studiobondurri Chapter 27 Movie Emperor Dad: Brother Lin, can you teach me how to make braised pork?
Chapter 27 Movie Emperor Dad: Brother Lin, can you teach me how to make braised pork?
Chen Kai, who is usually arrogant, cool and awesome on stage, now stands in front of the earthen stove with an empty bowl in his hand, looking as awkward as a primary school student caught skipping class.
His face, etched with the marks of time and stories, was now plastered with an awkward yet polite smile, and he was clutching a guitar pick that looked quite old.
"Um... Brother Lin, I won't eat your food for nothing."
Chen Kai handed the pick towards Lin Zhou, his tone tinged with a hint of regret, but mostly with a longing for braised pork:
"This is the pick I used for my first concert tour. It's been with me for over ten years; it's like my lucky charm. Today... I'm reluctantly giving it up in exchange for a bowl of meat, okay?"
The viewers in the live stream were stunned.
"Holy crap! Kai, are you serious? That's a rare, one-of-a-kind pick! People on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace) are offering 100,000 yuan for it and still can't find it!"
"A piece of braised pork belly for 100,000 yuan worth of scallion pancakes? Is this meat made of gold?"
"Rock and roll will never die, it's just hungry... Kai's idol image has been completely shattered."
Lin Zhou looked at the badly worn pick and then at Chen Kai's drooling expression, and couldn't help but laugh.
He reached out, but instead of taking the priceless pick, he gently pushed Chen Kai's hand back.
"Brother Chen, you're being too polite."
As Lin Zhou spoke, he took the large porcelain bowl from Chen Kai's hand and steadily dipped the large spoon into the pot to demonstrate what it means to "not have shaky hands".
"We're neighbors now, and even distant relatives aren't as good as close neighbors. It's just a bowl of meat; talking about money is too hurtful. Talking about picks would hurt our feelings even more."
As soon as he finished speaking, a large spoonful of bright red and tempting braised pork was slammed into Chen Kai's bowl with a "whoosh".
Not only that, Lin Zhou also scooped an extra spoonful of rich broth and poured it over the top.
"Is that enough? There's more in the pot."
Chen Kai held the heavy bowl, looking at the mountain of meat inside, and his eyes welled up with tears.
This isn't meat! This is clearly brotherhood and loyalty!
"Enough! Enough! That's enough!"
Chen Kai disregarded his image and directly picked up a piece of still-steaming pork belly with his hand, tilted his head back, and threw it into his mouth.
The meat chunk entered my mouth, and my teeth gently closed.
The tender, flavorful pork fat melted instantly, releasing a rich, savory aroma mixed with the sweetness of the oil, creating a sensation in the mouth that ignited every taste bud. The lean meat absorbed the broth, every fiber bursting with deliciousness, becoming more fragrant with each chew, making it impossible to stop eating.
"Ugh—!"
Chen Kai's eyes widened suddenly, and he let out a muffled gasp of surprise.
Ignoring the heat, he swallowed the meat in a few bites, even licking the broth off his fingers with lingering satisfaction, staring at Lin Zhou in astonishment:
"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! Brother Lin, your cooking skills... I, Chen Kai, have traveled all over the country for many years and eaten my fair share of delicacies, but compared to this bowl of meat, it's nothing!"
"This is fucking delicious! This is the taste of rock and roll! This is the resonance of souls!"
Seeing Chen Kai's blissful expression, Olympic champion Wang Lei, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't hold back any longer.
He swallowed hard, abandoning all pretense of champion's composure, and pulled his son Wang Dali closer, a simple, honest smile on his face.
"Hey... Brother Lin, Dali's still growing, just drinking protein powder won't be enough. How about... you spare some for me? I have two cases of the best sports drinks, I'll bring them over to you later!"
"No problem! Everyone who sees it gets a share!"
Lin Zhou accepted all the food offered, and also served Wang Lei and his son a large bowlful.
For a moment, the dilapidated courtyard was filled with the sounds of cheerful chewing and exclamations of praise.
