Shenhao: I am the villain, understand?Villains!

blue home.

Although it was noon, the whole family rarely got together neatly.

Lan Shan and Qian Wei were spitting all over the place, and Lan Ruoxi looked helpless in front of them.

Ever since he told his father that he had an appointment with Lin Chen tomorrow, Lan Shan and Qian Wei rushed back from the company non-stop.

It's a good name, to add some dating knowledge to Lan Ruoxi.

"Daughter, let me tell you, you are right to listen to your mother."

"The haunted house in Weihai Park, you two must go."

"Also, whether it's scary or not, you have to pretend to be scared, and then lean into Lin Chen's arms."

"Let me tell you, this is what men do."

"If you don't respond at all and can't arouse their desire to protect, then they won't be interested."

"All the men in the world are the same, you have to believe what your mother says."

Lan Shan couldn't get in the conversation, so he nodded in agreement:

"That's right, that's how your mother took your father and me back then."

"Hear your mother right."

Lan Ruoxi nodded helplessly.

In short, the Lan Mo family, in order to win Lin Chen's heart, it can be said that they have exhausted their pains and scheming.

Only the protagonist, Lin Chen, lay lazily like a salted fish.

until night.

Only then did Lin Chen regain his energy.

Because mom and dad are coming back soon.

In order to atone for his crimes, Lin Chen deliberately sent away all the aunts who were cooking today.

Lin Chen wants to cook himself!

"System, exchange for advanced cooking skills for me."

The skill levels in the system are divided into elementary, intermediate, advanced, top and master levels.

The price of ordinary skills is uniform, for example, the price of elementary, intermediate and advanced skills is 100 destiny points.

The top level requires 200 destiny points, while the master level requires 300.

This is also the reason why Lin Chen exchanged for advanced skills every time.

Affordable!

[Deducting the host's 100 destiny points, advanced cooking skills have been instilled into the host's body. 】

As soon as the words fell, Lin Chen's mind flooded with a huge amount of knowledge.

"With advanced cooking skills."

"Why do I suddenly feel like dogs would shake their heads when they saw the things I made in my previous life?"

Lin Chen mumbled and walked into the kitchen.

……

"Why hasn't your precious son come back yet?"

"Call him quickly."

"I think he's going to heaven."

Lin Zhenshan looked at the newspaper in front of him and said without raising his head.

Zhou Jin looked at her watch and nodded, then called Lin Chen.

After half an hour, Zhou Jin said, "Chen'er didn't pick up."

With a cold snort, Lin Zhenshan put down the newspaper in his hand:

"I'll call Ling Feng myself."

"I see how he still falters with me."

Speaking of which, Lin Zhenshan directly called Ling Feng.

"Ling Feng, where is Lin Chen?"

"What? At home?"

Soon, Lin Zhenshan put down his phone with a strange expression, and looked at Zhao Liming suspiciously:

"Ling Feng said that brat is at home, have you visited his room?"

Zhao Liming raised her eyelids: "Yes, I went to his room as soon as I got back."

The two looked at each other suspiciously for a moment.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the kitchen tacitly.

"No way? That brat can still cook?"

When the two of them stared at the kitchen door, the kitchen door just opened.

Lin Chen came out with the dishes in his cooking apron, and looked at the two of them.

"Ah, Mom and Dad, what a coincidence."

"It just so happened that I finished cooking, come here, dinner is almost ready!"

Due to time constraints, Lin Chen only made three dishes.

They are eggplant stew, cola chicken wings and a teriyaki chicken leg.

There are three courses, but they are all good side dishes, full of fragrance.

He drifted leisurely to the living room, in the noses of Lin Zhenshan and the others.

"When will that brat know how to cook? It smells pretty good."

"Isn't it because we are afraid that we will be angry and teach him a lesson, so he packed it back from the hotel outside?"

Lin Zhenshan asked in a whisper.

Zhao Liming looked at Lin Chen who was busy, and replied in a low voice:

"I think so, but let's just pretend we don't know."

"I think it's rare for Chen'er to have such a heart."

"Okay, let's go up and eat."

After a brief explanation, Zhao Liming walked up to the dining table first, and praised:

"Chen'er, when did you learn to cook?"

"I still look pretty decent."

Hearing this, Lin Chen didn't know what his parents were thinking, so he just waved his hands and said:

"Low-key, low-key, cook a meal, simple."

Lin Zhenshan twitched the corners of his mouth, but he didn't speak, he just ate on his own.

After taking the first bite, Lin Zhenshan's eyes lit up.

It tastes good!

It's not even half as good as the annual state banquet.

When did the chefs in the Imperial City Restaurant become so high-level?

