This chapter is the addition of the new alliance leader of "Layman" "You stupid"! There are two chapters, this is the first chapter, asking for a monthly ticket, asking for a recommendation ticket......

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Just looking at Wang Bo's "getting it" on the board, his posture of carrying knives like flying, and his incomparably skilled knife work, the last prudent suspicion in Cheng Wenjin's heart disappeared.

"Wang Bo, can't you see it, you often cook at home to help your mother?" Cheng Wenjin, who was standing on the side watching Wang Bo chop vegetables, said with a smile, with surprise and appreciation in his eyes.

Half of his cooking skills come from his grandmother and mother's ears and eyes for more than ten years, but more of it is his own efforts to specialize in the four or five years after marriage in order to pass the boring time and satisfy his appetite, but Wang Bo didn't want to say without thinking about it:

"Yes, Aunt Cheng. When I was a child, my parents had to go out to do farm work, and I couldn't help, so I had to cook diǎn rice at home, fry diǎn dishes, and do what I could. My grandmother used to be a cook in the big collective era; my mother learned all the cooking skills of my grandmother's life, not to mention, and she stole a lot of dishes from the chefs who did red and white ceremonies in the countryside; when I was an old man in the army, I also did the work of a cook in the army, so I was a son, I was taught by my grandmother, mother and father, and I was also delicious, and I like to specialize in some of my favorite dishes and practice them, and the days go by, so well, I have two brushes。 Wang Bo came to Cheng Wenjin and told him about the origin of his cooking skills.

Hearing Wang Bo say this, Cheng Wenjin suddenly realized something.

"It turns out that it is still a family history!" Cheng Wenjin quipped, and suddenly thought that "Zeng's sister-in-law rice noodles" are so popular in the Quartet, and now it has almost become a signboard in the entire Sifang snack industry.

Slicing, shredding, dicing, dicing, chopping...... Stir-fry, flip, dust, shake, shake...... According to the order of the pre-arrangement, in an orderly manner, all kinds of ingredients and various condiments ↗are added to the pot without disorder, dǐng↗diǎn↗ small ↗ talk, .2≥3.o≦s_(); In front of Cheng Wenjin, Wang Bo was like playing magic, threading needles and threads, and interpreting the subtlety of cooking skills like flowing water.

As a housewife for more than ten years, Cheng Wenjin frankly said that for this mess in the kitchen, I can neither talk about how much love I have, but also can't say that I am completely disgusted, many times just because of helplessness, since I have become someone else's wife, since I have such an identity as a mother, I have to take on the responsibility of a housewife, teach my husband and daughter, and cook three meals a day for them. But this does not mean that she herself accepts this qiē from the bottom of her heart, she really loves to go into the kitchen and likes to smell the smoke. Countless times, when she sweated like rain in the kitchen alone, choked with oil smoke and tears, coughing, while her husband crossed Erlang's legs, sitting in the guest reading and drinking tea, her heart will also give birth to countless disgust, depression, and even sadness, feeling that her whole life, in this life, I am afraid that it will be consumed in this endless oil, salt, firewood and rice, and there is no relief, and no one understands.

In the small world of the kitchen, although it belongs to her and is completely controlled by her, Cheng Wenjin can't find any sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. As a Shanghainese, she can't cook Sichuan's dishes, and she doesn't have any background and talent in this area, and it is difficult for her husband and daughter to really appreciate her own fried dishes and cooking.

For more than ten years, she has been able to persist until now without any complaints, but it is just because of the inertia of love and responsibility in her heart. Of course, there are also good tutors who are not lightly complaining and angry. The kitchen, in Cheng Wenjin's view, is just a place to maintain the life of a family, but for itself, she doesn't feel much warmth and something enough to make her proud and self-assured.

Until today, there is suddenly one more that opened her eyes, opened her eyes, and was able to turn decay into magic, turning a door, a kind, seemingly plain ingredients, seasonings, after that pair of wonderful hands cooking, frying, and finally miraculously turned into a plate of flowers, full of color, flavor, and flavor, after a look of delicious delicacies, Cheng Wenjin suddenly felt that the kitchen that used to make her feel like a cage and could not escape suddenly became cute and shining, as if she was poured into some kind of magic by this little guy full of miracles in an instant, magical and wonderful。

It's wonderful!

You little guy, a pair of wonderful hands, can not only write those wonderful hands, but also can not feel any jerky and childish articles, but also can fry a good dish that makes people's appetite move, how many unknown skills and stunts do you have? But now you are only seventeen years old? Literature, music, and now cooking, could it be that you, this little guy, are really a genius with a high level of understanding and a rare encounter in a century?

