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Hearing Chen Taizhong ask this, Yin Jinghua looked at him warily, "You already said you don't care, what do you mean by asking?"
"I just want to know if it's Tiannan's problem," Chen Taizhong replied lightly.
The only place where he could intervene and influence the life and death of a deputy director was the rock where Tian Nan and Huang Hexiang were. But if it were really the rock, it would be more convenient for Lao Yin to speak than it was for him.
"It's not Tiannan," Yin Jinghua shook his head, then looked at him again, "If it's Tiannan's matter, do you care?"
"If it's Tiannan's business, I will also remove the municipal party secretary," Chen Taizhong sneered.
In fact, if it happened in Bi Kong, he would also be willing to wry his lips in front of Meng Yi - but he couldn't say this to Yin Jinghua, it was too taboo.
The next moment, a chill ran down his spine and he broke into a cold sweat: In fact, my brother is not much better than the municipal party committee secretary. He has also been infected with several married women. Not to mention divorced ones like Zhang Xin and Dong Feiyan, Lei
Not to mention Lei's strange bedfellows, at least Li Yuntong... was a bit inappropriate, even though the silly eldest sister's family was also in crisis, even though it was her who took the initiative the first time.
Of course, as for Zhang Mei, it was Pang Zhong who wanted to kill him first. He was seeking revenge, so this can be skipped.
But the next moment, he made up his mind, my brother is not that unbearable. At least Li Yuntong’s husband Zhang Qiangruo also has this kind of perverted hobby. I will never cover it up. Even if I don’t be cruel, I will make sure that he will not dare to do this in the future.
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To put it bluntly, after the municipal party secretary slept with his subordinate's wife, he indulged his subordinates too much.
Guys would never do that. Like Yang Xingang's wife Bai Jie, I even took the blame and didn't do anything - after all, we are just nobler than others.
However, this incident shows that it is still very important to strengthen one's self-cultivation. Chen Taizhong silently warned himself: From a certain perspective, my brother is now a top beam, so be careful not to affect the bottom beam.
"What are you thinking about?" Yin Jinghua asked with a smile when he saw that he remained silent for a long time.
"I'm doing self-criticism," Chen Taizhong replied seriously, "I will be more self-sufficient in the future."
"Pfft," Mr. Yin squirted out a little bit of tea from his mouth. He had no choice but to bear it no longer. "You are lying on this bed with more than ten people lying on it. Do you think it's good to keep clean?"
"That's all consensual," Chen Taizhong looked at him dissatisfied, "I'm already very restrained."
Seeing that he was annoyed, Yin Jinghua smiled slightly and said, "This matter belongs to Qingjiang."
"Qingjiang," Chen Taizhong nodded. He had no influence there at all, but Wei Minghe had connections there. With their friendship, there would probably be no problem in promoting a deputy director or struggling to keep him alive.
It must be pointed out that although Wei Minghe knew Zou Jue and Shao Guoli, Director Wei was not in the same circle as these people - he and Chen got acquainted because they got into fights with foreigners when they were clubbing.
Then, what Yin Jinghua said that he didn't want to take care of the matter because he was disgusted is very debatable. In Chen Taizhong's view, Lao Yin's nausea should be true, but it doesn't necessarily mean that he doesn't want to reach out: nine times out of ten, he can't reach it.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Mr. Yin knew that there was 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 too embarrassed to ask, "Who will join the next round?"
"Next term?" Yin Jinghua was startled for a moment, then laughed, "Second uncle was joking with you. It's not like you don't know. He especially likes to tease people, but he fooled you. He is indeed a member of the Central Committee.
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"What's the point? If his family didn't have a member of the Central Committee, I would be surprised... Now is an era where classes are becoming increasingly solidified," Chen Taizhong sighed with interest. Mr. Jing said that this process is irreversible.
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Corruption in organizational personnel is the catalyst for this solidification process.
"Isn't this normal? If you have a son with Jing Ziling in the future, you will also hope that his starting line is 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 withdraw, he needs to think about this matter. Based on his original intention, he is not interested in having children, but Lin Ying, Dong Feiyan, etc. have all expressed more or less that they are very interested in this.
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And leaving one's own blood in this world doesn't seem to be a bad thing. Thinking of seven or eight boys and girls facing all kinds of bureaucracy, beating them mercilessly. If anyone can't stand it, the children will resort to violence.
"My father is Chen Taizhong" is a big killer. Think about that scene, it should be very interesting...
"Taizhong," Yin Jinghua woke him up again, and Mr. Yin spoke with a smile, "I brought a camera here today to show off my unique skill of scrambled eggs?"
"It's just scrambled eggs," Chen Taizhong shook his head and stood up, "There's no need to go anywhere else, just the kitchen here in Nangong."
Yin Jinghua prepared more than one camera. He brought a small camera himself, and someone else had a big camera next to him. Nangong Maomao heard that Chen Taizhong was going to cook scrambled eggs himself, so he ran over to watch the fun.
