Hutto arrived a little later than Bai Bai, and you could see that there was originally a complaint on his face, but after seeing the mother and daughter who wanted to have a good talk, it all turned into joy for the reunion of the family.
The first time Shaye saw Hutto, she naturally puffed up her cheeks, but before she could curse, Bai persuaded him to go back.
Hutto smiled as usual and said, "Let's go inside first. It's getting dark now and it might rain later."
A group of people entered the villa quickly.
The layout of the villa was much simpler than An imagined. It was not filled with luxurious decorations like many wealthy people's homes. Exquisite calligraphy and paintings were hung on both sides of the corridor, and models of musical instruments were dotted in conspicuous positions.
It is simple, but has a unique flavor, which is very suitable for Hutto's identity as a musician. I'm afraid these calligraphy and painting models are also expensive.
Without those decorations that look valuable at first sight, the place feels much less restrictive. Walking into the home of a famous musician in the royal capital is like walking into an ordinary home.
To describe my feelings, the phrase "simple luxury" is very appropriate. Those who know the industry can see the value at a glance, and those who don’t know only think it is clean and beautiful.
An and the others didn't recognize the calligraphy and paintings, but they recognized that many of the models had lost their playing skills and the instruments themselves, and they couldn't help but glance up.
Shirley seemed not to notice anything unusual about the members of the troupe, and naturally explained their origins and stories as they walked.
Although the items on display were only models, it was also an eye-opener for the theater troupe.
"Father has collected a lot over the years, and I don't recognize many of them." After listening to Shirley's explanation, Bai looked at a certain instrument that looked more like a bagpipe than a bagpipe and said.
"He only has this hobby, and some of it was given to him by other nobles who wanted to do what they wanted." Shaye crossed his arms with regret on his face, "It's a pity that they are just models. If you are really sincere, it would be great to send some real products. "
It seems that Sister Bai's father's status in the royal capital is higher than expected, so many nobles are trying to please him.
Ann looked at Hutto.
"The real ones are not that easy to collect. Even the production methods of many have been lost. The imitations made by future generations can only be used as souvenirs, and they are far different from the original functions." Hutto smiled and shook his head, "Not to mention these things is disappointing. It’s a pity, everyone, please go upstairs, the dining table is on the second floor.”
Bai's home looks very big from the outside, and the space inside is even more fully utilized. It is divided into many rooms, and I think there may be various musical instruments placed inside. The corridor is a bit winding because of this. It has been a while since I walked until now, and I only saw the stairs now, but fortunately, people will not get lost, and the decorations on both sides are pleasant to look at.
After Hutto finished speaking, Shirley took two steps forward and took over his position to lead the way.
"Father, where are you going?" Bai asked.
"You're back, aren't you? And I want to thank your friends for helping to find someone, so I will cook today's dinner." Heto said gently, "Has your favorite food changed? It's still gold. shrimp?"
Bai was in a daze for a moment, and then he remembered his father's chef-level skills. When he was a child, he always expected his father to cook his favorite dishes.
The busy life of the past few years actually made her forget about it all of a sudden, and Bai was immediately ashamed.
"I love to eat whatever my father cooks..." The nostalgia in his heart made Bai subconsciously say, and then he realized that such a deceptive answer was inappropriate, and then smiled, "Of course, it would be great to have golden shrimp!"
"Haha, sweet mouth!" Heto laughed heartily, and then looked at An and the others, "Do you have anything you like to eat? Anything is fine. I still have some research on cooking, so I should be able to think of a way."
Mei Ke and others looked at each other and looked at An unconsciously.
During the time when An was the chef, no matter what kind of dishes he made, everyone in the theater troupe couldn't put down their chopsticks. Now, he can't remember what his favorite food is.
"Huh?" Hutto looked strange and turned his eyes to An.
An was a little confused. Why was the pressure suddenly on his head?
You couldn't be so embarrassed, An had to think of words.
Hutto asked this question because he wanted to thank the theater troupe. Any answer would be fine, but it might cause dissatisfaction.
But you can’t let him make up what everyone likes to eat?
In his impression, everyone in the theater troupe is not taboo about meat and vegetables, and they eat everything in a hurry!
How do you tell what they like to eat?
If you don't tell me what you like to eat, why are you watching me?
An felt a sense of grievance in his heart.
The grievance is a grievance, and the words cannot be ignored.
An finally had to say: "Let me help you, they may not even know what they like to eat."
