The actor he wrote by himself

Before coming, Huo Xiuchi and Guan Che didn't know how to address the question of address.Calling uncle and aunt is calling people old again; calling brother and sister-in-law is another generation.

This is much more difficult than defining Guan Hanming's calling Huo Xiuchi. After all, Guan Hanming calling Huo Xiuchi "brother" is calling people in the direction of youth.

Therefore, the two decisively decided to hand over this problem to their parents.

I got Guan Zhengzhi's answer: He is your friend, he should be called according to his seniority, he should be called uncle and aunt.

That's why Huo Xiuchi didn't just say "Hello" when they meet.

...

Guan Che and the others lived in the old community, which was the earliest elevator apartment at that time. Now the building is old, the elevator is aging, and the car creaks.

"We have lived in this house for more than 20 years, and Guan Che has been here since he was born. Everything is old, Xiao Huo, don't mind." Fan Ling walked in front and opened the door with a few bags, "Welcome to our house Come."

"Where is it, Auntie, it's my pleasure."

Huo Xiuchi entered and looked around. Most of the furniture in their house was old, only the TV was new.Three bedrooms and two living rooms, not too big and not too small, a family of three could not be more suitable.

And after Guan Che left home, there were only two parents in the house.

Huo Xiuchi nodded, and commented: "The old house is good, it feels like memories everywhere."

"That's right, we actually bought a new set half a year ago. After much deliberation, we still can't bear it. Besides, there are no major problems with the house, so we haven't moved it."

Huo Xiuchi casually walked around the living room, saw two photos of Guan Che when he was a child, and secretly took them with his mobile phone.

He didn't mention going to Guan Che's bedroom, after all, he only came as a friend, and it was inappropriate to show an overly enthusiastic curiosity towards Guan Che.

Guan Che was still worried about whether Huo Xiuchi would be embarrassed after meeting his parents, and couldn't find anything to say.

But he soon discovered that his worries were completely unnecessary.

——Huo Xiuchi, I can't say he's good at chatting, I can only say that he can fucking talk.

They sat down to drink tea, and Huo Xiuchi said at the beginning: "Uncle, is he usually busy? I heard from Guan Che that you run a hotpot restaurant."

Good guy, just chatted with Guan Che's parents.From chatting about the macro market to developing dishes, from talking about city characteristics to choosing store locations, Huo Xiuchi can talk about everything.

Guan Zhengzhi originally thought that actors, like his son, might not pay attention to other aspects except acting, but after asking, he found out that Huo Xiuchi also opened a shop, and visited many cities to do market research.

"Hey, I often discuss with my colleagues whether celebrities have a clear understanding of business, investment and other things, and why they only catch milk tea shops and hot pot restaurants. But today Xiao Huo asked me Your eyes are bright, although you may have a dedicated team in charge, but not many of you have your own ideas."

Huo Xiuchi turned the small purple sand cup in his hand: "In fact, many people around us have failed in investing. I am lucky. My classmates in college are investing, and I learned a lot when chatting with them."

Guan Zhengzhi took the initiative to cue Guan Che who was sitting on the sofa with Guan Hanming: "For example, my son has no business skills at all. I guess he will be able to become a teacher in some university in the future."

"When I was chatting with Guan Guan, he said the same thing." Huo Xiuchi said gently, "That's pretty good, he is very talented in theoretical research, and he can be used as a teacher to realize his value. "

Guan Che walked over and refilled them with tea: "I don't know how many years there will be in the future, I just want to talk about it first, there is no sign of horoscope."

Just in time, a piece of tea came out from the spout and flowed into the cup. Huo Xiuchi saw it and said, "Uncle, is this Lu'an Guapian?"

"Xiao Huo actually knows how to taste tea?" Fan Ling sat next to Guan Zhengzhi, her eyes never changed, she wished she could have the word "fan" engraved on her cheek, and now she said in amazement.

Huo Xiuchi said modestly: "I only know a little bit of superficiality. The tea can only taste red and green, but I can't taste the variety. It's just that I just saw the shape of the tea in the cup. The characteristics of the tea in Lu'an Guapian are more obvious."

"I'll testify to this." Guan Che recalled the tea cake in the villa that had not been visited for a long time, and raised the corners of his lips, "Ms. Huo drinks coffee more."

Guan Hanming covered his mouth and curled up on the sofa, his face turned red, and he looked like he was about to faint.

