Literary Master 1978.

Chapter 205 The best food in the world

"What's up?"

Except for coming once when moving, Du Rong had never been to Lin Chaoyang's house. She came here early this morning, so she must have something to talk to him about.

Du Rong said, "Director Xie Jin called the museum looking for you and asked you to go to Gansu in the next two days. He has already chosen the filming location for The Shepherd."

Lin Chaoyang nodded, "Okay, I understand. I'll call him back later."

Today is the last day of Lin Chaoyang's vacation. As he has to treat award-winning writers to a meal, he can only call Xie Jin back after work tomorrow.

After Du Rong left, Lin Chaoyang continued to work. Not long after, the award-winning writers arrived one after another.

Except for a few award-winning writers who had other important matters or were too old to come, almost everyone came today. Everyone's first reaction when they entered the door was to be surprised at Lin Chaoyang's house.

The decoration of the 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 also far beyond the living standards of ordinary families.

Among the many writers present, many were in their forties or fifties, with high professional titles and levels, but the accommodation they received was nowhere near as good as Lin Chaoyang's.

"Fortunately, Chaoyang's place is big, otherwise there would be no space for 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, and I think that place is more suitable for entertaining guests."

Listening to the conversation between the two, everyone present was inevitably surprised.

Still have a house? Or a courtyard house?

Lin Chaoyang, although he is still young, earns a lot of money from his writings!
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 loves to spend, but unfortunately he doesn't spend as much as he earns, and he often spends more than he earns.

Today, Lin Chaoyang brought more than twenty people. Four or five of them who had cooking skills came to the kitchen to help, and the rest of them were scattered in the living room and study room in groups of three or five, chatting casually.

Everyone was sitting or standing, some were smoking, some were eating the melon seeds that Lin Chaoyang had prepared for everyone, and some were talking at length.

At almost twelve o'clock, plates of delicious food were served on the table.

Deep-fried mandarin fish, braised pork slices, braised lion's head, stewed chicken with mushrooms, spicy chicken cubes, fried double crispy...

Lin Chaoyang used his best cooking skills for this lunch. A few days ago, everyone had collected a lot of money and coupons. If they had gone out to eat at a restaurant, it would definitely not be so sumptuous, but using this money and coupons to buy ingredients and cook it themselves would naturally be much more economical.

There were many people coming today, so we set up two tables at home, with eight dishes on each table. Except for two vegetarian dishes, the rest were all meat dishes.

After serving the last dish, Lin Chaoyang wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to everyone, "I'm sorry for the poor service!"

Jiang Zilong was from Tianjin and was a bold man. He laughed out loud and said, "If we all say that the hospitality is not good enough, then what are we going to eat in the future?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone laughed and agreed.

Li Tuo raised his glass and said, "Come on, let's toast to today's chef and thank Chaoyang for all his hard work for us!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them all.

"Let me try Chaoyang's cooking." Deng Youmei was able to become friends with Wang Zengqi and Lin Jinlan, so he naturally had some experience in eating. He first picked up a piece of fried chicken gizzards.

"Mmm~ tender and crispy, cooked to perfection."

“The deep-fried mandarin fish in Chaoyang is a real delicacy!” Li Tuo took a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

Everyone picked up their chopsticks and tasted 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 the chefs in ordinary restaurants.

The key point is that Lin Chaoyang is a writer, which makes it even more special.

"Chaoyang's cooking skills are really amazing!"

"His cooking skills are probably unique among our writers!"

While eating, everyone's mouths were busy and they highly praised Lin Chaoyang's cooking skills.

Most writers are talkative, and when wine and delicious food are served, many people start to talk.

Among the writers who came today, Jiang Zilong, Zhang Kangmei and Ye Wenling were all students of the fifth session of the Institute of Literature. Lin Chaoyang had taught them a class before, and the three of them got together to chat.

Chen Rong, Deng Youmei, Feng Jicai, Wang Meng and other Yenching writers are close to each other. Lu Yao and Jing Fu are both writers from Shaanxi. There are also several writers from other provinces such as Han Shaogong and Lu Wenfu who get together to chat with them.

There were more than 20 people at two tables chatting in groups of three or five. The living room was noisy. After a few drinks, the noise became louder and louder.

Wang Meng is in her forties. She smiles and speaks humorously. After drinking a little, she jokingly said, "Chaoyang has made great contributions to the Chinese literary world!"

Li Tuo beside him said, "Where does the merit come from?"

Wang Meng pointed to the table and said, "Look! People from Beijing, Shanghai, Tianjin, Shaanxi... Except for the Writers' Congress, when have we ever had so many people in the literary world gather together? It is said that writers look down on each other, but today, with good wine and good food, we gather together to talk about life and literature regardless of identity, age and region. Isn't it a pleasure?"

"That's a good point. Let's have a drink together for this!"

Li Tuo has always been a man of many hearts. When he called out, everyone immediately raised their glasses. The atmosphere of the banquet became completely lively because of his and Wang Meng's actions.

After drinking the wine, Li Tuo said, "I think from now on, all the writer friends from other places who come to Beijing will have to come to Chaoyang's house to pay their respects and get to know the family."

Lu Yao laughed and said, "That's a good suggestion! After arriving in Beijing, don't go to the editorial office first, come here for a meal first."

