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A faint aroma emerged from the rice cooker. Jiang Ye sniffed, um, it tasted good.

He had already neatly prepared the exclusive seasonings before. He drained the washed three-yellow chicken, applied cooking wine, stuffed it with onions and ginger, and marinated it for an hour.

There is no casserole, so I have to use a rice cooker instead. Drizzle the marinated chicken with a little oil and wait until it is cooked.

With crisp skin and smooth meat, and strong bone flavor, this salt-baked chicken is one of the signature dishes of Cantonese cuisine and Jiang Ye’s specialty.

"How to make shrimps, spicy?" Gu Chuan was carefully cleaning the shrimp threads.

"It's spicy, but the freshness is gone, and it's boiled shrimp." Jiang Ye said while mixing the colorful noodles. As long as he has this, Yao Xiao, a Northeast veteran, can easily be satisfied.

"Where are the vegetables?" Gu Chuan asked.

Jiang Ye cut the fried tofu into small pieces and ended up with a relatively complicated Hakka dish.

[Dongjiang Yong Tofu], you need to dig a hole in the middle of the tofu and fill it with mushrooms, onion, garlic, minced meat and other condiments.

He put down the knife and looked at Gu Chuan with fierce eyes: "No matter how luxurious the meal is, it cannot be without a plate of boiled cabbage. This is my principle."

"Zhuo Zhuo Zhuo, it's happening again." Yao Xiao heard the sound and walked into the kitchen, followed by Gao Xin, "Sanjin wants the whole fish head chopped with pepper."

Jiang Ye turned around and saw Gao Xin carrying a lot of things: "Okay, I'll be done soon, the chef will be replaced."

The kitchen is not a big place and cannot accommodate so many people.

Gu Chuan brought out the prepared dishes, and Wang Zihao was watching a movie in the living room. The others were busy and busy, but the young master was indifferent, and of course just waited to open his mouth.

Gu Chuan couldn't stand looking at it and sighed softly: "Zi Hao, please clean up the coffee table."

"Hey, okay." Wang Zihao agreed, but couldn't take his eyes off the TV screen.

Jiang Ye and Yao Xiao both came out and sat down, leaving Gao Xin's fish head with chopped pepper on the table.

The four of them chatted for a while, and Jiang Ye watched a movie. It was a movie about this time and space. He suddenly thought that he had never been to a movie theater before, and he would have to experience it one day.

Ten minutes later, all eight dishes were ready.

The five people raised their glasses, and Yao Xiao showed off a small bottle of beer to celebrate their first serious team building.

Gao Xin's fish head with chopped peppers made his final appearance. He was very satisfied with today's performance: "Brothers, try it while it's hot."

"You can win the gold medal in the third year of high school. I'll give it to you!" Wang Zihao picked up a piece of fish and praised it profusely.

He is a native of Beijing and has a very tricky tongue, but he is willing to try any cuisine.

Gao Xin is from Xiangjiang, and this classic steamed fish head with chopped peppers can be regarded as a representative of Hunan cuisine.

The spicy chopped pepper is full of fragrance, and the flavor penetrates into the crystal fish meat just right.

After Jiang Ye tasted it, no wonder Gao Xin had to go to the market to buy fat-headed fish. The meat was indeed thick and tender, and the small amount of soy sauce for the steamed fish was also right.

"It's hidden." Jiang Ye fully affirmed, "I'll order some noodles later, but I didn't make the staple food."

Gao Xin was very proud, his cooking skills were well received, and the aggravation in his chest felt relieved a lot.

If it weren't for Jiang Ye, he should have been on that food show.

Haha, the world has never been fair. Even though he worked hard, he still became the most insignificant and dispensable person in the band.

Why? In what way has he practiced less than others?

Yao Xiao's bass, Gu Chuan's drums, and Wang Zihao's keyboard are all unique, but his electric guitar is not. Just because Jiang Ye can also play, it doesn't matter if the band has him or not.

During this period of time, Gao Xin has always had a deep sense of crisis, fearing that he would be easily replaced one day.

He worked hard to prove himself and prove that he was indispensable, but Jiang Ye was able to suppress him in every aspect.

Jiang Ye even intended to help him and always handled things in a graceful and comfortable manner, which made his self-esteem even more frustrated.

When a person is humbled to the extreme, any kindness seems like a charity.

On the one hand, he couldn't give up this hard-won opportunity to debut, but on the other hand, he had to crawl under Jiang Ye's shadow and continue to survive in the band.

Humility is really more unbearable than failure, and I don't want to face it...

Gao Xin cooked today just to surpass Jiang Ye in cooking skills. As he got his wish, his twisted psychology finally got some satisfaction.

At this moment, I was so excited that I was drinking heavily.

Gao Xin was a little carried away, smiling brightly, filling the empty glass for Jiang Ye, and then asked: "How about it, between the two chefs today, Cantonese cuisine vs. Hunan cuisine, who will win?"

"You win, you win. Today is definitely the victory of Hunan cuisine." Jiang Ye magnanimously picked up the cup and took a few sips.

Yao Xiao immediately defended Jiang Ye: "Cantonese cuisine is not acceptable. The main thing is that there is no casserole today, which affects the performance of the master chef.

