After modification, enter the love game

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The movie opens in a very old-fashioned house with wooden tables and chairs, old walls, some cracked cabinets, a low tea table, and an old TV in the front that is so big that it requires two or three men to carry it in.

"Uh love you!"

"Oh fuck, I really fucking love you!!"

Liu Bujun finished reading this passage in front of the mirror with deep emotion in his hometown accent, as heroic as Zhang Fei who shouted "Me too".

Jiang Mu spat out the popcorn and Coke in his mouth.

Opening lightning strike.

The Liu Bujun on the screen looked a little younger than the elegant and easy-going old man in Jiang Mu's impression, probably about ten years younger, with less white hair and fewer wrinkles.

The spirit is very similar.

Especially when shouting the word "fuck".

That spirit.

They're fucking identical.

However, in Jiang Mu's impression, Liu Bujun always wore that very dirt-resistant chef's uniform and a very tall chef's hat.

According to Chef Liu, who is willing to reveal his real name but still has no name, his father's spirit is just like this tall chef's hat. As long as the hat is on his head, he can always curse his mother with high spirits, and when he goes to the teahouse to drink tea, he always orders three more cups than others.

Liu Bujun finished reading the opening words on the paper, smacked his lips, and seemed to think that it was not quite right, so he shouted: "Fatty! Fatty!"

A slightly fat man trotted out with half a scallion in his hand.

This person is of course the Chef Liu in Jiang Mu's impression.

He now has a name, Fatty Liu.

"I'm here, I'm here." Liu Panger said, "Dad, what's the matter?"

"Have you finished hanging up the pot of soup?"

"All right."

"How do you feel about that?"

Fatty Liu raised his eyebrows confidently: "I think I'm a fucking great chef!"

Liu Bujun glared, "Okay, you call yourself a chef? Look at you. You mix the dough like I'm mixing mud with urine, and you chop the knife like a man with epilepsy. Especially your knife skills. You took the bones out of a whole chicken, and the bones were shattered like a truck hit it. What kind of shitty knife skills are you?"

After a slight pause, he added: "Also, kid, don't fucking swear!"

"..."

I recognize all the previous ones.

But Dad, do you think what you said at the end makes sense?

Also, I'm over 30.

Fatty Liu felt miserable, but he didn't dare to say it.

He felt as aggrieved as a chef weighing almost 200 pounds.

"Okay, I'll go to the kitchen and taste it later and I'll know. Come and help me take a look at this."

Liu Bujun coughed lightly, motioned for Liu Pang'er to sit down, and then handed him a piece of paper.

"What do you think of this poem I wrote?"

Fatty Liu: “…”

Why don’t you test my knife skills, Dad?

Anyway, the test on your knife skills involves killing animals, and the test on your poetry writing involves killing people.

The nature is similar.

Liu Bujun fled to the capital. Two of his brothers were either missing or dead. He could be said to have no relatives or father. He wandered around in the past few years and only settled down when he was twenty-four or twenty-five. Because of his family background and superb skills, he became the chef of a state-owned restaurant.

At that time, cultural literacy was not well-developed in various places, so Liu Bujun was of course illiterate and even wrote his own name crookedly. Fortunately, when Liu Pang'er was born, the family was stable and gave Liu Pang'er the opportunity to go to school.

I can't say he is very talented in writing, but at least he has no problem reading books, newspapers and memorizing recipes.

So Fatty Liu certainly knew how shocking this "poem" written by his father was.

Almost all children have a thought when they are young: how did my mom (dad) like him (her)?

Of course, Fatty Liu thought so too.

His mother was so outstanding when she was young. My father told me that when she was young, she was a famous talented woman in Beijing. She was so talented that she was particularly admired by some professor. She could also earn money from newspapers. There were fans of her everywhere in Beijing.

—— Liu Panger usually heard this when he was a child and his Chinese grades were at the bottom. It was usually accompanied by a heart-wrenching rebuke like "Look at your mother, then look at yourself"...

"I think, Dad, you should just cook a meal for my mom." Liu Pang'er said sincerely, "The fact that my mom likes you definitely has little to do with your literary talent."

"Stop talking nonsense." Liu Bujun glared at him. "How can it be the same? We will be married forty years tomorrow. Do you know what forty years means? If we had given birth to a beast forty years ago, it would have grown up to look like you now!"

Fatty Liu: “…”

Is there a possibility, I mean possible.

The evil creature you two gave birth to forty years ago is me.

"Besides, you know nothing." Liu Bujun snorted, "If it weren't for my good literary talent, I might not be as good as you."

Fatty Liu was shocked.

"Really?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Of course it's true." Liu Bujun smiled proudly, "You weren't born yet, so you didn't know. Back then, I stayed in the kitchen all night, cooked a pot of soup, and stewed a ginseng soup. I even specially carved a few words on the ginseng. Your mother was so touched when she ate it, hehe!"