Lu Wenfu, who was sitting next to him, had always been known as a "good eater" just like Deng Youmei. He was very happy after eating Lin Chaoyang's dishes today.

"I heard that the Chaoyang family has a good name called 'Xunweizhai', what a good name!
Hey, I just happened to have a line of poetry. "

Listening to Lu Wenfu's words, everyone looked at him, and Lu Yao asked curiously: "What do you mean?"

"Where can I find the celestial music from heaven? The best taste on earth can be found in this studio!" Lu Wenfu recited a poem while shaking his head, his expression quite intoxicated.

When everyone heard this, they immediately shouted.

"Good!" "Colorful!"

Li Tuo raised his glass again excitedly, "Brother Wenfu, this sentence should be made clear!"

Everyone responded by raising their glasses and drinking from them.

"happy!"

Li Tuo added: "Brother Wenfu's poem is great. I think it should be written outside the Chaoyang family's door."

Everyone immediately agreed, "This is a good idea!"

"I remember seeing pens, ink, paper and inkstone in the study." Jiang Zilong was the most active and got up to grind and lay out the paper.

Lin Chaoyang's family really had paper and pens. Influenced by Tao's father, he would occasionally paint at home, but his level was not up to par, so he immediately stopped Jiang Zilong.

"No, no, no, my house is not a restaurant."

"What does it matter? At most you won't post it after you finish writing it, but you can't ruin everyone's fun, right?"

Li Tuo has more than twenty people backing him up, so he is very confident.

Jiang Zilong was a man of action. He went to grind paper as he said he would, and he really did. No one cared about eating or drinking at this moment, and they all got up and went to the study.

When Jiang Zilong finished grinding the stone, everyone suddenly discovered a problem: who would write this word?

Everyone present was a writer, but not many of them could write well with a brush. Li Tuo shouted, "Da Feng!"

Feng Jicai, who was standing at the back of the crowd, was called in by him. Li Tuo said, "Feng is an expert in both calligraphy and painting, and his cooking skills are no worse than Chaoyang's. Let him write."

Everyone readily agreed.

Encouraged by everyone, Feng Jicai wrote with his pen, and the poem appeared on the paper in an instant.

"Good!" Everyone cheered again, "Da Feng's handwriting is really good!"

Wang Meng said, "This word must be hung up. Not only must it be hung up, but it must also be made into a plaque."

"Old Wang, this is a good idea. It can be regarded as the proof of our gathering. It will also be a good story in the literary world if it spreads." Li Tuo said excitedly.

Everyone thought this was a good idea.

Deng Youmei stepped forward and said, "I'm familiar with Liulichang, leave this matter to me!"

"Okay, okay, let's all contribute and join in the fun!" Wang Meng clapped his hands.

The atmosphere became so lively that the rest of the people started to applaud, as if they had really done something great.

Lin Chaoyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw a group of half-drunk drunkards talking nonsense and having fun in his house.

Everyone's mischief brought today's banquet to a climax. They went back to continue eating and drinking. The men were arm in arm with each other, and the women were holding hands and touching their faces.

By the afternoon, the food had long been eaten and not a drop of wine was left, and the group reluctantly got up.

Before leaving, a group of people shook hands with Lin Chaoyang one by one and said goodbye, and expressed their sincere gratitude.

"Chaoyang, thank you for your hospitality. I will definitely come to your house to pay my respects when I come to Beijing next time!"

Lin Chaoyang really wanted to say that it was fine for you not to worship at this pier, but unfortunately it was hard to refuse everyone's kindness, so he could only put on a stiff face and please everyone. He had already thought about the scene of a quick visit at home in the future.

More than an hour later, Tao Yushu returned home and opened the window because he was filled with the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

"How many heavy smokers are here?"

Tao Yushu didn't hate the smell of cigarettes. His father smoked, and so did Lin Chaoyang. But today the smell of cigarettes and alcohol in the house was too strong.

"They are all heavy smokers and never put down their cigarettes," said Lin Chaoyang.

She went to take another look in the kitchen, which was relatively clean. It was cleaned up by everyone before they left.

She walked around the rooms again and found that they were all well maintained. When she walked into the study, she immediately saw the calligraphy on the desk.

"Where can I find the heavenly music? Where can I find the best food in the world?" She whispered and asked Lin Chaoyang, "Who wrote this?"

"Lu Wenfu's poem was written by Feng Jicai."

Tao Yushu couldn't help but laugh, "You guys had a great meal, and it was so poetic and picturesque."

The couple was talking when they heard someone knocking on the door, and Lin Chaoyang went to open it.

It turned out to be Deng Youmei who had returned. Lin Chaoyang introduced him to Tao Yushu and asked, "Why are you back again?"

"Where is Da Feng's calligraphy?"

"You really want to do it!"

"How can it be false?"

Deng Youmei went to the study, rolled up the calligraphy and left. Tao Yushu asked, "What is he going to do with the calligraphy?"

Lin Chaoyang then recounted the trouble that everyone had just had during dinner, and Tao Yushu chuckled and said, "Actually, this seems to be a good idea."

"What's good about it? It's out of place to hang that thing on our unit door."

Tao Yushu suddenly had an idea, "You can hang it in the courtyard!"

Hearing this, Lin Chaoyang hesitated for a moment. This was a good idea.

(End of this chapter)