"The photo is my master's hometown, hahahaha, thank you for your hard work, go in and have some wine and meat."
Uncle Zhou was in great joy and strode into the house with the photo.
Su Ran didn't know Uncle Zhou at all, so she asked, "Cousin, what did Uncle Zhou do in the past?"
Zhou Bolin: "When my grandfather was young, he didn't receive much education. He followed his girlfriend to Beijing. When he arrived in the capital, his girlfriend ran away with someone else and his wallet was stolen by a thief. Do you think he was angry?"
Su Ran: "I'm really angry."
Zhou Bolin: "With nothing left, my grandfather was disheartened and contemplated drowning himself. But when he got to the river, he encountered another man who had also attempted suicide. That man was also unlucky; his wife had run away with someone else, and his son wasn't his own."
Su Ran: "It's even more infuriating."
Zhou Bolin: "Two unlucky guys were comparing their misfortunes to each other on the bridge, and finally they got so angry that they started fighting."
Su Ran: "Is this okay?"
Zhou Bolin: "Later, as they fought, they felt that women meant nothing and that living was the most important thing. Neither of them wanted to die. The man thought my grandfather and he got along well, so he took him home to settle down temporarily. Later, when he saw that my grandfather didn't have any cooking skills, he asked him to become his apprentice and teach him how to cook."
Su Ran: "What happened next?"
Zhou Bolin: "Learning to cook was very difficult. His master said, 'If you don't have women in your heart, you will become a god when you learn to cook.' My grandfather understood this. Later, his cooking skills improved by leaps and bounds, and he was on par with his master. Later, his master died of cancer. Before he died, he took out the photo and asked my grandfather where to bury him. My grandfather asked where this was, but his master died before he could finish his words."
"Alas, because he couldn't find the address, my grandfather had no choice but to take his master's ashes to Hong Kong to make a living. With his superb cooking skills, my grandfather became famous in Hong Kong in just a few years. A bowl of egg fried rice costs 5,000 yuan, and even the gambling king has eaten it."
Su Ran was surprised and asked, "So awesome?"
Zhou Bolin said proudly, "Of course, I'm known as the God of Cookery in Hong Kong! I also have a nickname - Stephen Chow!"
Stephen Chow?
Su Ran was shocked and suddenly looked at the old man in flip-flops in front of him.
After searching for it everywhere, I finally found it without any effort.
Stephen Chow turned out to be him?
“Uncle Zhou, are you Stephen Zhou?”
Uncle Zhou stopped, turned around, and lifted his sparse hair.
"Whether you call me the God of Cookery or the Devil of Cookery, I've long since stopped using the name Stephen Chow. My current name is Zhou Wenxi. You can also call me by my English name, Da Vinci."
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