Different God of Cooking [Rebirth]

The wine glass in front of Zhao An has not been removed.Although Director He told Zhao An not to drink, he didn't ask the waiter to remove the glass.

It's not the first time the waiter has seen this Director He, and he also has a little understanding of Director He's character.Director He has always valued what is in the cup.If he didn't speak, the waiter would naturally not withdraw the cup rashly.

Some people drink too much at the wine table and forget themselves long ago, thinking that they are the emperor at the table and no one should disobey him.That

But it is these people who, when facing someone with a higher status, bow their knees, wishing to grab the ground with their heads, and all they think in their hearts is that one day they must become the highest status person on the wine table and continue to call the wind and rain.

So when Zhao An saw that the wine glass hadn't been removed, he sighed secretly.

Thinking of his own father's busy schedule during this time, Zhao An picked up his wine glass, and walked up to Director He on his own initiative:

"Uncle He, let me offer you a toast. I will ask Uncle He to take care of you later."

"Come on, uncle will accompany you for a drink."

Director He leaned back on the chair, casually raised his wine glass, and at the same time turned his head and said to Father Zhao:

"Your child is really sensible! Haha!"

Neither of them mentioned the fact that Zhao An was underage, nor did they mention the matter that Director He had never let go of. Many things were left silent.

Zhao An really didn't like this feeling, but still kept a smile on his face, then raised his glass and drank it down.

This means that the wine glass is not small, enough to hold one or two glasses of white wine.

For those who are addicted to alcohol, national wine is indeed a rare treasure, soft, sweet, fragrant, thick, mellow, thick... But for Zhao An, there is only one word spicy.

He understands that this is the stimulation that others are looking for after drinking liquor, but his throat and throat feel burning and uncomfortable.

Ever since Zhao An could remember, he had never drank alcohol.

On the first day of his piano learning, the piano teacher told him that those who play the piano must not drink too much, because alcohol will anesthetize the nerves.If you can't control the strength of your fingers, you will never be a good pianist.

Zhao An, who is as strict as an ascetic monk in terms of piano, has never tried alcohol, and even refuses alcoholic drinks and snacks.

Throughout his life, Zhao An continued this habit.

But today, he drank 53% high-strength baijiu. Zhao An already felt his stomach churning, and Zhao An's face was distorted.

However, looking at Zhao An's obvious discomfort, Director He showed a very high-spirited smile, because he could see that Zhao An really didn't know how to drink, and what Zhao's father said just now was not an excuse.

Then Director He said in a caring tone of the elders:

"Young people, you must learn to drink, otherwise how will you mess around in society in the future!"

Some people have a dark mind, so they always imagine others to be as dirty as they are.

Zhao An could only reply with a smile:

"Uncle He is right."

After some compliments, Zhao An returned to his seat.Zhao's father gave Zhao Ansheng hot soup all night, and asked Zhao An to drink it quickly. Drinking liquor too quickly would hurt his body.

Although Zhao An wanted to make his father not so worried, the churning feeling in his stomach became more and more obvious, and the hotness and discomfort spread towards Zhao An's limbs.The effect of hot soup is not as effective as expected.

No matter how uncomfortable Zhao An is at this moment, how lively the wine table is.

Director He, who had been refusing to let go just now, took the initiative to suggest to Zhao's father: next time he sits in the manor, invite friends who are in charge of agricultural work to have dinner together, and then we can talk about it.

Although there was a lot of helplessness and displeasure in his heart, Father Zhao had no choice but to agree.Then a table of people continued to toast and stagger.

"Dad, I'll go out and have a rest first."

Zhao An walked out of the room, breathing in the less noisy air, and his mind was a little more awake.Zhao An wanted to find a place to rest quietly, but he still had things to do.

When he came to the front desk, Zhao An asked the front desk to settle the bill. Looking at the long receipt and the exaggerated numbers on it, Zhao An didn't say a word and just swiped the card to pay the bill.

"Sir, do you need to drive or?"

The staff at the front desk didn't finish the second half of the sentence, but Zhao An knew it well and said:

"I'm only responsible for paying the money. Let's follow Director He's rules."

The reception fee needs to be reimbursed by the police, and now Zhao An has settled the bill and left the police, and the twists and turns are self-evident.

After solving this matter, Zhao An didn't take too much rest outside, so he went back to "Yueyin Tower".

Seeing Zhao An's return, Zhao's father immediately understood, and whispered to the former staff of China Merchants in charge of back office:

"Tonight's account has been settled, and I will trouble Director Qian to check it later."

Director Qian, who knew the song well, said with a smile, "It's a small matter."

This is indeed a "trivial matter", and I dare not even bother Mr. He, who is sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.But Director He is also an old Jianghu, so he knew what happened right away.

At this time, the table was already covered with cups and plates, and everyone got up and walked out of the restaurant under the signal of Director He.This was only the first half, Director He has already enthusiastically pulled Zhao's father, ready to continue playing at KTV.

It is easy to negotiate things when you are happy to talk and sing. This is the wine table culture in China.

Looking at the flushed Zhao An, Father Zhao said directly:

"Okay, you go back first."

