Official Immortal

Hearing Chen Taizhong's question, Yin Jinghua glanced at him warily, "You have said that you don't care, what do you mean by asking?"

"I just want to know if it's Tiannan's business," Chen Taizhong replied lightly.

He was able to intervene, and left a place where the deputy hall lived and lived, and only the rock where Tiannan and Huang Hexiang were located, but if it was a rock, it would be more convenient for Lao Yin to speak.

"It's not Tiannan," Yin Jinghua shook his head, then glanced at him again, "If it's Tiannan, do you care?"

"If it's Tiannan, I will also dismount the secretary of the municipal party committee," Chen Taizhong sneered.

In fact, if it happened in Bikong, he would also be willing to crook his mouth in front of Mengyi--but he couldn't say this to Yin Jinghua, it was too taboo.

The next moment, his back chilled, and he broke out in a cold sweat: In fact, the buddies are not much better than the secretary of the municipal party committee. Married women, the buddies are also contaminated by several. Zhang Xin and Dong Feiyan are not mentioned, Lei Lei didn't mention the different dreams in the same bed, at least Li Yuntong...should not be, although the silly sister's family is also in crisis, although she took the initiative the first time.

Of course, as for Zhang Mei, it was Pang Zhong who wanted to murder him first. He was revenge. This can be skipped.

But in the next moment, he was at ease. The buddies were not so unbearable. At least Li Yuntong’s husband Zhang Qiangruo also has this kind of perverted hobby. I will definitely not protect him. Even if he is not ruthless, he will not dare to do it in the future. .

To put it bluntly, after the secretary of the municipal party committee slept with his subordinate's wife, he too indulged his subordinates.

My buddies would never do that. Like Yang Xingang's wife Bai Jie, I had a **** and didn't try to do it. In other words, we are noble than others.

But this matter shows. It is still very important to strengthen one's self-cultivation. Chen Taizhong warned himself silently: from a certain angle now, buddy is also an upper beam, so be careful not to affect the lower beam.

"What are you thinking?" Jinghua smiled and asked when he was silent for a long time.

"Doing self-criticism," Chen Taizhong replied solemnly, "I will be more clean and self-conscious in the future."

"Puff," Yin always spouted a little tea from his mouth. No way, I can't help it anymore, "You lie on this bed for about ten people, saying that you are good to be clean?"

"It's all you love me," Chen Taizhong gave him a dissatisfied look. "I am already very restrained."

Jinghua smiled when he saw that he was annoyed, "This matter belongs to Qingjiang."

"Qingjiang," Chen Taizhong nodded. He has no power there, but Wei Minghe has something to do there. Based on the friendship between them, it is probably not a problem to promote a deputy office or to keep the deputy office alive.

It must be pointed out. Although Wei Minghe knew Zou Jue and Shao Guoli, Director Wei and these people were not in the same circle—he and Chen met because of fighting with foreigners at the time.

Well. yīn What Jinghua said, I don't want to care about it because I am sick. It is very debatable. In Chen Taizhong's view, Lao Yin's nausea should be true, but he may not want to stretch out his hand: Ten is out of reach.

yīn always saw him not answering, knowing that he had no hope, so he talked about other things.

After chatting for a while, Chen Taizhong suddenly remembered something. In front of Lao Huang yesterday, he was embarrassed to ask, "Who will enter the next session?"

"Next term?" Yin Jinghua was startled, then laughed, "Second Uncle is joking with you, you don't know, he likes to make fun of people, but it makes you right. He is indeed a zhōngyāng committee member. ."

"Is it still a Meng? It would be strange if there is no zhōngyāng committee member in his family... now is the age of solidification of the class," Chen Taizhong sighed happily, and Mr. Jing said, this process is irreversible. of.

The organization and personnel matters are the catalyst for this solidification process.

"Is this abnormal? You will have a son with Jing Ziling in the future, and you will hope that his starting line will be higher than others," Yin Jinghua replied disapprovingly.

"Son..." Chen Taizhong touched his chin. When he heard such a topic before, he simply ignored it. Although his mother had already started talking about it, he never considered it.

Now that he is about to retreat, he needs to consider this matter. From his original intention, he is not interested in having children, but Lin Ying and Dong Feiyan have expressed more or less interest in this matter. .

And it doesn’t seem to be a bad thing to leave one’s blood in this world. Thinking of seven or eight boys and girls facing all kinds of gangsters, they would beat them mercilessly. If someone couldn’t see it, the children would sacrifice. "My father is Chen Taizhong"'s big killer, think about that scene, it should be fun...

"Too loyal," Yin Jinghua awakened him again, and Yin always smiled and said, "I brought a video camera today to show off the skill of scrambled eggs?"

"It's nothing more than scrambled eggs," Chen Taizhong shook his head dubiously and stood up. "There is no need to go anywhere else, just the kitchen in Nangong."

