more tactful, "Hello, Xiao Ke."

"Hello, are you feeling better?"

"Thank you, it's all right now." After a few words of politeness, Yin Jueyi began to ask about the movie again, "Xiao Ke, what do you think about what I said during the day?"

"I……"

Hearing Xiao Ke's hesitation, Yin Jueyi was silent for a while, and said: "Look, it's better than this, I will follow you to the cottage to sort out the script. Once it is finished, I will bring it to you right away. You should at least read it before making a decision, okay ?"

It has really become where to go.Xiao Ke said helplessly, "Does Director Xu agree?"

"Of course. By the way, will you cook when you arrive at the cottage? The sugar water is too bad to drink, and the hospital's food is also bad, which affects my inspiration too much. Xiao Ke, can you help me?" Although the words were blunt, but In terms of Yin Jueyi's character, it is already very rare.

Xiao Ke has long planned to taste the special delicacies in the village, and learn new recipes by the way.Feeling that it doesn't matter to bring one more person, he agreed: "Yes."

"Thank you! See you tomorrow then."

Han Xilin at the side heard the general idea, and seeing Xiao Ke's helpless face, he asked, "Is someone pestering you?"

Xiao Ke didn't notice the subtlety in his tone, "It's okay. Someone wants to invite me to make a film, but I'm still hesitating."

It turned out to be the case.Han Xilin knew that many people had invited him recently.After hearing the reason, he relaxed his vigilance and ignored it.

The two continued to cook.Xiao Ke took the egg liquid handed over by Han Xilin, poured it into three small bowls, added melon seeds, pine nuts and bad oil, mixed well, and finally steamed it in a wok.

Then, he peeled out a bowl of sweet shrimp the size of a thumb, added seasonings and slightly marinated.Finally, take the tofu that has been hollowed out and cut into dumpling sizes, and embed the shrimp and green bamboo shoots in turn without filling it, leaving a thin layer of gaps. went back.

After preparing the materials, Xiao Ke turned on the fire and poured oil.Stir the seasoning to bring out the flavor, put a plate full of tofu dumplings into the pot one by one, and fry them slowly on a low heat.When the sweet smell wafted away and both sides turned a pleasing light yellow color, he poured in the pre-prepared gravy.After a series of small bubbles burst out of the viscous sauce, turn up the heat slightly, cover the lid and simmer.

While Xiao Ke was busy, Han Xilin was passing things by.He has little experience, and he only does things like using baking soda as salt, which is more of a mess than helping, but he still refuses to stop.

Little did Xiao Ke know that he was reluctant to part, he simply ignored it when he just thought he was interested in experiencing the feeling of the kitchen.It wasn't until the dishes were all in the pot that I found some free time before I wiped my hands and said, "You're a little weird today."

Han Xilin didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile.After a while, he said: "Xiao Ke, I have something to tell you when I come back from sweeping the grave."

"What can't you say now?"

"Yes, I just can't say it now." Director Han Da likes to follow the plan, since it is decided to be after the festival, it must be on that day.

Xiao Ke found him more and more weird.He still wanted to ask, but Father Han ran in smelling the fragrance and asked what is the supper for tonight.

Once interrupted by him, Xiao Ke also forgot to ask.

Han Xilin watched them talking quietly, and suddenly thought that in the future, his father would know what he was thinking and would not know how to object, so he couldn't help frowning, but he immediately felt relieved.

——As long as Xiao Ke is threatened with a strike, the father will definitely surrender within three days.

For the first time, director Han Da was deeply relieved by his father's greedy mouth.

The next morning, Xiao Ke and the yawning Yin Jueyi next door got into the car sent by the crew. Not long after they left, the Han family father and son also packed lightly and went to the airport to take a direct flight to City B.

Although Han Xilin has been using emails and videos to handle official business these days, there is still a backlog of some documents.After the plane landed, he didn't go home, but went directly to the group headquarters to handle business.

He was busy until the evening, when he took out Xiao Ke's specially prepared dinner and asked his assistant to heat it up, Han Xilin took the opportunity to personally order flowers and fruits for tomorrow.Although someone can help him to do it properly and thoughtfully with just one order, he has always been used to doing things by himself when it comes to his relatives.

After ordering things, Han Xilin left another message for Deng Zairong, asking him to come out for tea tomorrow night, talk about new projects, and ask him how to increase his favorability for film and television dramas by the way.