But this time Director He finally became a man, and said to his driver: "Xiao Zhou, take Mr. Zhao home first. The young man still needs to practice. A little wine won't do."

You already have face, but it would be troublesome to take another drunk person with you.

My mind is dizzy, like the pain of a cold.Zhao An could only agree. At this time, he is likely to make some low-level social mistakes.

Fortunately, the driver didn't come to the table to eat, otherwise Zhao An would have to find a way to evade Director He's "good intentions".

In Shashi in June, it was hot and humid. After returning to the hotel, Zhao An was covered in sweat, so he suppressed his drunkenness and went to the bathroom, preparing to take a shower before going to bed.

Zhao An, who is a complete rookie when it comes to drinking, doesn't know that he can't take a bath when he's drunk.

Under the stimulation of the hot water, the alcohol quickly flowed through the whole body, and the alcohol surged up, making the brain more drowsy.

After coming out of the bathroom, Zhao An wiped his hair and fell down on the bed.

Sometimes drunkenness is a very contradictory state. The brain is dizzy because of alcohol, but it is uncomfortable and sober.

Moto Mora's distinctive ringtone suddenly rang, and Zhao An picked up the phone to check. At 21:00, it was indeed Ji Jiashu who called.

Usually, the two are used to making a phone call before going to bed, chatting about the work and life of the day, the inspiration when playing the piano, and sometimes even just interesting things they saw on the road. The two of them share each other's lives like this.

"An An!"

An excited voice came from the microphone, and Zhao An knew that Ji Jiashu must be smiling.

He also wanted to respond to Ji Jiashu's enthusiasm, but his brain was about to explode, so he could only answer one word in a muffled voice:

"Ah."

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Ji Jiashu's voice suddenly became anxious.

Some people are so sensitive, they can hear your abnormality from a single word.But Ji Jiashu's sensitivity is only aimed at Zhao An.

"I drank a little wine, and I'm not used to it."

Because of the recent cold limbs, his body was warmed by Ji Jiashu's concern, and Zhao An did not hide his discomfort.

Because Zhao An knew very well that if he didn't speak clearly, Ji Jiashu would be even more anxious.

"If you're not feeling well, go to sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

"It's okay, let's talk, I won't be able to sleep for a while."

"Then I say, you listen."

"Ah."

"Today I also wrote the second song. I am very satisfied, but it is still an old rule, and I can't tell you for the time being. Let me tell you, this time the inspiration comes from Bach's "A Cappella Suite". Are you I think it's amazing, obviously there is no related track, but it just makes me full of inspiration..."

Ji Jiashu babbled on the other end of the phone, unlike before he would stop and wait for Zhao An's answer.

After talking for a few minutes, Ji Jiashu heard the breathing on the other end of the phone gradually weaken, and Ji Jiashu whispered:

"An'an? Are you asleep?"

After confirming that there was no response from the other party, Ji Jiashu hung up the phone with satisfaction.

Originally, Ji Jiashu was also ready to go to bed, but suddenly Ji Jiashu was overwhelmed with inspiration, and the lyrics and melody came out of his mind uncontrollably.

Ji Jiashu immediately went to the piano, played softly, wrote down the main melody, and wrote down the lyrics about Zhao An at the same time.

A person's inspiration for writing music and lyrics often comes from his life and his emotions, so people with unfortunate feelings can write songs that make people feel like a knife.

Ji Jiashu just said that some of his inspiration for writing songs came from classical music, but what Ji Jiashu did not say was that he was more inspired by Zhao An when writing songs.

Aside from his parents, the person who occupied the most time of his life and occupied his joys, sorrows and joys.

The next day, before dawn, Zhao An woke up from the pain and patted his head. Zhao An decided that it would be better to avoid alcohol in the future.

Zhao An wandered around Shashi all morning by himself. Father Zhao took Liu Xi and the others to KTV to continue socializing last night, and he didn't get up all morning.

"Father, that Chief He agrees with our suggestion?"

In front of the father and son, each had a bowl of white porridge, and then served it with a small plate of kimchi. This kind of refreshing side dish was what he and the others wanted.

"Most of them agreed. In terms of agricultural policy, he still insisted on asking the agricultural leaders in the market to talk with him. It's too obvious what he has in mind, hey."

In fact, there are some things that Zhao's father is unwilling to do, and there is a red line in both of them's hearts.

That's why Director He deliberately made things difficult. Otherwise, many things would not be so troublesome. After all, Zhao's father's project is absolutely beneficial to Shashi and has no disadvantages.

"Let's do this for the time being. Anyway, things can start at the branch. The next entertainment will trouble you. I still won't go with you."

Zhao An took a spoon and stirred the porridge in the bowl as if nothing had happened. He didn't look directly at Father Zhao at all, so he let his father go to sing and sing every night.

What else can Father Zhao say?He didn't want Zhao An to drink last night because he felt that Zhao An was underage, and he didn't expect Zhao An to drink just one glass.

Thinking of him, Zhao Yuejin is still half a Jiuxian, and his son must have inherited it from his mother.

Hey, I can't say this in front of my son's mother.