Several bigwigs who wield considerable influence in their respective fields now resembled refugees who had never seen the world before, huddled around a clay stove, eating with their mouths greasy and completely disregarding their image.
Lin Zhou, on the other hand, was like the core of this temporary little group. He greeted everyone with a smile and would occasionally hand out a tissue, acting like the leader of the group.
In stark contrast is the courtyard of Room 1, just a few dozen meters away.
Lu Ming sat alone in the European-style gazebo, with a plate of exquisite but desolate vegetable salad in front of him, and a "tomahawk steak" that had completely cooled down and was as hard as a rock.
He was swirling a glass of red wine in his hand, trying to maintain his elegant aristocratic persona, but hearing the cheerful laughter coming from next door and smelling the domineering aroma of meat wafting in the wind, he felt that the red wine in his hand was more sour than vinegar.
Especially when he saw his little nephew Lu Zixuan, who was currently snuggling in Lin Zhou's arms and having Lin Zhou wipe his mouth, he was even more affectionate than he was to his own uncle.
"Traitors! A bunch of tasteless bumpkins!"
Lu Ming angrily forked a piece of lettuce leaf and chewed it hard, as if he were chewing Lin Zhou's flesh. As a result, he almost bit his tongue because he chewed it too hard.
The live stream camera thoughtfully gave Lu Ming a close-up, and the chat instantly turned into a sea of laughter:
"Hahaha! I wonder how big Lu Ming's psychological trauma is right now!"
"Is this the inequality of the world? On one side, people are drinking and feasting on meat, while on the other, a lonely person is eating vegetable leaves."
"Lin Zhou's social skills are unmatched; he won over half of the entertainment and sports circles with just one meal."
"I used to think Lin Zhou was a gigolo, but now it seems he earns his living through his own abilities. His cooking skills are amazing! I'd love to freeload off him too!"
Lunch was drawing to a close.
Chen Kai dipped the last bit of soup in the bowl into his steamed bun and ate it, then let out a satisfied burp and patted his round belly.
He looked at Lin Zhou, who was cleaning up the stove, his eyes filled with admiration. Suddenly, he leaned closer, lowered his voice, and said earnestly:
"Brother Lin, I have a favor to ask."
Lin Zhou stacked the washed dishes together, turned around and smiled, "Brother Chen, you tell me, we're like brothers."
Chen Kai rubbed his hands together and chuckled somewhat sheepishly:
"Um... could you teach me how to make this braised pork? My wife hasn't had much of an appetite lately, and I was thinking of learning how to make it so I can show off to her. Don't worry, I won't learn for nothing. If you ever need anything in the industry, just mention my name, Chen Kai!"
A rock legend actually wants to become an apprentice?
If this gets out, it'll probably cause a huge uproar on the headlines.
Lin Zhou didn't put on airs and readily nodded: "Hey, it's no big deal. Okay, after the show is over, I'll write down the recipe for you, and I'll teach you everything you need to know."
"So generous! So truly generous!"
Chen Kai was so excited that he slapped his thigh, almost ready to become sworn brothers with Lin Zhou by cutting off a chicken's head and burning yellow paper.
Just as everyone was enjoying themselves and preparing to go back to their houses for a nap, the loudspeaker at the village entrance suddenly blared again.
That was director Yan Min's voice, carrying a chilling excitement:
"Dear parents and children, did you enjoy lunch?"
"Now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time to get down to business. Please head immediately to the village's threshing ground; we'll be conducting the first in-depth interview segment of this variety show—"
"The Secrets of Family Status Revealed!"
Lin Zhou paused in wiping his hands and turned to look at Su Qingge, who was braiding Nuonuo's hair.
Su Qingge also looked up at that moment, and their eyes met in the air.
Lin Zhou raised an eyebrow, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Family status? Does that even need to be revealed?"
Su Qingge rolled her eyes at him, picked up Nuonuo, stood up, and strode out. As she passed Lin Zhou, she casually tossed out a sentence:
"You know that much. If you dare to say anything out of line later... you'll be sleeping in a pigsty tonight."