Seeing Wang Bo come with his own eyes, Cheng Wenjin, who was not messy at all, and was full of confidence to turn ordinary ingredients into magical and delicious dishes, suddenly, almost instinctively, there was a desire to have a good chat with this little guy, to understand him in an all-round way, and to explore all his secrets and skills! In the other party's leisurely stroll, calmly, turning her hands into clouds and covering her hands into rain, she seems to feel a long-lost youth and vitality again, an illusion that she seems to have become younger!

Thinking of what the other party sent her last time, Cheng Wenjin suddenly became interested, and when Wang Bo was stir-frying, she began to ask the other party a series of questions that had surprised and puzzled her recently:

How did he write "The Country Teacher", which is so sophisticated and natural? Even if we don't talk about the imaginative science fiction part that can be explained by imagination, the part about reality, there is no thoughtful observation of real life, there is no deep understanding of the mountain village rooted in the rural land, there is no personal feeling of the cruelty of the real society, and most importantly, how can we write such touching, moving, down-to-earth words that are so touching, moving, down-to-earth, every word, and between the lines?

He's only seventeen years old! His life has just begun, and he should have been a blank slate. However, this blank piece of paper, for unknown reasons and circumstances, was smeared by him early on with a thick and colorful stroke—oh, not one, but three strokes to be exact!

In addition to the other party's incredible creative talent beyond her age, back to the "Country Teacher" itself, Cheng Wenjin also has a lot of interest, such as the characters, plots, ideas and other technical things, she wants to discuss with the other party, and wants to know what the other party thinks, and how she did it! Cheng Wenjin has seen a lot of them in the past ten years, but it is the first time for her to meet the author face-to-face, not only feeling fresh, but also a little excited to meet idols.

Yes, after reading Wang Bo's creation, which made her cry for many years, she only read 2,000 words and began to cry, and after being deeply touched, Cheng Wenjin had already faintly begun to worship the little guy in front of her who she couldn't see through, couldn't understand, and was fascinated all over her body!

Cheng Wenjin is full of words about "Country Teacher", and her undisguised love makes Wang Bo surprised and delighted. He is quite confident in his rewriting of "The Country Teacher", which can be seen from Liao Xiaoqing's reaction. But Liao Xiaoqing is only a middle school student after all, and he is moved, and in his opinion, he is also very superficially moved, and he can't talk about any profound feelings after reading. But Cheng Wenjin is different, people have been in the library for more than ten years, what famous books have they not read? Therefore, to get the undisguised admiration of this "future mother-in-law", Wang Bo is proud and confident in his heart, and his confidence in Liu Chixin's novella masterpiece "The Wandering Earth" and the long-form masterpiece "Three-Body Problem" to be rewritten directly burst to the point of incomprehensible!

After the surprise, it is natural to be humble.

"Aunt Cheng, you have won the prize. I'm just idle, and I watched a lot of science fiction when I was a child, and I have a lot of ideas and experiences.

For a child of your age, it can be described as a miracle that you can write works of this standard! Wang Bo, I think you have a talent that surpasses ordinary people in the course of literature, which is quite rare. Do you have any thoughts about taking the path of literature and engaging in professional writing in the future? Oh - I forgot, you seem to have told me that you have a package for writing, and you are going to write novellas and novellas? ”

At this time, Cheng Wenjin suddenly thought of the first time she met Wang Bo in the library, and this guy told her with great interest that she had a "package plan" for writing about him, which was a short story, a medium story, and a long story, and Cheng Wenjin was dumbfounded and smiled bitterly at that time. At that time, although she was limited to politeness, although she didn't say anything, but she also praised the other party with two words of ambition, but she shouted bad luck in her heart, and met a foolish and neurotic who was not ashamed!

"By the way, Wang Bo, your two articles are enough to be published. Do you have any ideas for publishing?" Cheng Wenjin asked with concern.

"It's been sent to the magazine, Aunt Cheng, on the same day it was sent to you. Wang Bo said with a smile, turning back and winking at Cheng Wenjin.

Wang Bo blinked, Cheng Wenjin immediately remembered the sentence added by the other party on the back of the big envelope, and the smiling face drawn by a colon and parentheses at the back of the words, and couldn't help but smile.

"Which magazine? I'll keep an eye on it then." Cheng Wenjin said with a smile.

"I'm writing science fiction, of course, it's better to vote for "Science Fiction World". ”

"Science fiction is still too niche, Wang Bo, I think the strength of "Country Teacher" is enough to be published in the country's top literary magazines, such as "Harvest", "Contemporary", "October", don't you think about it?"

"Oh, I really didn't think about it......"

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