Han Xilin worked overtime until all night, washed his face in the special lounge the next morning, and went directly to the cemetery to meet his father.

When the grandparents of the Han family passed away, it was popular to bury them in the ground.When his wife passed away in a car accident, Father Han spent a lot of money to buy another cemetery next to his parents, let his wife's ashes be buried in the ground, and reserved a place for himself on the tombstone, and planned to be buried with his first wife a hundred years later.

Father Han and his wife were childhood sweethearts, they met in that special age, they were friends in need, and they had a deep relationship.After the accidental death of his wife, he has been living alone and never had any other thoughts.

In addition to sweeping the tomb during the Qingming Festival, Father Han would come to the cemetery to sit for a while during festivals and talk with her. This habit has not changed for decades.When Han Xilin came to find him that day, he had been sitting in front of the tombstone for a long time, and the stone bricks that were shady and cool due to the rain were covered with heat by him.

Seeing his son approaching, Father Han wiped the corners of his eyes, stood up and said, "I've finished talking to your mother, it's your turn."

Han Xilin nodded slightly.After the old man left, he moved the newly placed fruits and flowers in front of the two tombstones, and put the ones he brought with him.

There is no habit of kowtowing in their family.After bowing to the cemetery of his grandfather and grandmother, Han Xilin walked to his mother's tomb, took out a specially prepared handkerchief and wiped the glass-covered photos on the stele.After hesitating for a moment, he said in a low voice: "Mom, I have someone in mind. If it goes well, maybe I can bring him to see you next year. He is a man, I don't know if you will like him, but I am very... I am very... ..."

The old man's way of doing things influenced him and made him used to talking about the major events that happened in the past year and the new changes in himself when he visited his mother every year.

But even though he knew that his mother wouldn't really hear it, even though he had no doubts in his heart, it was the first time that Han Xilin admitted that he liked Xiao Ke, Han Xilin still felt slightly embarrassed and couldn't say it for a while.

After a moment of silence, he took out a small crisper and put it next to the fruit, "He is very skilled. This is the tofu dumpling he made before I came here. It is fragrant and smooth. It is the taste you like. It is ice." It's not fresh for two days, next time I'll ask him to make something more delicious. This time, you... don't hold it against."

"If we can be together in the future, I want two children, one for him and one for me. I want to adopt one from my uncle's cousin, and it depends on his plan. If he wants his own I will help him find a surrogate for his biological child. If he thinks the same as me, then adoptive adoption..."

Han Xilin stayed for a long time today.Father Han was chatting with the mausoleum guard at the door, and waited almost an hour before he saw him come out.

Seeing that he was late, Father Han couldn't help but joked: "Son, did you have someone in mind? The older young man choked up all the words and poured out all the words to your mother?"

Father Han thought his son would stare at him as usual.Unexpectedly, Han Xilin obviously paused today before continuing to walk towards the car.

Seeing this, Father Han regained his spirits immediately, and kept asking: "Is it really true? Which family's daughter is it? From the old Zhao family, from the old Wang family? No, you haven't been in city b recently, so you met over there." Yes. Just tell me who it is.”

"……boarding."

"Don't be shy."

"To shut up!"

"Yeah, it's really embarrassing."

Father Han didn't know that his unintentional words hit his son's heart.He didn't get a response, so he muttered uninterestedly, and changed the subject, "When I came here today, I found that someone had already presented flowers to your mother, but I threw them away. The delivery address is still tied on the flower belt, I'm afraid I can't seem to see it."

"Was it sent over there again? It's already the fourth year."

"Well. Four years ago was the time when real estate was the best and our family group was the most prosperous." Father Han said, "Son, this family is not authentic. Your mother didn't recognize them when she was alive, and we can't talk to him."

On this matter, the Han family father and son agreed.Han Xilin said: "Of course, we can't go against Mom's will."

Father Han nodded, and before the car was fully started, he threw the dirty handkerchief brought back by Han Xilin into the trash can outside, as if throwing away the unhappiness along with him, and then showed his usual smiling face, " I haven't eaten Xiao Ke's food for four meals in two days, I'm really feeling down. I'm going back to City K in the afternoon, how about you?"

"I haven't finished my affairs yet, and I have another appointment with Deng Zairong, so I should go back in the early morning."

"Take care of your health, don't stay up too late." Father Han warned, and then scolded: "The boss of the Deng family is not married, and he doesn't have a girlfriend. You two always get together. No wonder even this bad habit Same thing."

