Mr. Landlord [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Wu Cong drank wine with Song Yu upstairs for half an hour, and the conscientious little paper people tidied up the house very efficiently, and Hotch couldn't even recognize the rough house when he walked in. The lotus root and others are difficult to oyster the carpet, because Zhao Changle used to soak in the water when he was filming and couldn't bear the cold. Song Yu put five or six flaming stones in the room, and the hard winter made the room as warm as spring and March.

The rest of the home appliances are naturally not lacking. Song Yu can't wait to move the entire electrical appliance store here to let his own humans see and throw one away. The curtains are thick, and the dark curtains make people feel very solid and warm.

Scattered beside the solid wood coffee table are a few solid and soft beanbag sofas in different colors of yellow, yellow, green, and green. This kind of sofa has a terrible magic that will sink into it once you sit down, and it firmly traps Song Yu and Wu Cong. Can't get out of the sofa, no one is playing chess half-slanted on the cotton, touching the chess pieces, and the speed is extremely slow. One move, one yawn, chat for a few words, and another move, and half the game can be played until dark.

Taking a closer look, well, Hotch didn't see that Zhao Changle could not recognize him, this is clearly backgammon.

However, Wu Cong and Song Yu were not interested in having a serious game with each other. In terms of entertainment, backgammon was more relaxed and enjoyable.

But backgammon can be played so slowly, Zhao Changle watched for a long time that neither of them had decided the winner, scratched his head and anxiously after a while, he took out a box of checkers from the drawer under the coffee table and looked at Hotch: "We want to play." ?"

Hotch glanced at his son who was squatting in front of the TV without moving, and nodded.

So little Jack watched a whole episode of the historical drama of the wizard, Zhao Changle and Hotch finished two games of checkers with losers and winners, and the two old guys over there were still continuing the game of backgammon, still slumped on the sofa, limp and boneless , half-closed his eyes and picked up the chess pieces to pretend to be sophisticated.

"Then I'll cook first." Hotch looked at his watch and said, "Wu said you will have dinner together during this time, is there anything you don't want to eat?"

In line with Zhao Changle's English level, Hotch deliberately slowed down his speech and used some relatively simple vocabulary, so that Zhao Changle could understand what he was talking about.

"There's nothing to eat, I'm here to help." Zhao Changle rolled up his sleeves, "Cooking here or downstairs?"

"Go downstairs." Hotch stood up and picked up his son, "Wu made some snacks in the refrigerator yesterday."

Little Jack was a bit reluctant to part with the TV at first, but when he heard Hotch talking about dim sum, he immediately rebelled, "I want to eat that white dumpling!"

He said he was going to prepare dinner, but in fact, Wu Cong had already made almost everything. In winter, Wu Cong was not interested in cooking a large table of dishes, and it was bothersome and cold quickly, so it was not as lively as hot pot.

The cut dishes are arranged on the table one by one, the vegetarian ones are like cabbage, green vegetables, water spinach, mushrooms, oyster mushrooms, and enoki mushrooms, meat, beef and mutton, meatballs and shrimp slippery. One side of the pot is spicy, with chili and peppercorns floating on the thick red oil, while the other side is not spicy, it is a thick bone soup sprinkled with goji berries and red dates, and the white soup is rolling with mellow heat.

The soup base was prepared by Wu Cong. All Hotch needs to do is turn on the induction cooker and burn it. Zhao Changle sniffs his nose and smells the aroma of food wafting in the air. His stomach, which had no appetite for a hamburger on the plane, suddenly became terribly hungry.

"Do you want to eat it?" Hotch took out the steaming steamed buns from the microwave oven. Although after reheating, they have lost the freshness and softness when they just came out of the steamer and are a little wet, but the aroma of the flour itself Make people have no resistance at all.

"Then I won't be polite." Zhao Changle took a steamed stuffed bun and bit it down. The freshness and sweetness of the vegetables in the stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed steamed stuffed bun was bursting with freshness and sweetness. He remembered that when he was a child, he would go to the field to dig shepherd's purse with his family and make steamed stuffed buns. It is the kind of fresh and tender vegetables that are in season, and it is far less attractive than this small ball of vegetarian stuffing hidden in the dough.

"That's great..." Zhao Changle sighed enviously as he looked at the food boxes stuffed in the refrigerator. Needless to say, he can cook at a level that would not kill anyone just eating it. His Mr. Song It is even more a model of Yangchun Baixueyuan's kitchen. Apart from baking cookies and so on, he is not so much cooking as going to the frying kitchen.

Thinking of the always empty refrigerator at home and the takeout orders plastered on the door of the refrigerator, and looking at the refrigerator in front of him with all kinds of delicious food, what can be compared to a full-han feast, for a moment Zhao Changle was really full of disgust for Mr. Song.

You can't even do a Dinghu shangsu, so what's the use of you.

Hotch is used to Zhao Changle's envious and jealous eyes. Ever since he started to take Wu Cong to work together, every time at lunch, he can always see his team members walking past his window seemingly unintentionally. The oversized lunch box that comes with it expresses a similar sentiment.

Not even Reid is immune.