After Guan Che finished speaking, he looked up and saw his parents' puzzled eyes, and quickly explained: "Teacher Huo has a house just next to the dormitory where we record the program. Sometimes he invites me to his house."

"Oh..." Fan Ling recalled that she had seen many times Guan Che and Huo Xiuchi tied up in hot searches, so she couldn't help asking, "How did Xiao Huo and our son know each other?"

So Huo Xiuchi recounted how he saw him on the show five years ago, met him again before the Chinese New Year, and the two became friends.

Then he said: "The two of us will be on a variety show recently, and we will also plan to make a movie together. Maybe in the future, uncles and aunts will see us on the news together more times."

Guan Che chimed in at the right time: "I'm so lucky to have met Mr. Huo. I couldn't believe it the first time he asked me to add him on WeChat."

They recalled the past one after another, and talked about it in a less ambiguous way.

The image of Huo Xiuchi as a "noble man" was completely established in Guan's father and mother's heart.

"Thank you, Xiao Huo." Guan Zhengzhi held Huo Xiuchi's hand enthusiastically, "We, Guan Che, may not have much social experience, and there are some things that need your attention."

"Uncle, he is very smart. You don't have to worry." Huo Xiuchi patted the back of Guan Zhengzhi's hand, "The Zhangqiu iron pot I gave you just now seems to have some kind of boiling process. Usually, you need to use oil to heat the pot. Keep it up, how about I add Uncle a WeChat and send you the teaching video?"

Guan Che: ...Okay, WeChat is here.

The dinner was originally booked at a Chinese restaurant, fearing that Huo Xiuchi would not eat spicy food, after chatting, Guan Zhengzhi decisively decided to take him to eat at his own restaurant.

Not far away, a few of them passed by on foot.

Guan Erge Hot Pot Restaurant is located on a street with a lot of traffic. This street is full of gourmet food, and several well-known domestic milk teas can be found in this area.

The competition is too great.

But Brother Guan occupies five shops here, and there is also a second floor, which shows its status in the local area.

While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, they could smell the rich aroma of butter hot pot.

Guan Che asked, "Dad, since when did the aroma of our house get so strong? You can even smell it while wearing a mask."

"Hey, it's about last year." Guan Zhengzhi pointed to the opposite side of the street, "That's it, opposite our hot pot restaurant, last year opened a maocai restaurant, which is directly operated nationwide, and the business is very good. Fragrance, attracting passers-by to their store, is our strong enemy. Then we had to move out a big pot, and every night at dinner time, we would send a person to stand at the door to stir fry, attracting customers, by the way Put a few lumps of our hot pot ingredients for sale."

Huo Xiuchi and Guan Che looked up in the direction of their fingers - the three fiery red characters were swaying across the street.

Huo, spicy, spicy.

Huo Xiuchi: ...

It’s over.

Kicked the old man's house.

He jerked Guan Che's finger and shook his head at him.

Guan Che understood, and just said with a smirk: "Ah, Huo Lala, this store is also very famous in Yijing."

"I still think the taste is good," Guan Zhengzhi said bitterly, "I even want to sneak into their store to steal the formula."

Fan Ling patted him and said seriously: "Second brother, the three children are all here, watch your words and deeds, don't steal anything."

Guan Che couldn't bear it anymore, and laughed with Guan Hanming.

Guan Zhengzhi and Fan Ling turned their heads and gave them a strange look.

Huo Xiuchi didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and changed the subject: "Does the name of Uncle's hot pot restaurant have anything to do with the name Auntie?"

"Smart, I am the second child at home, and I originally wanted to call it Guan Lao Er Hot Pot Restaurant." Guan Zhengzhi said, "But she likes to call me Second Brother, so I thought about using it to commemorate our love."

Fan Ling glanced at him reproachfully: "It's been so many years, and I still take the trouble to say it."

Guan Che's facial features are more like his mother's. Fan Ling is a beauty and maintains a good figure.When Huo Xiuchi looked at the old photos of his family, the young Guan Zhengzhi was also quite handsome, just... probably because he loves food and drink too much, now he is standing normally, with three folds on the back of his neck, looking silly.

When he said this, he grinned happily, as fat as a dull animal.

Because Huo Xiuchi showed interest in hot pot ingredients in the afternoon conversation, Guan Zhengzhi is also a real person, and he enthusiastically asked Huo Xiuchi to try it as soon as he arrived at the door of the hot pot restaurant.

