Korean Hurricane Idol

In the kitchen, the shallow oil was buzzing at the bottom of the pan, gradually emitting green smoke, and the cutting board was placed next to it, the blade was flying, and in the dense noise of thump, thud, a whole carrot was sliced ​​into pieces Break it into pieces, then pick it up, and pour it into the oil pan with a swipe.

In an instant, the sound of crackling and cracking filled his ears. An Junhyuk stirred it a few times, grabbed the handle of the pot, and shook his hand casually. With a bang, the fire head and diced radish rushed into the air. At this moment, his figure illuminated by the fire light, He is undoubtedly very handsome, at least the little nanny who helped cut the ham was dazzled, but it is not known how much he was attracted by his fancy cooking skills.

In fact, An Junhe's cooking skills are not very good, and he only specializes in some home-cooked dishes, but they are Chinese dishes.South Korea is not a country with a well-developed food culture. On the one hand, the peninsula is close to the ocean, and on the other hand, it is located in the north. Therefore, the food characteristics are deeply influenced by northern China and coastal areas. There are tricks, even the natives feel impatient after eating for a long time.

In the dream, he seldom eats Korean food since he learned a little bit of cooking, and now he has no time to cook Chinese food. Today, he has the opportunity. At first, he was a little rusty, but then he found the feeling, and he mastered the flower in the dream. Played all the tricks, amused the little nanny's eyes to worship, and satisfied the little showing off mentality, so he was in a good mood.

There are two stoves at hand, one is stewing soup, the other is stewing pork belly in oil, and the aroma is mixed with it. After a while, I heard the sound of saliva sucking at the door of the kitchen behind me. [

While cooking, looking back, Xiuying was lying on the door, sticking out half of her head, staring straight at the smoky and fragrant side, her eyes seemed to be green.

"Hey, you're a girl, don't look like this, okay?"

"What is a girl, can I eat it?" Xiuying asked without the slightest shyness.

"Okay, I can't say no to you. Since you're here, help me out, see if the pot is there, and scoop out some soup...Is this something that will always be done?"

Xiuying was shocked when she heard the words, she rolled her sleeves, "Look at people, look at me!" Sure enough, she served the soup quickly, and took it out wearing thick gloves. The carnivorous animal hurriedly shouted to the outside: "Don't steal it, the soup is stewed so fat, it doesn't look hot, but it's actually very hot."

But it was already too late, and as soon as the words finished, Xiuying's vague screams came from outside, and Yuli laughed gloatingly.

After he finished frying a few side dishes, he walked into the living room while wiping his hands. At the big dining table, Xiuying stared at him resentfully, covering her mouth with her hands.

An Junhe laughed: "Let's see if you still dare to slander!"

"Humph!"

Regardless of this depressed girl, after teasing, An Junhyuk went to his room, called Xiuyan, who was wandering around the Internet with her computer in her arms, out for dinner, and then walked towards the study.

In the 30-ping house, two bedrooms, one living room, kitchen, and bathroom occupy most of the area. The study room is only a small one. It is said to be a study room, but in fact there are no books in it, and all the musical instruments he has purchased are placed.

In fact, he doesn’t use it much at ordinary times, and Zhixiu uses it most of the time. Occasionally, when he doesn’t want to watch TV or surf the Internet, his younger sister will come to this small study room, play the piano for a while, or hold the guitar and sweep wildly, Or hit the xylophone indiscriminately, for which he covered the entire room with sound-absorbing cotton so as not to disturb the neighbors.

When I came to the study room, I gently opened the door, and a beautiful melody floated out from the inside, soft and sad, the floor of the room was slightly opened, the curtain was fluttering with the wind, in front of the piano facing it, a little girl was sitting on a stool , Seriously playing, next to Zhixiu in a wheelchair with his back to this side.

The piece is "Dream Wedding". It's not a difficult piece, and you can play it at an ordinary level of three or four. For Xiaoxian, who has learned piano since childhood, there is no obstacle, but if you want to play this piece well, you can play it well. It's not easy, it needs to be extremely accurate in the change of sound intensity, in short, it is to invest in emotion.

Xiaoxian, who is still young, obviously can't grasp that kind of emotion. Although the expression is standard, it has no appeal.

An Jun Hyuk was about to interrupt her and ask them to come out for dinner, Ji Soo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised her hand and pressed on the keys, the sudden insertion sound disrupted the rhythm, and Xiao Xian stopped in a daze.

Zhixiu frowned slightly, looked at Xiaoxian, and said in a serious tone: "You can't do this, the two songs have the same problem, rigid, follow the rules, and have no emotional input. If you continue like this, even if you learn it for a lifetime..."