So he calmly held some subtle pride (?) emotion and put the dipping ingredients on his hands, and said: "Go ask them to come down for dinner."

"Daddy, I'll go!" Little Jack happily took up the task.

"I'll get it." Zhao Changle took the bowl and chopsticks from Hotch's hand.

A piece of harmony.

And the upstairs is quite harmonious.

That backgammon game seemed to never be finished, one person and one piece tossed for a long time before finishing the game, but the board was almost occupied by him, Wu Cong and Song Yu, halfway through the game, Song Yu felt that it was not interesting, so he simply threw a piece and gave up. Yawning, she went back to the bedroom to pack her luggage.

Wu Cong was not polite to him either, he took out a box of tea from the cabinet and put it on, holding the teapot and leaning on the beanbag sofa to watch TV. There were no domestic channels here, but a lot of bad ones. I don't know where the foreign TV station comes from.

Uh... this is...

The TV stopped on a certain screen, and Wu Cong watched it seriously.

On the screen, several people are cutting up a corpse. Their expressions are very solemn, and they follow an ancient and fixed ritual.

First of all, it is not an easy task to cut off the head of the corpse. Human bone tissue is always tougher than imagined, and then the brain tissue is taken out and put into a jar. The ingredients were fed to a small snake in a cage.

The little snake seemed to have been hungry for a long time. After sensing the smell of blood, it immediately opened its mouth and ate everything in the jar. It ate for a long time. The internal organs are taken out and sealed one by one in the way of mummification, and are covered with oil, spices and antiseptic herbs.

After doing this, the little snake also finished eating the contents of the jar, which had a certain anesthetic effect, and the little snake quickly collapsed in the cage.

At this time, those people grabbed the little snake out of the cage, tied the little snake's mouth tightly with a rope like a grass stem, and stuffed it into the place where the brain was originally in the skull of the corpse. The head was reattached to the neck, put on a golden mask to seal it, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

"What are you watching?" Song Yu was taken aback by the blood-filled screen as soon as he left the bedroom, and then looked at the TV station, okay, Egypt TV, that's not incomprehensible.

"This is..." Wu Cong looked at the hieroglyphs on the TV with a deep expression and was silent for a few seconds, then said uncertainly, "The process of making a mummy... right?"

As he said that, he couldn’t help feeling a little cultural difference in his heart. From the Chinese point of view, the way the Egyptians did it was simply artificially manufacturing zombies, just like the one made on TV, and buried in a wet compress surrounded by yin and heavy water, or else The corpse can be raised in three years, and he is the kind of powerful guy that ordinary Taoists can't deal with.

Watching several people on TV putting the corpse into the coffin, singing and dancing all the way to a river, and burying the coffin in a place where the water swells during the flood season, Wu Cong's expression became even more rigid.

From this position, let alone three years, it is estimated that the corpse will be raised next year.

But it was just a TV show, just at this time little Jack came up and called them to eat again, Wu Cong put the matter behind him, turned off the TV and walked away.

When we went down, the hot pot was opening for the first time, Zhao Changle was holding a small piece of corn to eat, his cheeks were bulging, and the little red snake wrapped around Wu Cong's wrist also moved as if he felt it, in a daze He raised his little head and hissed a few times.

[Does Alang have guests? 】

"Uncle Song Yu is here." Wu Cong touched Dansha's small head with his fingertips, and said in a gentle tone, "It's not a big deal."

"Hey." Song Yu sighed helplessly, bent down and nodded Dansha's head, "Long time no see, little Dansha, do you miss me?"

【Well... I thought about it...Zzzzzz】

After a few words, Dansha fell asleep again.

Little Jack was quite disappointed because he couldn't say a few words with his friends.

Fortunately, the food is still very good. The beef and mutton slices are very thin and cooked in boiling water for a few seconds, dipped in some ingredients and put into the mouth.

Vegetarian dishes are also very good, rolled in the water for a few times to absorb the soup, without losing its own tenderness and crispness, the taste is sweet and just right to neutralize the spiciness in the red soup, while the white soup is lifted out of ten Fragrance of ten.

The most delicious meatballs are of course the meatballs. Little Jack couldn’t pick them up with chopsticks, so he bit them with a fork. The hand-made beef balls are chewy and chewy, and the texture is still bubbling with oil, with a strong aroma and meat. The essence is mellow, and you can eat it without knowing it.

After a satisfying meal, Zhao Changle and Little Jack collapsed on the chair with their stomachs shy and let out a long breath. The synchronized movements unexpectedly made Song Yu look at Little Jack a little softer.

After the meal, Wu Cong's little paper man and Song Yu's Douzi took on the job of cleaning up the dishes, and the two of them leaned on the soft low couch in the living room and chatted casually, completely in the state of an old man in his seventies and eighties , the kind that even if you sit cross-legged in an old man's shirt and big pants, there is no sense of disobedience.

Zhao Changle responded to several emails, and it was only at this time that Hotch realized that he is a well-known actor in China.

Little Jack came over with his picture book and pestered Hotch to read it to him. As soon as Hotch opened the book, the phone rang.

Looking at the caller ID again, he couldn't help but sighed.

"Wu." He called out to Wu Cong, raised his phone and shook it, "We're going out now."

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