Chen Taizhong followed his memory and beat the egg mixture and mixed it with salt - this time he only beat four eggs and halved the salt as appropriate.
There is a restaurant in Nangong's hotel, and he is no stranger to catering. When he saw Chen Taizhong's method of beating eggs, he whispered to Mr. Yin in a low voice, "Is there a master for this technique...?"
"We'll talk about it later," Yin Jinghua replied in a low voice, holding the palm treasure and continuing to shoot, but he knew very well that Nangong Maomao's question was really on point. Chen Taizhong's way of beating eggs looked wild at first glance.
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I'm not bragging. Breaking eggs may seem like a trivial matter, but it's really a basic skill in the kitchen. In the past, when it was passed down by word of mouth, this was a skill that could only be learned from a master. An experienced super chef would even look at the assistant cook.
You can tell whose style it is by the way you beat the eggs.
Chen Taizhong...that is, beating randomly, and the strength of his hands is not coordinated, but his hand speed is extremely fast, the beating time is extremely long, and the egg liquid is very even, but he is not a complete amateur - as everyone knows, Chen is the least
What is lacking is strength.
Then there is the chopping of green onions, which is also said. A certain person's performance is still out of tune. When the green onions are sautéed, he adds a small amount of vinegar to the egg liquid and beats it evenly - this is a bit of a saying, but only a little.
In the blink of an eye, a plate of hot scrambled eggs came out of the pan. Yin Jinghua held a camera in one hand and a chopstick in the other hand and put it into his mouth. He chewed a few mouthfuls with his mouth closed and stretched his neck to swallow. "It really tastes... delicious!"
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"I'll try it too," Nangong said, a little unimpressed. It was only a scrambled egg, but Mr. Yin, a time-honored catering master, commented like this, and he became interested.
Grabbing a pair of chopsticks, he put the egg into his mouth. He imitated the yin boss and chewed it twice with his mouth closed. His eyes widened immediately. After a long time, he stretched his neck and swallowed it, and then let out a long breath.
, spit out two words, "Admire!"
"Let me have a taste too." The other cameraman couldn't help it anymore and picked up a chopstick to eat. After swallowing, he thought about it before saying, "There is a very strange feeling...it doesn't seem to be the sense of taste."
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"You don't understand anything at all," Mr. Yin rolled his eyes at him, played the treasure in his hand again, and then rolled up his sleeves, "Here, I'll give it a try too."
"You try slowly, I'll go out to drink tea." Chen Taizhong picked up a cigarette and walked away. He knew very well that even if you grind the bottom of the pot, you can't be fired.
Come out with this flavor.
Sure enough, after Yin Jinghua fried two plates in a row, he found that it was not working, so he called two chefs from Sijichun to figure out how to fry the eggs. In the meantime, Nangong Maomao's chef also got started, and they couldn't get it right.
After watching the video, the two chefs from Sijichun got started quickly. As a result, after Mr. Yin and Nangong Maomao tasted it, they exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison, "It doesn't taste like this."
One of the two chefs was younger and didn't dare to say anything, but the other just said directly, "Mr. Yin, this is the smell of scrambled eggs. If you fry them with any other flavor, you won't be able to pass the security bureau's test."
There are still some eggs left after Chen Taizhong's scrambled eggs, but they are already cold and the chefs will not try them - they have already changed their taste. As for re-cooking them, that is even more impossible.
"You're so stubborn," Mr. Yin rolled his eyes at him, turned around and walked out, "I'll go find Taizhong and try again."
Chen Taizhong was dragged in by him unwillingly and said solemnly, "This is the last time, this afternoon, I will scramble eggs again and again."
In seven or eight minutes, the eggs came out of the pan quickly, and the two chefs sneered inwardly - except that the egg liquid was beaten evenly, nothing else was worth mentioning.
But as soon as the chopsticks went down, the two of them were dumbfounded. The older one took another careful taste and said decisively, "There are other things added to this."
"Aren't you talking nonsense?" Chen Taizhong immediately became angry, "Pots and pans with oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, eggs and green onions are not mine. I just came over to fry them. What ingredients can I add?"
Yin Jinghua nodded slightly. He chose to shoot here in Nangong and took this factor into consideration.
"It's not just the smell of eggs," the chef is sure of this - I've scrambled more eggs in my life than you've ever seen. "Why do you think it's because of that?"
"I don't know why, that's how I got fired anyway," Chen Taizhong replied nonchalantly.
The two chefs were thinking about it, but they couldn't figure it out. The older one spoke up, "Then let me try again. Can you beat the eggs for me?"
After much thought, he only thought that there might be something wrong with the process of beating eggs.
With a "clang", Chen Taizhong threw the spatula into the pot, sneered, turned and walked out, "You actually asked me to help you...see what you can do." (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature,