You should know that the dishes on the state banquet were made by Zhou Ding, who is regarded as the contemporary kitchen god, and Mr. Zhou made it himself.

Moreover, Mr. Zhou has been sick for a long time, and he only takes action at the state banquet once a year.

Even in his own capacity, he couldn't force Mr. Zhou to come and cook a meal for him.

Could it be that when did Mr. Zhou have a direct disciple?

In just an instant, infinite possibilities appeared in Lin Zhenshan's mind.

But Lin Zhenshan's mouth didn't stop moving, and he even ate faster and faster.

Zhao Liming was still talking with Lin Chen, and Lin Zhenshan finished the rice in the bowl.

After Lin Chen noticed it, he said quickly:

"Dad, don't worry, there's plenty of dinner tonight."

Zhao Liming also looked at Lin Zhenshan strangely, he had been telling himself that he had recently been pissed off by that brat Lin Chen, and he had no appetite for food.

Is this the lack of appetite?

Zhao Liming also said:

"That's right, Lao Lin, eat slowly, no one will compete with you."

Lin Zhenshan shook his head, put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Lin Chen and said:

"Brat, let's forget what happened yesterday."

"I'm asking you one thing now, and you should tell me the truth."

Lin Chen was taken aback for a moment, then sat upright, and asked nervously:

"Dad, tell me, what's the matter?"

Lin Zhenshan pointed to the dishes on the table and asked:

"Which restaurant did you buy the dishes on your table from?"

"Don't tell me that you did it yourself."

"I've raised you kid for over twenty years, so I still don't know why you beat me up?"

After saying this, Lin Chen was not convinced.

It's none of my business to stretch my hips!

I can still cook.

Lin Chen said:

"Dad, what if I made this meal."

"I want you to promise me one thing."

Lin Zhenshan also jumped on the bar, and agreed immediately.

After the bet was established, Lin Chen turned around and went into the kitchen, and took out a mandarin fish from the refrigerator.

It's hard to prove yourself if you don't cook some difficult dishes today.

Then make a squirrel mandarin fish.

Squirrel mandarin fish is not a difficult dish, but it still has certain requirements for knife skills.

And the taste is quite delicious.

Open up!

Outside the kitchen, Zhao Liming stared speechlessly at Lin Zhenshan who was still cooking, and asked after a long while:

"Old Lin, didn't I tell you, don't expose it."

"Why don't you play your cards according to the routine?"

"You even made a bet with the child. You are not a child anymore. How can you be so childish?"

After hearing Zhao Liming's words, Lin Zhenshan took a few bites, then stopped and said:

"Do you know Zhou Ding, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhao Liming nodded. She knew Zhou Ding naturally, and she never missed the state banquet. The most satisfying thing about every state banquet is the dishes made by Mr. Zhou.

Although the knife has been sealed for a long time, it has not regressed in the slightest.

"That has nothing to do with your betting with Chen'er."

Lin Zhenshan handed the chopsticks in his hand to Zhao Liming:

"Try it and you'll know."

With doubts, Zhao Liming took the chopsticks, and delivered the eggplant stew with one chopstick to his mouth.

The deliciousness immediately filled Zhao Liming's entire mouth.

"This?"

Zhao Liming's eyes widened in surprise.

To be honest, Zhao Liming felt that this eggplant stew was only a thin line away from the eggplant stew that Mr. Zhou made at the state banquet.

"So, do you understand?"

Zhao Liming nodded stiffly.

"Are you suspicious? This is the dish cooked by Mr. Zhou? Impossible, how could Mr. Zhou cook for Chen'er himself."

Lin Zhenshan denied:

"No, I thought it was the work of Mr. Zhou's closed disciple."

"I can't invite Mr. Zhou to cook for me, but I can still be his disciple."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhenshan rubbed his chin, thinking about the future, with a satisfied expression on his face.

He is also a foodie himself.

"I've never heard of Mr. Zhou's closed disciple."

"But I heard that Mr. Zhou has a granddaughter."

Lin Zhenshan nodded solemnly:

"Yes, his granddaughter has been staying in the military hospital."

"I have been diagnosed with an incurable disease since childhood."

"Only in the military hospital can her safety be guaranteed."

"Therefore, the outside world basically doesn't know that Mr. Zhou actually has a granddaughter."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Liming beside her fell silent.

Lin Zhenshan turned his head in doubt, only to realize that Zhao Liming was glaring at him, and the next moment he put his right hand on his waist, pinched and twisted.

"It's okay if they don't know."

"You Lin Zhenshan didn't even tell me?"

Lin Zhenshan broke his guard immediately, with bitterness on his face:

"I was wrong, I was wrong, take it easy."

"Isn't this unexpected?"