Salt-baked chicken and Yong Tau Foo are two major dishes. If you use a rice cooker or an ordinary pot, the taste is a bit different."

"I think you are not allowed to buy a casserole, for fear that Jiang Ye will serve you all kinds of delicious soups in turn." Gu Chuan keenly noticed the subtle changes in Gao Xin's eyes, and turned to tease Yao Xiao.

Yao Xiao placed a palm on Gu Chuan's shoulder: "The one who knows me is Brother Chuan. To be honest, it's me."

"Hahahaha, he is indeed my cousin from Guizhou." Jiang Ye laughed wildly. Gu Chuan is from Guizhou, and he shares the same roots with Guangdong, so his eating habits are familiar to him.

Yao Xiao drank a drink and waved his hand: "To be honest, I have a good impression of Cantonese food, just a little, don't order the medicated clear soup.

Skip this topic, otherwise the big guy next to you will have to give us a performance right away."

"Black-bone chicken soup, squab soup, pork bone soup, oxtail soup, stewed fish tail, stewed teal..." It's okay not to mention it, but Jiang Ye's cross talk is addicted to it.

Wang Zihao clapped his hands and smiled crookedly: "Brother, you are so awesome. With this mouthful, you can just go on stage and show off, no problem!"

Gu Chuan also admired Jiang Ye's Mandarin level, which was much better than his.

Turning his head to pay attention, Gao Xin was obviously using perfunctory tactics. He was probably angry that the attention he had rarely won tonight was transferred to Jiang Ye, and he was in a state of emo.

It's almost 11 o'clock at night, and I've downed a dozen cans of beer.

Jiang Ye left the three of them to spend the night, and Gu Chuan took Gao Xin and Wang Zihao with him on the pretext that he had a personal schedule tomorrow afternoon.

Yao Xiao went to bed after drinking too much. Jiang Ye helped him into the house, put away things in the living room, and was exhausted.

After taking a bath, Jiang Ye was lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone. Suddenly, a call came out and reminded him: "Ms. Xu" - it's my mother, to be precise, my predecessor's mother.

The original owner and his parents got along like friends, which was the kind of family relationship that Jiang Ye envied the most.

His father, Jiang Zhe, likes to wear floral shirts, is bold and unrestrained, and always likes to talk endlessly. Whenever his son participates in a football match, he will shout non-stop from the sidelines, making him a proper passionate dad.

My mother, Xu Nianzhen, comes from a scholarly family. She is a Jiangnan beauty who speaks Wu Nong’s soft language, which contrasts sharply with her husband’s rugged image.

When Jiang Zhe talks endlessly, Xu Nianzhen will smile with admiration or tolerance, and her eyes are gentler than the sunset.

The couple jointly run a Xinglin Medical Clinic in Yangcheng, which was inherited from the martial arts gym originally opened by grandfather Jiang Shiyu.

The name in Jiang Ye's mobile phone address book has not changed, although it was a bit strange at first, after all, he is someone else's parent.

But gradually, he adapted to their concern and felt very lucky.

In his previous life, Jiang Ye was a fast-moving man. When his parents were still alive, they always blamed themselves for his heart problems. When he had some success in his career, his parents had already passed away and died of illness not long ago. The son wanted to support him but he was not there.

Reborn as a human being, having parents again.

The kiss is still there, it feels so good.

He sends messages to his parents on weekdays, and he gradually becomes more comfortable with it, without any need for mental construction.

Now that he was about to answer the phone, he adjusted his breathing and thought that it would be better to just let nature take its course, so he pressed the call button.

"Hey, son, you haven't gone to bed yet? It's a bit late." Jiang Ma's slightly apologetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Ye immediately said: "No, no, what time is it? It's still early for me to go to bed."

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that grandpa is talking about you again today, and your dad is always getting excited when he watches the news. You are so popular, son!" It could be heard that Jiang's mother was also very excited.

Jiang Ye smiled: "With a little fire, I'll give you a long face."

The other person on the phone also laughed, and Mother Jiang warned: "Are you tired? Pay attention to your health when you are busy, don't worry about eating, and don't stay up late all the time."

"I'm not tired. I have lots of energy. Don't worry." Jiang Ye asked again, "Are you really okay?"

Normally, they wouldn't call me at this time, and most of the messages they sent before were during the day.

"Haha, you guessed it." Jiang Ma paused for a moment, "Grandpa has been thinking about you lately, and your dad won't let you tell him.

A while ago, my grandpa was sick and was hospitalized for a few days. Don't worry, it's just an old problem and he has been discharged from the hospital now.

When you are free, come back and have a look. Even if you stay for a day or two, grandpa will be happy, what do you think?"

Jiang Ye's heart sank and he responded: "The album has just been released and I'm busy promoting it, so I might not be able to leave for a while.

Let’s have a video chat with grandpa when it’s convenient, and I’ll go back after a while.”

"Okay, don't be burdened. Grandpa has nothing to do. I just miss you. For now, go to bed early!" Jiang's mother waited for her son to hang up the phone.

"Well, mom, please go to bed early. Good night!" Jiang Ye put down his phone.

The memories of the two lives were entangled, and the family ties were the most difficult to let go of. He had mixed feelings and could not sleep.