"Do you have a problem with me?"
Du Rong had never been to Lin Chaoyang's house except once when he moved. He came here early this morning. He must have something to do with him.
Du Rong said: "Director Xie Jin Xie called the museum and asked you to visit Gansu in the next two days. He has already chosen the filming location for "Wrangler"."
Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Okay, I understand. I'll call him back later."
Today is the last day of Lin Chaoyang's vacation. I have to treat award-winning writers to dinner, so I can only call Xie Jin back at work tomorrow.
After Du Rong left, Lin Chaoyang continued to be busy. Not long after, award-winning writers arrived one after another.
Except for a few award-winning writers who had other important matters and were too senior to come, almost everyone came today. Everyone's first reaction when they entered the house was to be surprised by Lin Chaoyang's house.
The decoration of overseas Chinese apartments is not luxurious, but at this time, it is definitely better than the tube buildings and apartment buildings in most cities in China, and the area is far beyond the living standards of ordinary families.
Among the many writers present, there were many in their forties or fifties, with high professional titles and ranks, but their living quarters were not as good as those of Lin Chaoyang's family.
"It's a good thing that Chaoyang's family has such a big place, otherwise we wouldn't be able to accommodate so many people." Li Tuo said.
Feng Jicai said with a smile: "Their home is specially prepared for entertaining guests."
"He bought another courtyard house. I think that place is more suitable for entertaining guests."
Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone present was inevitably surprised.
Is there a house? Or a courtyard?
This Lin Chaoyang, at such a young age, is really earning a lot of royalties!
Lu Yao looked at Lin Chaoyang who was busy in the kitchen with envy. He was young, talented, and could earn royalties. Such a life was really enviable!
He is a person who likes to spend money, but unfortunately he does not earn as much as he spends, and often cannot make ends meet.
Today, more than twenty people came to Lin Chaoyang. Four or five people with cooking skills came to the kitchen to help, while the rest were scattered in groups in the living room and study room, chatting casually.
Everyone was sitting or standing, some were holding cigarettes in their hands, some were nibbling the melon seeds Lin Chaoyang had prepared for everyone, and some were talking at length.
When it was almost twelve o'clock, plates of delicious food were served on the table.
Dry-fried mandarin fish, sliced ​​pork belly, braised lion head, chicken stewed with mushrooms, spicy diced chicken, deep-fried double crispy...
For lunch today, Lin Chaoyang used his special skills. In the past few days, everyone collected a lot of money and tickets. If we went out to eat in a restaurant, it would definitely not be so rich, but we used the money and tickets to buy ingredients.
It's naturally much more affordable to do it yourself.
There were many people here today, and there were two tables at home, each with eight dishes. Except for two dishes, they were vegetarian, and the rest were all meat dishes.
After the last dish was served, Lin Chaoyang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to everyone: "The hospitality was not good!"
Jiang Zilong is from Tianjin and he is a bold man. He laughed loudly and said: "If this means that the hospitality is not good, then what will we eat in the restaurant in the future?"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed and echoed.
Li Tuo raised his wine glass and said, "Come on, let's all toast to today's chef and thank Chaoyang for all his hard work for us!"
Everyone raised their glasses and drank the wine in one gulp.
"Let me try Chaoyang's cooking." Deng Youmei has become good friends with Wang Zengqi and Lin Jinlan, so he naturally has some experience in eating. He first picked up a piece of chicken gizzards fried in oil and double crispy.
"Hmm~ It's tender and crispy, and the heat is just right."
"Chaoyang's dry-fried mandarin fish is a masterpiece!" Li Tuo took a bite of the fish and stuffed it into his mouth.
Everyone used their chopsticks to taste the dishes in front of them. After eating, they couldn't help but nod in approval. The taste was indeed good, at least not inferior to that of chefs in ordinary restaurants.
The key is that Lin Chaoyang is a writer, which makes it even more divisive.
"Chaoyang's craftsmanship is truly unparalleled!"
"His cooking skills are probably unique among our writers!"
There was nothing to eat, and everyone's mouths were busy, and they spoke highly of Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills.
As writers, most people are talkative. With good wine and delicious food on the table, many people's chat boxes are also open.
Among the writers who came today, Jiang Zilong, Zhang Kangmei, and Ye Wenling were all students of the fifth period of the Institute of Literature. Lin Chaoyang had given them a class before, and the three of them got together to chat.
Chen Rong, Deng Youmei, Feng Jicai, Wang Meng and several writers from Yanjing were relatively close to each other. Lu Yao and Jingfu were all writers from Shaanxi. There were also several writers from other provinces, Han Shaogong, Lu Wenfu and others, who gathered with them to chat.
There were more than twenty people at two tables chatting in groups of three or five. The living room was noisy. After drinking a few glasses of wine, the sound became louder and louder.
Wang Meng is in his forties this year. He always smiles with everyone he sees and speaks in a humorous manner. He drank some wine and joked: "Chaoyang has contributed to our Chinese literary world!"
Li Tuo next to him asked: "Where does power come from?"
Wang Meng pointed his hand to the table, "Look! This is from Yanjing, Shanghai, Tianjin, Shaanxi... except when the literary representatives meet, when have people in our literary world come together like this? It is said that literati come together.
Yes, but today, with the help of good wine and delicious food, we can gather together and talk about life and literature regardless of status, age and region. Isn't it wonderful?"
"That's a good thing to say. To this, let's have a drink together!"
Li Tuo has always been a person from all over the world. When he called, everyone immediately raised their wine glasses. Because of his and Wang Meng's actions, the atmosphere of the banquet became completely lively.
