Play Nice

Chapter 411 411: Jing Zhao confessed to the leader about his birth mother (two more)
"Jing Zhao, can you tell me your relationship with the Lu family?" Shang Lingling had already guessed something.

"You want to know?"

"Ah."

She wanted to know more about Jing Zhao and wanted to share the burden for him.

This is the past that Jing Zhao never talks about: "Lu Changyou is my biological mother."

This is also one of the reasons why Ms. Lu adopted Jing Zhao in the first place. Ms. Lu is Jing Zhao's blood aunt.

"Does Lu Changyou know who you are?" Shang Lingling asked carefully.

"She doesn't know, and she doesn't want to know." Talking about Lu Changyou, Jing Zhao didn't have any emotional ups and downs. He was used to it and looked down on it. "She believed that the person who kidnapped her was my father, and she hated me too."

Before Jing Zhao was four years old, he was called Xiao Jiu, and Lu Changyou didn't even know the name of his own son.

Shang Lingling suddenly thought of Ji Panxi and Ji Liaoliao, Lu Changyou, that woman is too much.

Passersby came and went, and the business leader reached out and hugged Jing Zhao: "Brother Jing Zhao, if I don't steal the ice cream, will you be happier?"

Jing Zhao was very fond of the way the business leaders coaxed him.

"meeting."

Shang Lingling put all the three bags of glutinous rice ice cream that he had hidden back in the freezer.She decided to be more obedient, so that Jing Zhao was less worried and more happy.

Jing Zhao brought back a bag: "One a day, you can't steal it."

She smiled happily: "Okay."

on the way home.

Jing Fa drove very slowly: "Ling Ling, I want to make a documentary, I hope you can help me with the narration."

Shang Lingling took a bite of the soft glutinous rice skin, and the ice-cold ice cream inside came out, it was mango-flavored, she squinted her eyes contentedly: "What documentary?"

"The Funeral Home Record."

Jing Zhao wanted to take a photo for a long time, because there was no schedule, so it was not on the schedule. This photo incident reminded him.

Shang Lingling remembered: "Didn't you take a photo for the curator before?" She still walked through her back door.

"That's propaganda. It's too short to be sent for selection."

"Do you want to win an award?"

"Well, the public still has a strong professional bias against the funeral industry, and I want more people to know about the industry."

Many people don't even know what a corpse cosmetologist does, thinking that it is just to make up the corpse.

Shang Lingling was a little worried: "I'm an amateur, I'm afraid I'm not good enough."

After all, it is a documentary, and the requirements are more rigorous.

"It won't be a bad match. I'm not a random candidate. I've seen all your dubbing works. You are my choice after careful selection."

Jing Zhao firmly and seriously affirmed the business leader.

She became confident: "Then I'll try."

When they got home, the sun began to set, and the clouds began to dye the horizon, splashing a scoop of paint to blur the shades of red.

Zhou Ziheng was also there. He often came to the [-]th floor in the past two days to find Jinghedong to learn how to cook. He also brought a small notebook to memorize while learning.

"Today I will teach you the easiest one, stir-fried fungus with celery." Jing Hedong extracted the key point, "Most vegetarian stir-fries follow this step."

Zhou Ziheng wrote down the key points.

Jing Hedong was wearing an apron with a bear printed on it, and he opened fire: "Pour in the oil first, and when the oil is [-]-[-]% hot, if you eat garlic, sauté the garlic first, and fry the celery directly if you don't eat the garlic."

The kitchen rookie asked: "When is the [-]-[-]% fever?"

Chef Jing gave him all the money: "It's almost the same when you see bubbles in the oil."

Zhou Ziheng took notes—

[Bubbling oil is [-]-[-]% hot]

[Sixty or seventy percent of hot dishes go to the pot]

Jinghedong poured the chopped garlic into the pot and sauteed until fragrant, then poured in the celery, and fry evenly.

"After frying the celery a little softly, put the fungus in and fry it together." Jing Hedong emphasized, "The point is, when two kinds of vegetables are mixed together, fry the ones that are not easy to cook first."

Zhou Ziheng wrote hurriedly: "How soft is it to be slightly fried?"

How can this be described?
Jing Hedong racked his brains: "It's hard with soft, soft with hard."

Zhou Ziheng's expression was confused and he didn't understand. He quickly wrote down the original words, intending to go back to comprehend.

Jing Zhao was at the door of the kitchen: "I want to make a documentary, you help me."

Zhou Ziheng looked at the pot intently: "Look for Chen Yedu."

Chen Yedu has less and less time to come out these two days.

"He agreed, and now I'm asking you."

Jinghedong has already started to grow fungus.

Zhou Ziheng didn't have time to rationalize Jingzhao: "I'm not a director."

"I've seen the short film you shot for Qin Xiang, and the quality is good."

Professionally shot.

Jing Zhao asked Chen Yedu, the two personalities have basically merged in terms of skills, and Zhou Ziheng is fully capable of shooting alone.

Jinghedong began to put salt.

This is the top priority. Zhou Ziheng asked, "How much salt do you put?"

"For a dish, a spoon like ours is enough, but different dishes have different tastes, and the amount of salt will come naturally after you get used to it. At the beginning, you should follow a small amount and a large amount. The principle of time is to put it less and less, and then add it later.”

Zhou Ziheng buried his head in taking notes.

Jing Zhao knocked on the refrigerator door: "Are you taking pictures?"

Zhou Ziheng decisively refused: "No."

Jing Zhao asked casually, "Dad, have you collected the tuition for teaching cooking?"

Still charge tuition?

Jing Hedong understood: "I haven't confiscated it yet."

Jing Zhao's tone of voice threatened people lazily: "Just treat it as tuition, take it or not?"

Shameless!
Zhou Ziheng turned his head and glared at Jing Zhao: "I'll shoot, okay, go out quickly, don't get in my way."

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(End of this chapter)