Fatty Liu: “…”

He felt that this matter had nothing to do with the words on the sea cucumber.

Ginseng is an ingredient with a lot of sand and fishy smell. It becomes tasteless after being processed. It has to be slowly simmered in a strong-flavored broth. The saying "no chicken, no freshness; no duck, no fragrance" refers to the process of making the broth.

The sea cucumber was already stewed till tender, but Dad was able to carve words on it. His cooking skills were simply... simply... oh yes, so cruel.

Just at this moment, the door creaked and a very elegant old lady walked in.

"Hey, cooking."

The old lady sniffed a few times and said, "Why does it smell wrong?"

She and Liu Bujun have been married for forty years. As the saying goes, a doctor is made of long illness and a cook is made of long eating. Even though she is still not very good at cooking, she has put a lot of effort into tasting food.

"Today's soup was made by Fatty." Liu Bujun snorted disdainfully, "I fucking said this soup wasn't very..."

"Hey, Fatty, are you cooking?" The old lady smiled happily, "No wonder it smells so good, I must try it today!"

Liu Bujun: “…”

The old man opened his mouth, then closed it.

Then he began to look at his son silently.

Watch silently.

Fatty Liu: “…”

Mom, thank you, thank you so much.

So stop talking.

Don't say that.

I haven't been beaten since I was eighteen.

I was afraid that my dad would suddenly become interested in doing it again.

Fatty Liu was very knowledgeable and was not at all dazzled by his mother's praise.

He said modestly: "My performance is still average."

Liu Bujun agreed: "You have..."

The old man suddenly saw the old lady's expressionless face.

Stopped abruptly.

"How can you talk like that?" The old lady was dissatisfied. "I'm not saying anything bad about you, but the child is already so old, why do you need to worry about anything? I think he cooked well, better than you. I almost vomited after eating your soup."

Liu Bujun: “…”

Liu Bujun has been in the capital for decades and has boiled the broth thousands of times, but no one has ever complained of "vomiting".

There is now.

Can Liu Bujun bear this?

He huffed in anger.

It was the first time that Jiang Mu saw the expression "aggrieved" on the old man's face.

And for the first time, Fatty Liu saw murderous intent in his father's eyes...

"I'll go to the kitchen and check on the soup."

Considering that his life might be in danger if he stayed here any longer, the future chef turned around and left.

After the root cause of the conflict disappeared, the elderly couple returned to harmony.

The old lady sat on the sofa and was looking for the remote control when she suddenly saw a piece of paper.

She picked it up and took a look at it, frowning: "Who wrote this? It's so ugly? I can't even understand it."

Liu Bujun came over and took a glance, his expression normal.

"It might have been written by Fatty. It's probably a recipe."

"Oh, I didn't notice it just now." The old lady immediately changed her words, "The handwriting is quite artistic. It looks like the calligraphy and paintings on TV to me."

Liu Bujun: “…”

So it becomes "artistic" because it was written by your son?

He said tentatively: "I think the handwriting is pretty ugly."

The old lady gave him a disdainful look: "What do you know? You are illiterate."

Liu Bujun: “…”

Fatty Liu suddenly felt a chill on his back.

He looked around. The kitchen was filled with smoke and the fire was burning brightly. It didn't look like it was very cold at all.

Forget it, never mind, let’s just make this meal first.

Fatty Liu always felt that he hadn't cooked this meal well, and he was afraid that he would receive a long-awaited beating.

After all, he has a family background in knife skills. More than ten years ago, he was scolded for his knife skills by Liu Bujun, and now he is still scolded for his knife skills by Liu Bujun.

Although his skills are not as good as his biological father's, he does have cooking skills, and they are very high.

Huh, it’s now.

I don’t believe that after more than ten years, my dad will still criticize my knife skills!

Just like that, with the old lady praising him endlessly, Liu Bujun being forced to praise him endlessly, and Fatty Liu sweating profusely, the sun outside the window sank into the sky and then rose again.

This day is Liu Bujun’s 40th wedding anniversary.

Even in this world, the fortieth wedding anniversary is not a very common event.

Liu Pang'er had made all the plans. In the morning, he would take his parents for a good shopping trip. At noon, he would order a table of delicious dishes at the store opened by his chef friend. After the lunch break, he would continue shopping at three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

There is no need to worry that your friends will not welcome you. In fact, after hearing that they were going to personally entertain Liu Bujun, their friends were in a state of excitement and nervousness: “Shit, no one should snatch the honor from me” and “Shit, can I really do this?”

It’s not that friend’s fault, it’s just that Liu Bujun is too famous in the chef circle.

Good cooking skills come second.

Generally, those who can become chefs, especially the head chefs who cook banquet dishes, have very loud voices in the kitchen, and of course they can’t help but swear.

And Liu Bujun is the chef who is the best at swearing among all the chefs who can swear.