() Found the way home!

"Mr. Chen is really a beautiful woman in the golden house." As soon as Liang Hui finished speaking, Tan Weiwei laughed: "That's right, I just wanted to say that I'm afraid of abrupt and beautiful woman, so you're just going to be direct."

"Sister Hui, you will laugh at me." Qin Mohan hugged Liang Hui's arm with a shy face, glared at the side and followed the fun Talk Weiwei.

Liang Hui rushed over to participate in a brand endorsement event in the morning. She did not announce in the afternoon and the plane flew to Shanghai at around 10 o'clock in the evening. At this time, she came here to see Qin Mohan as a relaxing afternoon.

Chen Tanting the kitchen to prepare lunch, Qin Mohan came to the main entrance to greet Liang Hui in person. Tang Yuan put down Liang Hui, gave her the script that Qin Mohan needed, and left.

Liang Hui was like Tan Weiwei. She was shocked when she entered the inner courtyard through the second gate from the front yard. As an old Yanjing native, she understood the value of this yard better.

"Here you." Hearing the conversation between several people, Chen Fang came out of the kitchen. Looking at Chen Fang who was surrounded by apron and rolling up his sleeves, Liang Hui said to Qin Mohan even more enviously: "We can only taste Boss Shen's cooking by herself today."

"Haha, am I considered the hall and the kitchen?" Chen Fang heard Liang Hui's words and laughed at him, which made Qin Mohan roll his eyes.

"Sister Hui, let's ignore him and let him go to work on his own. I'll take you to visit." Qin Mohan's face was full of pride and could not hide it.

"Okay, let's eat ready-made ones today. Xiao Yezi, please serve them well." Liang Hui called Chen Fang's nickname mischievously.

Seeing the little Shiba Inu running over when she heard the sound, Liang Hui reached out and copied it: "Wow, you still have a puppy here, Weiwei, look, it smiles so cutely."

"It's called Mocha, I just adopted it." Qin Mohan introduced.

"Um... Um... so cute, even more cute than my Xibao. I want to raise a dog." Liang Hui picked it up and shook it a few times. Xiao Mocha also cooperated and showed a smile.

"It's really worthy of being a yard worth 400 million yuan. It's such a luxury. When we were young, we were able to squeeze into a yard that was only half as big as this. It's a waste to live with you two now." Liang Hui couldn't help but sigh all the way to the backyard.

"Wow, this is Chen Shao's studio. Can he play so many instruments?" Tan Weiwei looked at Chen Fang's instrument display room and was also shocked by his talent.

"It should be used, I have heard him play it." Qin Mohan asked the two to sit down, "including this African hand drum. Last time he beat the African song while humming. Although he couldn't understand it, the rhythm was so good that people unconsciously wanted to twist."

"Oh, so, how to beat this drum, I'll try it." Liang Hui looked at the colorful drum body and liked it. She put the dog on the ground and let it play by itself. She reached out and hit it a few times. Different positions had different sound rhythms. The dog followed the rhythm and circled around the drum, which felt very fun.

Tan Weiwei was not very interested in African drums, but was envious of several guitars placed in the piano case. After asking Qin Mohan for permission, she opened the first guitar and her eyes could not move. This was a brown-red 18-inch "New Yorker New Yorker" jazz guitar. The signature of "John D'Angelico" on the guitar panel shocked her. This should be a guitar made by the famous American piano master "John De Angelico" in the 1950s and 1960s. She had just seen the pictures in the magazine, but she didn't expect the real thing to appear in front of her.

"Wow, it's really the best." Tan Weiwei couldn't help but exclaim.

"This is a purely handmade guitar. I spent 60,000 US dollars to buy in New York. I have a few better guitars here. I will give them to you in the afternoon to try it out." A deep voice came from behind, introducing the origin of this piano to Tan Weiwei, and then turned to Liang Hui and Qin Mohan who were beating the drums and said, "Mo Mo, don't play anymore. Wash your hands and prepare to eat, and try my skills."

Chenfang made simple home-cooked dishes, fried chicken feathers, celery lily, garlic sprouts and bacon, cumin mutton, Hangzhou pepper beef, Jingshu shredded pork, plus a gastronomy pigeon soup that has been simmered in an electric stew pot since the morning.

"Well, it's delicious." Tan Weiwei was not polite and tasted several dishes separately: "Why didn't you know you had this skill before?" Liang Hui used to be a passerby in Shanghai and knew his skills. When she heard Tan Weiwei's feelings, she showed a playful smile at Qin Mohan.

"I'm used to being alone and don't want to treat myself badly, so I have to learn to cook." Chen Fang said lightly.

"Mo Mo, Liang Hui, try it. This bacon was brought by Weiwei today. It smells so good! Weiwei, I didn't expect the bacon you have in your place to be so authentic." Chen Fang said the bacon more heavily to show his gratitude.