Jinghua prepared more than one video camera. He brought a small video camera by himself, and a large video camera was next to him. Nangong Mao Mao heard that Chen Taizhong was going to cook scrambled eggs by himself, so he ran over to watch the fun.

Chen Taizhong followed his memorization and beaten the egg mixture and prepared the salt--this time he only beaten four eggs, and the salt was halved as appropriate.

There is a restaurant in the hotel in Nangong. He is not unfamiliar with food. When he saw Chen Taizhong's method of beating eggs, he whispered to Yīn, "This technique...is there a master?"

"I'll talk later," Yin Jinghua replied in a low voice, holding the treasure in his palm and continuing to shoot, but he knew very well in his heart that this question about Nangong Maomao really came to the point. Chen Taizhong's way of beating eggs is just wild. Way.

This is not bragging. Beating eggs looks like a trivial matter, but it is really a basic skill of the kitchen. In the old days of word of mouth, this was a craft that could only be learned by a teacher, an experienced super chef, and even a helper. By the way of beating eggs, you can know whose genre it is.

Chen Taizhong...that's slapstick, he doesn't use his hands to adjust his strength, but his hand speed is extremely fast, the hitting time is extremely long, the egg liquid is very uniform, and he is not a complete layman. As everyone knows, Chen is the least What is lacking is strength.

Then cut the chopped green onion, which also said, someone still behaved in a bad manner, and when the chopped green onion was fragrant, he added a little bit of vinegar to the egg liquid and beat it evenly-that's a little bit, but it's just a little bit.

In the blink of an eye, a plate of hot scrambled eggs came out of the pot, Yin Jinghua held the camera in one hand, and put a chopstick in the other. He chewed a few mouthfuls with his mouth closed, stretched his neck and swallowed, "It's really that smell... "

"I'll try it too." Nangong was a little dismissive, but there was only a scrambled egg around, but the time-honored restaurant master Yinn said so, and he was also interested.

Grabbing a pair of chopsticks and putting the egg into his mouth, he followed the yīn way, chewed twice with his mouth closed, and his eyes opened immediately. After a long time, he stretched his neck and swallowed, and then let out a breath. , Spit out two words, "Admire!"

"I'll try it too," the other cameraman couldn't help it, and he picked up a chopstick to eat. After swallowing, he thought about it and said, "There is a strange feeling... it doesn't seem to be a taste. ."

"You don't understand anything at all," Yīn always gave him a blank look, played back the treasure in the palm again, and then rolled up his sleeves, "Come on, I'll try it too."

"Try it slowly, I'll go out for tea," Chen Taizhong took a cigarette and walked away on his own. He knew very well in his heart that even if you grind the bottom of the pot, you can't fry it. Out of this taste.

Sure enough, after yīn Jinghua frying two dishes, he found that it was impossible. He called two chefs from Sijichūn to figure out how to fry the eggs. During the time, Nangong Maomao's chef also started to use it.

After watching the video, the two chefs of Four Seasons Chun started to use it happily. After a taste of Nangong Maomao, Yīn and Nangong Maomao exchanged glances and shook their heads together.

One of the two chefs was younger and didn't dare to say anything, but the other just spoke directly, "Mr. Yin, scrambled eggs are just like that. When they fry them, they won't be able to pass the gate."

Chen Taizhong's fried eggs are still left, but they are already cold, and the chefs won't try to eat them—the taste has changed. As for returning to the pot, it is even more impossible.

"You'll be **** your lips," Yin always gave him a blank look, then turned and walked outwards, "I'll go to Taizhong and fry another dish."

Mrs. Chen was unwillingly dragged in by him, and solemnly said, "The last time, this afternoon, scrambled eggs again and again."

In seven or eight minutes, the eggs came out of the pot quickly, and the two chefs sneered in their hearts-except that the egg mixture was beaten evenly, nothing else was worth mentioning.

But as soon as the chopsticks went down, the two of them were dumbfounded~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The older one took a sip again and decisively said, "There is something else in it."

"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Chen Taizhong was immediately annoyed. "Pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, eggs, green onions, this is not mine, I just come over and fry it, what can I add?"

Jinghua nodded slightly, he chose to shoot here in Nangong, and he also considered this factor.

"It's not just the smell of eggs at all," the chef is sure of this-I have fried more eggs in my life than you have ever seen. "What do you say?"

"I don't know why, anyway, I'm just such a speculation," Chen Taizhong replied indifferently.

The two chefs thought about it left and right, and they couldn't figure it out. The older one said, "Then I will try again. Can you beat the eggs for me?"

After thinking about it, he only felt that there might be something in the process of beating eggs.

With a cry, Chen Taizhong threw the spatula into the pot, sneered, turned around and walked out, "You actually let me beat you...see if you can."