Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 195 200 [God of Cookery]

Macau, Fu's Mansion ---
As the home of the Fu family, the Fu family lost to the team of He Hongshen and Huo Yingdong in the 60-year casino war. Even Ye Han, the most important "ghost hand" of the Fu family, turned his back on the Fu family and became The new overlord of the gambling world was hit one after another, so Fu Laorong moved from Macau to Hong Kong with his family.

Even so, the old mansion of the Fu family in Macau is still maintained to this day.

The Fuji Mansion is located in the "Fatima Parish" among the five halls in Macau, specifically in the first generation of Areia Preta.

This area is the place where the richest people in Macau are most concentrated, and it is also the place where the ancient culture of Macau is the strongest.

In Areia Preta, you can see many old villa buildings, many Portuguese-style churches, and gardens everywhere.

As the old house of Fu's family, the building of Fu's mansion looks more ancient and more humanistic.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

The electric doorbell installed at the gate of the villa rang. After dinner, Fu Yunheng, who was drinking tea and reading a book in the study, did not look up, but said to Sister Juan who was waiting by his side: "Someone is here, go and open the door." His tone was calm, as if I knew someone would be here tonight.

Sister Juan is an old man who serves Fu Yunheng. She is about 45 years old this year. She is a "self-combing girl" born and raised in Macau. She habitually wears a Yueyue white gown, a pair of black veil trousers, and a long twist on the back. big braids.

Self-combing women are a special cultural existence in Hong Kong and Macau, especially in Hong Kong and Macau in this era, they have almost disappeared.

Those rich families used to hire some self-combing girls with high salaries as maids to take care of the daily life and food of the head of the household. In order to keep these self-combing girls, in addition to paying high salaries, they even promised to help them provide for the elderly.Therefore, after many self-combing girls become maids, they actually become one with this family, loyal and have a very high status.

Sister Juan is such a "self-combing girl". In the Fu family, even children like Fu Qingying and Fu Jiajun respect Sister Juan and dare not really treat her as a servant.

At this time, under Fu Yunheng's order, Sister Juan stepped on her cloth shoes and swayed her long black braids, and went straight to the gate of Fu's house. When she opened the door, she saw a handsome young man with a packing bag standing outside the door. Abnormal, good figure, tall and handsome.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Fu there?" Song Zhichao asked politely.

Sister Juan glanced at him: "Mr. Fu is reading a book. If the matter is not too important, I can convey it to you."

"Sorry, it's very important. I have to see him." Song Zhichao said, handing the things he was carrying to Sister Juan and said, "I haven't eaten yet, so I bought some food on the way, please move your hands." , help warm it up."

Sister Juan frowned slightly. She has been in the Fu family for so many years. She has always been aloof. As a self-made girl, she has dedicated her whole life to the Fu family. It can be said that no one dares to order her like this except Mr. Fu. What's more, it's a young man who just met.However, Song Zhichao's words were very polite, and looking at his appearance, it seemed that he really hadn't eaten yet.So Sister Juan didn't say anything, and reached out to take the bag that Song Zhichao handed over, and after looking at it, it was some special snacks from Macau, which was easy to mess with.

As soon as he stepped into the living room, Song Zhichao couldn't help admiring in his heart, wealth really has no distinction between eras and regions, there are no modern high-end facilities, the whole hall is decorated with antique flavors, furniture made of various high-quality wood, Precious porcelain, precious carpets on the floor, sandalwood burning in the corner incense burner, record players, hand cranked telephones, radios, seeing these, I thought I had come to a modern museum, almost everything can be called an "antique". , and the value of these antiques added up, the absolute value is priceless, not to mention anything else, just the painting of Li Kuchan's "Red Plum Blooming Picture" hanging on the wall is worth millions.

Just as Song Zhichao was looking at the living room, which could be called an "antique" collection room, footsteps came, and it was Fu Yunheng who got a reply from Sister Juan and came out of the study.

