Zongman: The chef who is not doing his job

After asking Wang Lin a few more questions, Wang Lin’s mother hung up the video call.

"What's wrong?" Seeing his wife looking worried, Wang Lin's father was a little confused.

Wang Lin's mother did not answer, but continued to look through the photo records in her computer space. After searching for a long time, she finally found a photo. It was a group photo of her dormitory members when she was studying abroad in Neon in her early years.

There are only three people in the photo, one of whom is Hong Xiuqin herself. One of the remaining two has some similarities in eyebrows with Miyano Akemi, but the hair color is different.

If Miyano Akemi or Amuro Toru were here, they would definitely recognize that this is her mother, his teacher, Miyano Elena.

"What's wrong?" Wang Lin's father finally realized whether his wife knew the person his son saved?

Wang Lin's mother looked at the photo in silence for a long time before she let out a long sigh: "Alas... I didn't expect that she had passed away for many years? We haven't been in touch since graduation."

She had just asked Wang Lin what the names of the Miyano sisters' parents were. At first, she only thought that Miyano Akemi looked a bit similar, but now it seemed that they were her old classmates.

However, I didn’t expect that after not having any contact for many years, Elena Sera (Myano Elena’s original name before getting married) had actually died. We had a good relationship back then and could be considered close friends.

But perhaps it was fate, as time went by and his son happened to save the sisters.

On this side, Wang Lin's mother was lamenting the impermanence of life, while on the other side, Wang Lin hung up the phone in confusion.

Why did my mother look like she knew the Miyano sisters? Wang Lin didn't know much about his mother's past experiences! He only knew that she seemed to have traveled all over the world in her early years.

I used to look through my mother's things and remembered that she seemed to have a lot of degree certificates, from several famous universities across the country. In a sense, Wang Lin often felt that it was a bit of a waste of his mother's talent to be a high school teacher.

It was definitely not because he looked down on the profession of teacher, but because he remembered the school principal who once complained to him about how when he saw his mother holding so many degree certificates and came to him and said that she wanted to come to the school to be a teacher, he was so frightened that he dropped the cigarette in his hand and burned his pants.

Just know each other, Wang Lin didn’t think too much about it, maybe it’s really fate.

After reporting Xiao Ai's situation to his parents, Wang Lin made another call.

"Hello? Teacher..."

"Hey! My dear disciple! Did you remember to call your master?" A deliberately old voice sounded.

A cross popped up on Wang Lin's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Your father hasn't beaten you in a few days, so you're ready to go to the roof and tear the tiles off, right? Do you think I can't hear you?"

On the other end of the phone, Wang Lin’s good roommate, J-friend, and rebellious son Lan Wuhui smiled and said, “Hehehe, you can still recognize my voice! It took you so long to call. Are you having a good time in Neon?”

"I heard that the girls in Japan are all very gentle and virtuous, and they are also relatively open and bold. Are you..."

Wang Lin: "If you want to know, why don't you come and try it yourself?"

"That won't do!" Lan Wuhui shook his head. He wanted to come too! Unfortunately, his studies were not yet completed: "I can't compare to a monster like you! I just finished the exam for the special chef. You're gone this year, so the old man asked me to sprint."

"Let alone making progress, now that you're gone, I have to at least keep my third place! You don't know that Jie Lie, Lei Xiao, and those other brats have been working hard to climb up this semester. If they continue like this, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep my third place!"

Listening to Lan Wuhui complaining, Wang Lin curled his lips in disdain: "Is it that serious?"

"Is it that serious? How dare you say that?" Lan Wuhui complained indignantly, "Back then, we agreed to be bad students together, but you secretly beat us! When we entered school, you were the last among us, but after only one month of examinations, you shot up to third place!"

Wang Lin scratched his nose and said, "Look at what you said. Do you think I'll let you stay in the third place forever? I don't have the nerve to do that!"

"Did people say that?" Lan Wuhui didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You guys feel comfortable winning, but I was almost scolded to death by the old man at the beginning!"

"Since then, you, Liu Cailin, and Bai Hanyu have started the era of three-way competition. The performance standards have been raised all of a sudden, and the rest of us have become your foils! Why are our lives so miserable!" It can be heard that the good brothers don't actually have much resentment, they are just angry at themselves for not fighting for it.

After all, when they first met, Wang Lin’s cooking skills were not as good as his, but in the end, Wang Lin surpassed him.