"Every family of cured bacon is marinated with local pork, and the taste is very good. If you like it, I will ask my hometown to bring you more." Tan Weiwei responded happily.

"No need to be so troublesome. We only have Mo Han and I have dinner. This time you bring you enough for half a year." Chen Fang took a bowl to Qin Mo Han beside him and served a bowl of pigeon soup: "Come on, don't just eat vegetables, drink some soup. This soup has been stewed for all morning to nourish your body. You can drink some too. This is the authentic wild Gastrodia elata that others gave me."

After a few girls remembered their promise to lose weight after a meal, they took the initiative to take the job of washing dishes to increase their exercise. They could also come out empty-handed and rest for a while.

"It's so full. I haven't eaten so much for a long time." Liang Hui lies on the sofa in Shen Fang's studio, rubbing her stomach and screaming.

Qin Mohan also looked worried, "I also found that I was trying to grow fat recently, so I was really worried."

Only Tan Weiwei smiled heartlessly: "Haha, everyone is competing to be idol stars. For example, we singers don't have this concern."

Chen Fang came from the front yard and took a box of simple tea leaves in packaging: "Come and try it, the authentic Mingqian Longjing, I just sent it." Since the last time he said he liked Longjing, Chen Hui made people pay attention. This year, Longjing was just frying, so he sent someone to send him some.

After taking the packaging, the Longjing tea leaves inside are green and transparent, with uniform and shiny leaves, and the fragrance in the tea leaves is sweet. Take out four transparent glass cups and cool the boiled water for a while. The tea leaves are in water at about 90 degrees, and the buds and leaves are stretched, floating and sinking in the water, bright green and beautiful, giving people a natural and pure feeling. Distribute three of them to a few people and take a sip. The taste is sweet and delicious, and the mouth is soft and fragrant, giving people a fresh and natural feeling.

"This tea tastes so good." Although Qin Mohan doesn't know tea, he can still taste the extraordinary ones.

"This tea leaves are probably worth tens of thousands of yuan per kilogram." Liang Hui couldn't help but exclaim, looking at the tender green leaves in the glass cup.

"It's not that expensive. My sister and the others have a tea garden in Hangzhou. They only need to find people to breed and pick them up, so they only need to spend personal labor."

"Mo Han, are you sitting here with Liang Hui reading books, surfing the Internet, or playing music with us?" Chen Fang asked.

"Sister Hui, what about you? Are you reading books or watching them play music?"

"What books are there?" Liang Hui didn't know much about musical instruments and didn't have much interest in studying.

"Chen Fang, where did you tell me the book you told me in the morning? Where did you put it?" Qin Mohan suddenly remembered Bob's story.

"Oh, you said "The Standed Cat Bob". Shen put it in the bookcase and searched it out: "There is only the English version, and there is no translation of this book in China."

"I look down on our sisters. We are authentic undergraduate students." Liang Hui said with some dissatisfaction in her tone: "We have read a lot of original English books."

"That's right, we have passed the English CET-4 and CET-6 at least." Qin Mohan followed and agreed.

"Oh, I was wrong, can't I be wrong? I'm too much, I'll just give you the French ones next time." Chen Fang clasped his hands together and begged for mercy to the two angry women. We couldn't afford to offend us, so we pulled Tan Weiwei, who was watching the fun, and went straight to the music room next door.

"What story does this book tell?" Liang Hui picked up the book and looked at the photo of an orange cat on the cover. Qin Mohan, who has always loved to pet cats, asked.

"This is the personal experience of a friend he met while traveling in Europe..." Qin Mohan told Liang Hui the story of James Bowen that Chen Fang told him in the morning.

"Oh, when I picked up my Xibao, I was at the low point in my life. At that time, I was criticizing me on the whole network, saying that I had poor acting skills, relying on selling my looks and rumor. Anyway, I was really unable to stand up during that period." Liang Hui couldn't help but sigh when she thought of her original situation. Qin Mohan reached out and held her slightly trembling hand. Even though it had been several years since the incident, Qin Mohan could still feel how helpless she was at that time. "Even Jia Jia advised me to be soft-hearted, and in front of netizens and media. Let me make a clarification before. Later, I met Xibao while filming in Hengdian. You don’t know how thin it was. It was only two or three months old, thin and small, hiding in a box next to a trash can, and I was dying. When I saw it, I was as helpless as I saw myself." Liang Hui took the tissue handed over by Qin Mohan and wiped the red corners of her eyes: "Later I adopted it and named it Xibao. In the end, it survived tenaciously, and I survived."

"When people are at the trough of their lives, they must find a spiritual pillar, otherwise they will easily go astray." Qin Mohan sighed, and remembered the lyrics of Chen Fang that made her heart hurt. I wonder if she could become his pillar.
Chapter completed!