Han Xilin knew that if he let his father continue talking, he would bring back the previous topic, so he said, "We are all busy, and you are the only one free."

Father Han, who was caught with a sore foot, gave a few guilty laughs and stopped talking.

Deng Zairong is indeed busy.As the domestic movie box office revenue keeps rising, his family's business center is gradually shifting to this side.In two or three months, it will be the hot summer vacation. Whether this year's profit report is good or not depends on these two months.

Several films invested by the Deng family are waiting to be released at that time.Recently, Deng Zairong stared at various dispatches and stayed up all night. He didn't come home until almost noon. His head was stuffy but he didn't feel much sleepiness. He sat on the sofa on the first floor for a while, and went back to his room to take a shower.

As soon as Deng Zairong entered the bedroom, he found a small bump on the bed that was supposed to be empty, and someone wrapped in a quilt was beating the snoring earth-shatteringly.At first he thought that the little boy who had just broken up had found him again, opened the curtains and took a closer look, this guy was Deng Yibo.

"Get up." After staying up all night, Deng Zairong had a very bad temper, kicked his brother with the quilt onto the carpet, picked up the bathrobe and went to the bathroom.

When he came out after wiping his hair, Deng Yibo had already woken up, rolling on the ground in a daze, rubbing his eyes, "Brother, you kicked me again..."

"Who told you to sleep indiscriminately." Deng Zairong opened his personal phone and found Han Xilin's message, so he listened first.

Hearing Han Xilin's voice, Deng Yibo woke up completely, and hurriedly said: "Brother, I have something to tell you. Find someone to settle down quickly, and stop wandering around."

He squatted in his brother's room for a few days, finally caught someone, just for this sentence.Who would have thought that Deng Zairong would immediately burst out laughing shamelessly after hearing this.

Deng Yibo was so embarrassed by his brother's smile, he finally vented his confidence and said, "What are you laughing at... Finding someone who is sincere is much better than collecting stamps."

"Then why didn't you look for it? Your words are as ridiculous as a butcher urging people to be vegetarians, you know." Deng Zairong said, "Or have you finally come to your senses? If it wasn't for my mother's reluctance these years, I would have punished you long ago."

"Brother, you can't have such a double standard." Deng Yibo didn't expect that the fire would burn himself, and he yelled: "Although I was the one who didn't worry about it before, it's pretty cool after you go home. Mommy You regret it when you tell me about it, saying that you failed to study outside, and I would have let you go home earlier if I knew about it."

Hearing this, Deng Zairong's hands that were wiping his hair with a towel around them stopped suddenly, and his expression changed.

Deng Yibo didn't notice the old brother's strangeness, and he was still rambling, "But, it's too late to say anything. Anyway, you've played it before, so just take it easy and find a good person to settle down. Mom didn’t dare to tell you, she always dragged me to complain behind my back, saying that you were careless in making friends and that you had changed too much.”

After listening silently for a while, Deng Zairong threw the towel on his younger brother's face impatiently, "If I don't like it, whoever has the ability to spoil me. Get out, I'm going to rest."

"You—hmph!" Due to his brother's prestige, Deng Yibo didn't dare to say anything more, wiped his wet face, and walked away grinning.

After the people were chased away, Deng Zairong still couldn't sleep.With his fingers stuck in his slightly curly short hair, he tossed and turned on the bed for a while, he couldn't help but get out of bed and took out his wallet, and took out the photos in the interlayer to look at them.

The two people in the photo are still young, but the vicissitudes of life are already in the eyes of those who look at the photo.It is like a specimen left by the years, capturing the appearance of the years, but cannot retain the fading emotions.

"It's my own pleasure, not because of your change." Deng Zairong clicked on the person in the photo, slipped it under the pillow, adjusted the curtains to a deep sleep mode, and buried his whole head in the quilt.

Appearing at the appointed tea house in the evening, Deng Zairong swept away the short-term decadence, and returned to the radiant and vigorous Saobao appearance.

I chatted with Han Xilin about the market for a while, and heard him ask about TV and movies in a roundabout way. He wanted to invest, but also asked about the operation mode of ticket swiping.

Deng Zairong thought about it for a while, and just wanted to laugh at his duplicity, but he refused to admit that he was having an affair with the starlet.Suddenly reacting, he was surprised and said: "Han Xilin, you actually asked about these things yourself, so you are serious about him, aren't you?"