"Then do your best!" Wang Lin could only encourage his good brother. What else could he do? He couldn't let him take the exam for Lan Wuhui, could he? If he did that, Wang Lin estimated that his good brother would die even more miserably.

But Lan Wuhui didn't seem to be prepared to let Wang Lin go. Or maybe he was just feeling very depressed because he had no one to vent his troubles to during this period of time. So when he caught Wang Lin, he turned into Xianglin Sao and talked on and on for a long time.

Wang Lin couldn't bear to listen any longer, so he changed the subject: "How is Master doing recently?"

"Old man? What else can I do? I eat well, drink well, have fun and sleep well. The only thing is that I was depressed for several days after I found out that you are the grandson of Old Man Hong. I even dragged Master Liu to drink his bottle of Lao Baigan that he had treasured for many years."

Then Lan Wuhui laughed in a very obscene way: "But, hehehe! You hid it very well!"

“I swear I only found out about it a few days ago.” Wang Lin said sincerely, “I never say that I deliberately concealed anything from Master and you.”

"I know." Lan Wuhui nodded: "Don't worry, no one blames you. The old man just always felt that he owed Mr. Hong too much, and he felt uncomfortable. Now he feels that he owes even more."

"Come to think of it, why did you answer the phone?" Wang Lin suddenly remembered this matter. He was clearly calling his master Lan Xiusheng!

Lan Wuhui glanced at Old Man Lan, who was sitting upright next to him, and the corners of his mouth twitched. He really wanted to say that his grandfather was embarrassed to answer the call.

Well, the main reason was that Lan Xiusheng felt ashamed and had no face to face his good disciple because he had asked Nakiri Senzaemon to lobby Wang Lin to return the Jade Dragon Pot to the Hong family.

Then he hurriedly called Lan Wuhui, who was taking extra classes, to answer the phone. Yes, it was about cultural subjects! New Oriental does not teach cultural subjects!

"Ahem! Then you talk to the old man!" Lan Wuhui took the initiative and handed the phone directly to Lan Xiusheng, who had his eyes wide open.

Wang Lin held the phone in confusion: "Hello?"

"...Xiao Linzi, how are you doing recently?" A somewhat old but powerful voice sounded.

But why did Wang Lin feel a little nervous when he listened?

"Master, are you still drunk and haven't woken up yet?" Wang Lin asked doubtfully.

"Hehe! How is that possible! When have I ever been drunk?" Lan Xiusheng said righteously.

"Are you still feeling guilty about going to Mr. Nakiri and asking him to persuade me to return the Jade Dragon Pot to my grandfather Hong Anguo?" Wang Lin hit the nail on the head, mercilessly exposing the truth behind Lan Xiusheng's nervousness.

Lan Xiusheng was speechless for a moment, and after sighing deeply, he said, "Alas... you, boy, are really a worm in my stomach!"

Wang Lin rolled his eyes. If I can't guess what you mean, then there will be a problem!

"Please stop imagining things. We are all family. Why should we worry about such things? I don't care about that Yulong pot. I think grandpa is the same. Otherwise, why would he just give me the other one so casually?"

"He gave you the other one directly?" Lan Xiusheng was shocked when he heard Wang Lin's words, and then he sighed: "Alas! I am really not as good as him!"

Wang Lin's mouth twitched wildly. He wanted to tell his master that the Jade Dragon Pot that Hong Anguo gave him was covered with dust! It was obvious that it was not properly kept! It was conceivable that Hong Anguo did not take the Jade Dragon Pot seriously at all!

After thinking about it, I decided to give up and stop attacking my own master.

Lan Wuhui said that the old man felt guilty, but in Wang Lin's opinion, not only that, his master was also trying to save face.

He couldn't beat him, and neither could his son. In the end, he wanted his grandson to fight for his reputation a little, but Lan Wuhui was just like that. In the end, he took in a disciple, but he turned out to be the grandson of his old rival.

Lan Xiusheng couldn't swallow the humiliation of losing his whole life!

As a man, you are always young until you die, and the desire to win is the driving force to move forward!

Wang Lin really couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't persuade his master to let it go. Could he let it go? He couldn't, because for someone like Lan Xiusheng, the thing he couldn't let go of the most was not hatred, but gratitude and guilt.

“If you really feel bad, why don’t you go and have a good talk with my grandfather? Maybe you’ll figure it out.” Wang Lin could only say this in the end: “What’s the point of getting angry at yourself?”