Huo Xiuchi took the one-meter-long spatula: ...here.

In front of him is an iron pot with a diameter of nearly [-] centimeters, which is larger than the large iron pots used for firewood in the countryside.

The kind that can be stewed by itself when filled with water.

"Dad, Mr. Huo, he hasn't been fired yet. The oil is boiling in this hot pan. You'll burn your hands later." Guan Che was helping to speak.

"Oh, that's right, how about Xiao Huo?" Guan Zhengzhi touched the spatula with one hand, and cast a questioning look at Huo Xiuchi.

Huo Xiuchi thought about the future, and gritted his teeth: "No, uncle, I'm very interested. Let me try."

"Hey, yes, add ten catties of garlic and ten catties of onion. Use your hands to stir and keep the oil in a state of rotation." Fan Ling went in to arrange a private room, Guan Zhengzhi was beside him to guide, and then suddenly called out Shangguan Che, "Come on, son, give Dad a hand."

Guan Che looked down and saw a big stainless steel bowl of glutinous rice cake peppers, bright red, piled up to a point.

Just looking at it, his nose was already itchy, and he wished he could sneeze five times in place to be worthy of the weight of this pot of chili.

He bent down and brought the basin to the stage with Guan Zhengzhi.

"Xiao Huo, stand far away, we're about to pour it down." Guan Zhengzhi directed Guan Che to pour the peppers down. The bright red peppers made a sizzling sound as soon as they touched the butter, and the whole pot of oil boiled and burst into flames. With crispy yellow bubbles, Guan Zhengzhi quickly put five catties of peppercorns and a combination of spices as much as a soup pot.

While directing Huo Xiuchi to continue stirring, he said: "For this chili, you need to use this kind of chili pepper that has been pounded to stimulate the aroma and be spicy enough. We boiled two hundred catties of butter in this pot, and the amount of chili is A quarter of the weight is [-] catties. If it is heavy and spicy, the amount will be doubled."

"No wonder it smells so good." Huo Xiuchi nodded with a smile...he was about to sweat.

"Then you can experience it for a while, and if you don't want to be fired, call the little grandson behind. I'll go up and see the situation first."

After Guan Zhengzhi finished speaking, he came to the door. Seeing that they were the only ones left, Guan Hanming said very perceptively: "Uncle, I will go up with you!"

The screen now becomes——

At the entrance of Guan Erge Hot Pot restaurant, which is bustling and bustling with a little rustic, there is a man wearing a Gucci trench coat and simply wearing a chef apron. He is 188cm tall and well-proportioned. He is also wearing a peaked cap with the G logo. The three-dimensional facial features that cannot be concealed by a mask, and a watch worth a house on his left wrist, are holding a wooden spatula that has been coated by the master chefs, standing in front of a large pot, stirring With the hot pot bottom material that has turned slightly dark red.

And beside him, stood a boy about 182, wearing a simple white sweater and a navy blue fisherman hat, staring at him and talking to him.

In less than 3 minutes, the news that "two handsome guys are frying hot pot ingredients at the door of Guan Erge" spread all over the street, and the sisters who bought milk tea took their numbers and ran away, surrounded by everyone.

There are quite a few people holding their mobile phones to take short videos.

"Look, look, the current competition in the industry, everyone who cooks hot pot needs to find models."

"The baby doesn't study well, and has no skills. When she grows up, she doesn't care how handsome you are. People who cook hot pot even look down on you."

While recording, the aunts passionately dubbed behind the short video.

On the opposite side of Huo Xiuchi were his employees, who were diligently distributing leaflets at the door and looking over here from time to time.

He and others looked at each other several times.

awkward.

They quickly returned the spatula to the professional staff.

Guan Che watched Huo Xiuchi rubbing his somewhat sore wrist with a smile, and teased him in a low voice: "Mr. Huo, are you comfortable?"

Huo Xiuchi lowered his hand, untied his apron, and sighed: "When I bought Zhangqiu iron pot as a gift for our father, I never thought that you said you like stir-fried ingredients, and you used such a big pot."

The author has something to say: Huo Xiuchi: I didn't expect that it would develop like this when I met my parents. [stand hands]

I'm late, [-] red envelopes to compensate everyone, okay?

-感谢在2021-04-1413:04:19~2021-04-1521:48:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ting Ran Ran Ran 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Endrexi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!