Having said that, seeing Xiaoxian's Gu eyes looking at her, she paused for a while, and could no longer utter some harsh criticisms, and then sighed after a while: "Forget it, I will demonstrate it again for you to see." .”

Xiaoxian nodded, got off the stool, obediently moved it to the side, then put Zhixiu in front of the wheelchair, lifted the wheelchair up, and went to change the score again. her service. [

Outside the door, An Junhyuk stared blankly at them. Although he arranged for Xiaoxian to get in touch with his sister, he never expected that Xiaoxian seemed to have successfully penetrated into her sister's closed heart just by cooking a few dishes. ——So far, except for him, no one can make Zhixiu scruples face, and no one can make her sigh. Although these are trivial things, it means that she has begun to accept outsiders.

He held back the joy in his heart, shook hands firmly, then knocked on the door, and smiled to the girls inside who were surprised by the sudden sound: "Let's demonstrate later, the dishes are all ready, come out to eat."

"Oh!" Zhixiu responded, and then said to Xiaoxian: "Then wait a while, we'll come back after dinner."

"Ok!"

Xiaoxian followed Zhixiu out, and when passing by, An Junhyuk winked at her and gave her a thumbs up to show her praise, the little girl giggled and stuck out her tongue with a slightly embarrassed expression.

Of course, there is no need to list the specific content of the meal afterwards, but after eating, when helping to wash the dishes together, Xiuyan told him that a person surnamed Zukerburg left him a message on msn, "I didn't read the message, But then he went online and said hello to this place, so I had no choice but to reply, and he asked me to tell you that he would be online in the evening, and he wanted to say something to you."

"Oh, I see." An Junhyuk, who was washing up, replied casually without any pause.

"Your friend? Or a netizen? The language is American!"

"It's a friend...it should be!" An Junhe smiled slightly, "It's not so much a friend as a cash cow!"

Xiuyan didn't know why.

Of course she would not know that that very common Jewish name will be worshiped by several people in a few years, his slightly casual style will be on the covers of major magazines, and even his every action will waste a lot of media attention Film, the pursuit and vigilance of Internet practitioners.

mark Zuckerberg!

At this time, it was still unknown, and a computer and psychology student who had just dropped out of Harvard opened a website that was also unknown, and anyone who was weak could laugh at his arrogance.

But Ahn Jun-hyuk is different. Although he doesn't know much about computers and the Internet, in the era of his dream life, Zuckerberg's fame is no longer a barrier to the industry, even if he is as far away as he is. People in Asia, and people who have nothing to do with the Internet, also know the history of that guy's development, because it is a miracle, just like Bill Gates once.

The first time I contacted Mark was at the end of March. At that time, Mark had just started his business and febook had just been established. An Junhe logged on and got his contact information.Naturally, the initial communication was not smooth. At this time, Mark was still a shy young man addicted to computers and the Internet, while he was a layman. There was no common language between the two parties, but it was just a temporary difficulty. You don't need to know everything, you just need to grasp the sensitive points and guide and cater to them.

He is a person with a very strategic vision, but at present, no one appreciates his strategic vision. Even his initial partner only thinks of short-term benefits and scoffs at many of his ideas.An Junhe seized this opportunity and revealed his views on the future development of the Internet and the popularity of social networks to a limited extent. This obviously greatly increased Mark's favor for him. Although the two parties have not met yet We have met each other, but we have become good friends. We chat online when we have time, and occasionally call to greet each other.

Of course, An Junhe's purpose is not limited to making friends with Mark. He is essentially a businessman, and his ultimate goal is profit. In An Junhe's eyes, Mark and his ebook are cash cows that can bring a lot of benefits.

It’s just that he didn’t need to be so anxious before. On the one hand, he was still accumulating capital. On the other hand, although Mark was young at this time, he was not a kindergarten kid. No matter how you look at it, it is not normal for a person who has never met to propose investment intentions rashly.

So I have been waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity proposed by Mark. He once mentioned to Mark that he is engaged in the venture capital industry and has sufficient funds in his hands. His impressions, though never of substance, were believed to be enough for Mark to think of him when he faced a difficult situation.

Counting the time silently, it is now the end of August, the first wave of Mark's life is coming, maybe it's time!

Thinking silently, I sent Xiuyan and the girls away in the afternoon, and waited until the evening to log in to msn. Mark, who seemed to have been waiting for a while, couldn't wait to send a query: "hn, I remember you said that you have sufficient funds in your hand ,Yeah?"

Sure enough, it was done! [

As the sun set, the light outside was dim and gradually dimmed. In the bedroom where only the computer screen provided weak lighting, An Junhe smiled.