After drinking, Li Tuo continued: "I think from now on, when writers and friends from other places come to Beijing, they will have to come to Chaoyang's house to pay their respects to the pier and recognize the door."
Lu Yao laughed and said, "That's a good suggestion! When I enter Beijing, I won't go to the editorial office first, but come here to have a meal first."
Sitting next to him, Lu Wenfu, like Deng Youmei, has always been known as a "good eater". He was very happy after eating Lin Chaoyang's food today.
"I heard that the Chaoyang family has a reputation as 'Xunweizhai'. This is a great name!
Hey, I just need to write a poem."
After hearing Lu Wenfu's words, everyone looked at him, and Lu Yao asked curiously: "How do you say that?"
"Where can I find the fairy music in the sky? I can find the best taste in the world here!" Lu Wenfu read out a poem while shaking his head, his expression was quite intoxicating.
Everyone heard this and immediately shouted.
"good!"
"color!"
Li Tuo raised his wine glass excitedly again, "Brother Wenfu, this sentence really makes sense!"
Everyone raised their glasses in response and took a swig of the wine.
"happy!"
Li Tuo added: "Brother Wenfu, this poem is good. I think it should be written down at the door of Chaoyang's house."
Everyone immediately agreed, "This is a good idea!"
"I remember seeing pens, ink, paper and inkstones in the study." Jiang Zilong was the most active, getting up and going to grind and lay paper.
Lin Chaoyang's family did have paper and pen. Under the influence of Tao's father, he would occasionally splash ink at home, but his skills were not up to par, so he immediately stopped Jiang Zilong.
"No, no, no, my house is not a restaurant."
"What does it matter? At worst, you won't post it after you finish writing it, but you can't disturb everyone's enjoyment, right?"
Li Tuo has more than 20 people behind him, giving him full confidence.
Jiang Zilong was a man of action. He said he was going to grind and lay paper and he went right away. Everyone didn't care about eating or drinking at the moment, so they all got up and went to the study.
When Jiang Zilong finished grinding, everyone suddenly discovered a problem, who would write this word?
Everyone present was a writer, but not many were good at calligraphy. Li Tuo shouted: "Da Feng!"
Feng Jicai, who was standing at the back of the crowd, was called in. Li Tuo said, "Da Feng is a master of calligraphy and painting, and his cooking skills are no worse than Chaoyang's. Let him write."
Everyone readily agreed.
Encouraged by everyone, Feng Jicai stroked his pen and the poem fell on the paper in an instant.
"Okay!" Everyone cheered again, "Da Feng's handwriting is really good!"
Wang Meng coaxed: "This character must be hung up. Not only must it be hung up, it must also be made into a plaque."
"Lao Wang's idea is good. This is proof of our gathering. If word spreads, it will become a legend in the literary world." Li Tuo said excitedly.
After hearing this, everyone thought the idea was a good one.
Deng Youmei stood up and said: "I know Liulichang well, leave this matter to me!"
"Okay, okay, do your best, let's all join in the great event!" Wang Meng clapped his hands.
The atmosphere was heightened to this point, and everyone else applauded, as if everyone had really done something great.
Seeing a group of half-drunk drunkards talking nonsense and having fun in his home, Lin Chaoyang couldn't laugh or cry.
Everyone's nonsense brought today's banquet to a climax. They went back to eat and drink, with gay men holding hands and lesbians holding hands and touching their faces.
It was not until the afternoon that the food was gone and not a drop of wine was left, so the group reluctantly got up.
Before leaving the house, a group of people shook hands with Lin Chaoyang one by one to say goodbye and expressed their sincere thanks.
"Chaoyang, thank you for your hospitality. When I come to Beijing in the future, I will definitely come to your house to pay homage to the dock!"
Lin Chaoyang really wanted to say, you don't have to pay homage to this pier, but it was a pity that everyone was so kind, so he could only cater to everyone with a stiff face. He had already thought about the scene that would be like watching flowers at home in the future.
More than an hour later, Tao Yushu returned home and opened the window due to the smell of tobacco and alcohol in the house.
"How many smokers are here?"
Tao Yushu didn't hate the smell of cigarettes. Tao's father smoked and so did Lin Chaoyang, but the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the house today was really too strong.
"All of them are old smokers and never leave their smoking cigarettes." Lin Chaoyang said.
She went to the kitchen to take a look again, and it was quite clean. They had been cleaned up before everyone left.
She walked around each room again and found that they were well maintained. When she walked to the study room, she suddenly saw the calligraphy on the desk.
"Where can I find the fairy music in the sky, and the best taste in the world?" She muttered in a low voice and asked Lin Chaoyang: "Who wrote this?"
"Lu Wenfu's poem was written by Feng Jicai."
Tao Yushu couldn't help but laugh, "You had a good meal, and it was very poetic."
The couple were talking when they heard someone knocking on the door. Lin Chaoyang went to open the door.
It turned out that Deng Youmei had left and returned. Lin Chaoyang introduced him and Tao Yushu to each other and asked, "Why are you back again?"
"Where's Da Feng's calligraphy?"
"You really want to do it!"
"How can it be false?"
Deng Youmei went to the study, rolled up his writing, and left. Tao Yushu asked, "What did he do with that writing?"
Lin Chaoyang recounted the commotion that everyone had made during the meal. Tao Yushu chuckled and said, "Actually, it seems quite good to do this."
"What's so good? It's just the door of our unit. That thing hanging on the door is nondescript."
Tao Yushu had an idea, "You can hang it in the courtyard!"
Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang hesitated for a moment, it was a good idea.
Chapter completed!