Hutto was involved in the upper-class aristocratic circles of the royal capital, so he naturally had extraordinary eyesight. He quickly analyzed the real situation from the expressions of everyone in the theater troupe and An's words.
He raised his brows, but smiled at the corner of his mouth: "Young man, it seems that you are very skilled in cooking."
The joking tone eliminates the embarrassment just now and makes people smile unconsciously.
An took the opportunity and said jokingly: "They were all forced out."
Everyone laughed.
"An's craftsmanship is very good, but I think my father's craftsmanship is better than An's." Memories came to mind, and Bai Fa said from the bottom of his heart.
Her words sounded a bit arrogant.
It's rare to see Bai say something like this without thinking too much. It seems that going home today really put her in a very good mood.
As soon as Bai said these words, the eyes of everyone in the theater troupe suddenly lit up.
Bi An's craftsmanship is even better, my mouth is watering just thinking about it!
"I can actually get praise from Xiaobai! Come on, let's go to the kitchen to discuss and learn from each other!" Hutto couldn't hold back his laughter.
His humorous performance made An feel much more relaxed. He said hello to everyone and followed them.
Miku originally had an expectant look on her face, but slowly, the more she thought about it, the more something was wrong, and her expression changed continuously.
etc!
The boy visits the girl's home, chats happily with the girl's father, and even helps with the cooking...
This rhythm is wrong!
How is it like meeting parents? !
Miku's face suddenly darkened and he hurriedly ran towards An: "Wait a minute, I'm here to help too!"
After that, she didn't forget to refuse help from others.
I can just follow you alone!
An looked at her strangely and didn't think about it for a while.
Hutto seemed to see something, but said nothing.
The three of them walked to the kitchen together. The theater troupe who knew the inside story smiled and shook their heads, followed Xueling and Shaye upstairs.
The kitchen in the villa has plenty of ingredients, all kinds of utensils are complete, and they are neatly arranged, which makes it look elegant at first glance.
Hutto's movements were indeed very skillful, and he was very good at controlling the seasoning and heat. Especially his knife skills are simply exquisite.
An can make delicious dishes, and his skills and ideas are naturally good, but compared to Hutto, he still lacks time to practice.
An Neng learned a lot from watching Hutto cook.
The only one who is more difficult is Miku. She has no problem making home-cooked dishes, but compared with the two "chefs" present, she is a bit eclipsed.
Watching them prepare the ingredients skillfully and quickly, Miku cut the vegetables carefully, feeling extremely embarrassed.
An, who was observing Hutto's technique, saw Miku's expression, and her hand movement did not stop, but she focused more on Miku's side, for fear that she might cut her hand.
"Girl, you will get hurt when you cut vegetables like that."
Hutto's voice startled Miku, and the kitchen knife almost cut his hand. Fortunately, An reacted in time, held her wrist and opened the distance.
When both An and Miku were a little scared, Hutto put the fried shrimps on hand on the plate and arranged them, then walked around to Miku and picked up a kitchen knife again.
"Look, this way it's less likely to cut the hand, and the arm can be more stable." Hutto demonstrated, turning around so that both An and Miku could see his gesture.
The two nodded while watching.
Only when An reacted did he realize that he had subconsciously regarded the other person as his teacher.
What an awesome aura...
But Uncle Hutto's skills are indeed worth learning.
An abandoned his distracting thoughts and looked at it carefully.
Miku subconsciously learned from Hutto, and his movements became more and more natural and faster. He couldn't help but said in surprise: "Hey, it's really true!"
"That's right!" Heto encouraged him with a kind face like a real teacher, "Concentrate and you can go further."
Miku followed his feeling and subconsciously asked Heto for various cooking questions. An was also listening carefully. Miku's questions contained what he wanted to know. In turn, he could follow Hutto's explanation and exchange his own thoughts with Miku.
The two complemented each other and made rapid progress.
Just like that, delicious dishes were placed on the table one after another, and the tangy aroma made people's food cravings.
Looking at the exquisite food in his hands, Miku couldn't believe that he had cooked it himself.
"It's very good that the dishes made for the first time can reach this level!" Hutto touched Miku's hair and praised.
Mei Ke and others were also surprised by Miku's craftsmanship.
"Hehe..." Miku smiled proudly.
Compared to Miku's extraordinary performance, An is just at his normal level, but it's enough.
An himself was very satisfied. He also learned a lot during this cooking process.
There was harmony and harmony at the dinner table, and it felt like a festival.
