I don't want to inherit billions of dollars

Chapter 85 Conditions
"Heh, there's a lid on it? It's so mysterious."

Looking at the dining cart Chen Hansheng pushed over, Chen Tanghua said in a flat tone.

"What's the point of cynicism! A father doesn't think of his son's goodness, and others can't eat it if they want it."

Lin Rongrong, a mother, was not happy about it, so she went straight to Chen Tanghua, showing no affection at all.

"I'm not being sarcastic either, my wife, you are overcompensating."

Chen Tanghua touched his nose and explained something for himself.

"Huh, for so many years, you haven't even cooked a meal for me. Now it's all right. I have a son who cooks for me."

Regarding Lin Rongrong's complaining words, Chen Tanghua smiled awkwardly and did not explain.

Chen Hansheng didn't dissuade his parents from bickering to such an extent. In his opinion, the two seemed to be showing affection.

Thinking about it, there is no couple who has not bickered for decades, and the bickering of Chen Hansheng's parents is too much.

Ever since he was a child, Chen Hansheng has never heard of them having a single divorce. After many years of ups and downs, their relationship remains the same.

Chen Hansheng and Li Wan'er put plates covered with lids on the table, and Ah Qiu and Wu Chuang also came to help.

Ah Qiu and Wu Chuang worked for the Chen family for a long time, so they were arranged in the Chen family's villa.

That is, the two small villas within the walls of the Chen family, with their families.

"Aqiu and A Chuang, come and eat together. Look at this kid's cooking skills. If you really can't do it, Aqiu, you can cook a few more dishes."

Chen Tanghua gestured to the two of them.

Ah Qiuzai is a woman in her 40s, and the traces of time can be clearly seen on her face. She said with a smile:

"Boss, you are thinking wrong. I hope you won't be too surprised when you eat it later. Hansheng's cooking skills are better than mine, and Hansheng's cooking skills are even better than mine."

"Oh?" Chen Tanghua was surprised, and then looked at Chen Hansheng.

He knew that Ah Qiu was straightforward, and usually would not intentionally praise others. Could it be that Han Sheng's craftsmanship was really so good?

Facing his father's gaze, Chen Hansheng didn't feel nervous at all, but seemed full of confidence.

He removed the cover of the eight-course meal on the table, revealing the hidden dishes.

Anchovy shrimp, steamed pork, pickled fish, braised pork, beef in sauce, braised pig's trotters, three delicacies soup, stir-fried cabbage.

It's all home-cooked food, but the tangy aroma is enough to make your mouth water.

"Gulu~gulu"

Everyone heard it, and then their eyes converged, but it was Liang Zixin's stomach that rang.

Zixin was a little overwhelmed by the sudden gathering of eyes from everyone, and his two index fingers poked each other, looking a little uneasy.

Zixin's cute little expression brought smiles to everyone's faces.

Lin Rongrong's maternal love overflowed, she hugged Liang Zixin, rubbed her face, and said to Chen Hansheng:

"Son, do you have any food for Zixin?"

Liang Zixin was only two years old, with a small throat and no deciduous teeth, so she couldn't eat these dishes. At most, she would drink soup, cabbage and tofu.

Chen Hansheng smiled slightly, then took out a small bowl from the bottom of the dining car, and said to his mother:
"Of course I prepared it. How could I forget about my lovely Zixin, egg custard."

Then I handed it to my mother and asked her to feed it.

Lin Rongrong took a closer look, and found that the appearance of this bowl of egg custard was very good, it was golden, and the surface of the custard was smooth without any potholes.

Although it looks good, Lin Rongrong is still worried about Chen Hansheng's cooking skills, so she tried it herself.

"Delicious." Tender and refreshing, slightly sweet.

Generally, egg custard is salty, but Chen Hansheng added a little sugar to take care of the taste of children.

Now Lin Rongrong was really surprised. She originally thought that even if Chen Hansheng could cook, he would be at an edible level, but she didn't expect it to be so delicious.

"This egg custard has a bit of pudding texture."

Lin Rongrong took another sip and expressed her feelings.

Chen Hansheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and waved his hand to stop his mother's third mouthful.

"Mom, if you eat Zixin again, you won't have anything to eat."

"As for the taste of this pudding, it's because I used milk instead of water."

"Oh." Lin Rongrong answered her doubts, and then she said angrily, "Since you know it's not enough, why don't you do more, Zixin needs to eat more for growing up."

Chen Hansheng wanted to cry but had no tears. Such a small child can only eat so much, and he even made too much.

It's fine for you to try one bite, but in the end you took a second bite. If he hadn't reminded you, maybe the third bite would have gone into your mouth.

Seeing the mother and son bickering, Chen Tanghua was a little shocked now.

This Han Sheng really has some cooking skills?
With a curious attitude, Chen Tanghua looked at the plate of bright red braised pork on the dining table, and picked up a chopstick. This is one of his favorite dishes.

Salty, sweet and delicious, the fragrance is soft and rotten, fat but not greasy, fascinating.

This feeling. Incredible! !
Chen Tanghua's eyes were shining brightly, it was unbelievable, it was really delicious.

Compared with other people who like to eat sweet braised pork, Chen Tanghua prefers to eat salty and sweet braised pork.

Of course, the salty taste cannot overwhelm the sweet taste, but the sweet taste should not be too much.

Chen Hansheng's braised pork dish perfectly interpreted his thoughts.

The dining table was not too big, so Chen Tanghua's actions naturally did not hide the truth from the others.

Lin Rongrong looked at her husband's amazed expression, and asked with a smile: "How is it? Are you shocked by Han Sheng's cooking skills!"

A glimpse of the leopard in the tube can be seen.

After Lin Rongrong ate those two mouthfuls of egg custard, she knew that her son's cooking skills were really good, not inferior to Ah Qiu who had been cooking for decades, and even better.

You must know that although Ah Qiu came from the countryside, his cooking skills are passed down in his family, and he even entered the top ten in the national cooking competition back then.

Back then, if the Chen family hadn't helped her a lot at a critical moment, she would have thrived in any restaurant, and there was no need to cook meals at the Chen family for so long.

Chen Tanghua didn't speak harshly this time, and said truthfully: "I was really shocked, I didn't expect Han Sheng to have such a great talent for cooking, and he was able to cook such delicacies after half a year.

For the praise of his parents, Chen Hansheng is still very useful, and he said happily at the moment:
"Old Chen, now you know that your son is a genius. Let me tell you, my talent in music is higher than that in cooking. If you agree with me as a singer, I can even write a song for you. No, two The first three songs about fathers are fine."

"Stinky boy, I turned against you, and I called Lao Chen, did you call Lao Chen?"

Chen Tanghua glared at his son, and said, "However, I can give you a chance to think about it."

"If you can write three songs about your father in Mandarin, Cantonese, and English, and you can also write a blockbuster movie script, I will think about it."

(End of this chapter)