Fu Yunheng in the evening is different from the daytime. During the daytime, he wears a long gown, while at night he wears a silk pajamas, which makes him look more elegant.

"A Chao, it's you who came. I just met today, and you're here again so late. It seems that you have something important to tell me."

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "You guessed it right."

"Sit down, talk slowly if you have anything to say." Fu Yunheng pointed to the sofa.

Song Zhichao was also polite and sat down directly.

After a while, Sister Juan brought tea.

Song Zhichao glanced at Sister Juan, and Fu Yunheng said, "I'm not an outsider, so if you have anything to say, just say it."

So Song Zhichao told everything that happened before.While speaking, Sister Juan was standing beside her, with her eyes slightly closed, as if she was taking a nap.

After hearing what Song Zhichao said, Fu Yunheng smiled and said, "Achao, since I entrusted you with the heavy responsibility, you don't need to report this kind of thing to me, just make up your own mind."

Song Zhichao also laughed, "With your words, I feel relieved."

"Hehe, I know you're here to say these things to test me—you don't have to be suspicious of people, and you don't have to be suspicious of people. Although I'm old, I still have the courage to be good at people. You underestimate me."

"Forgive me, Mr. Fu. The matter is very important. I have to confirm it." Song Zhichao apologized.

Fu Yunheng waved his hand, "You don't need to apologize, it shows that you are prudent in doing things, and I am more assured to leave things to you."

"Thank you." After Song Zhichao finished speaking, he was about to speak when Sister Juan went into the kitchen and brought out the hot food, placed it on the coffee table, and went to fetch the bowls and chopsticks.

Fu Yunheng took a look, but there were pork chop buns, Portuguese chicken, and some desserts, and he couldn't help his appetite; he looked at the bowls and chopsticks, but there was only one pair, so he said to Sister Juan: "Give me a pair too. , I just read some books, and I’m actually a little hungry.”

Sister Juan shook her head and said, "These are too greasy, you have high blood pressure, you can't eat them."

"It's okay, it's not a problem to eat less." Fu Yunheng said to Sister Juan like a child.

Sister Juan curled her lips and went to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, but took the chopsticks to pick out a few dishes from the food, and handed them to Fu Yunheng, saying: "This is still edible, other things are not allowed."

Fu Yunheng smiled wryly, "I am so old, how long can I live, and I can't eat well, so why do you care so much about me?"

Sister Juan said slowly: "This is my job, and I have to be responsible for my job."

Fu Yunheng had nothing to say, he could only look at the other delicacies and drool.

Song Zhichao was really hungry, and while Fu Yunheng was joking with Sister Juan, he had already picked up his chopsticks and started to move.

After eating almost, Song Zhichao wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and then said to Fu Yunheng who was chewing slowly: "Mr. Fu, now the matter is clear, whether it is the Cha family or the He family occupying our Furama Hotel." The land is eye-catching. I have calculated that the lease of this land will expire in more than a month. At that time, the two companies will definitely spend a lot of money to participate in the bidding. Whether we can get the lease renewal is very important..."

Fu Yunheng put down the small blue and white porcelain bowl, put the chopsticks on top of the bowl, looked at Song Zhichao and said, "Then what do you want to do?"

Song Zhichao laughed, "Actually, I've said it - I want to make a movie!"

Fu Yunheng smiled slightly, "I support you on this, but the details—"

Before Fu Yunheng finished speaking, Song Zhichao took out something and handed it to him: "The details are all on this, this is a plan I wrote; of course, it is simpler because of time, and the name of the movie I've thought about it too, let's take a look first."

It turned out that it was a black leather notebook.

"Hehe, so you came prepared." Fu Yunheng admired Song Zhichao's efficiency.

After taking the notebook, Fu Yunheng opened it and looked carefully, but saw two words written on it --- "God of Cookery"!
(End of this chapter)