Chapter 21: Going home

Beijing Youth Film Studio is an affiliated film production institution of Tao Jingying Academy, whose main task is to cooperate with the teaching work of various departments of Tao Jingying Academy, and it also produces several long feature films every year.

Huang Lei borrowed the camera from here for Wu Yuchen, and the post-production also fell here.

Huang Lei had already talked about the equipment matter before. Wu Yuchen also specifically invited the old master who washed the film to have a meal and bought him two packs of cigarettes. The old master happily said that he guaranteed to wash them beautifully for them.

The money for the medicine needed for washing was naturally paid by Wu Yuchen and the others. The matter of washing could be handed over to the old master. It was estimated that it would take three to five days. It happened that after washing, it would be the next weekend, and Wu Yuchen would also have time to edit then.

Last week, with Huang Lei's guarantee, he also asked for 3 days off. He couldn't ask for leave next week, he must go to class obediently.

After finishing all these things, it was already afternoon.

Wu Yuchen didn't stay in school much, but got on the bus home.

Wu Yuchen was originally a Beijinger, and he could naturally go home often on weekends. However, because he was busy preparing for "Bus 44" before, he hadn't been back for two or three weeks.

Opening the door, Wu Yuchen just walked in and saw a middle-aged man sitting upright on the sofa diagonally opposite the door, shaking the magazine in his hand, and looking up at him:

"Yo, finally willing to come back?"

"Dad, didn't I say it? I've been busy filming for the past two weeks!" Wu Yuchen explained while changing his slippers.

Wu Jianping glanced at his son, obviously not believing it. He was a freshman, how could a movie be so easy to film?

"Wait a while, your mom is on duty at the hospital today and will be back in a while. If you are hungry, eat some fruit to pad your stomach first."

"Alright, alright, don't worry about me, just read your military magazine."

Wu Yuchen looked at his father's full head of black hair again, still a little dazed.

He was not like other transmigrators who were bitter and miserable in their past lives. Before his rebirth, his parents were in good health. His mother often went to dance in the square, and his father insisted on morning jogging, but their hair was white. The only thing the old couple worried about was his life's major events. There were girls around him, but he had no plans to get married and have children.

Wu Yuchen was very happy to see his parents suddenly twenty or thirty years younger after his rebirth, and he didn't have to listen to them nagging him to get married every time.

His father's name was Wu Jianping, and the name had the characteristics of the 1950s. When he was young, he was a soldier in the army, even participated in the counterattack against Vietnam, and was the kind who had been to the battlefield and won military honors.

It stands to reason that he could have been promoted if he stayed in the army, but when he went home to visit relatives in the early 80s, he saw that his son was about to remember things but was not close to him at all. He gritted his teeth and applied for retirement and transfer for the sake of his wife and children, and was assigned to a publishing house. After more than ten years, he was also an old editor, a small cadre at the section level, and a small official in Beijing.

To be honest, Wu Yuchen's interest in movies had something to do with Wu Jianping. After all, the publishing house had channels and could always get some cultural and entertainment works that were rarer than those on the market, such as movies. Therefore, Wu Yuchen had watched many foreign movies that were rare on the market since he was a child, and thus became interested in movies.

After Zhou Shulan walked into the house, she heard the sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen and felt strange. Her husband, Wu Jianping, was a typical rough man from the north, and at most he could only cook noodles and porridge. She didn't know who came to the house and went into the kitchen.

At this time, she saw her husband standing at the kitchen door, poking his head to look inside, and couldn't help asking: "Jianping, who is it?"

Wu Jianping's face showed a different color, and he pointed inside with his chin: "Look for yourself."

Zhou Shulan walked to the kitchen door and saw that her son, who could only cook instant noodles, was holding the pot in one hand and stir-frying with the other, and his movements were quite skillful.

"Chenchen, when did you learn to cook?!" Zhou Shulan asked in surprise.

"Just learned it, Mom, you sit down, try my craft today." Wu Yuchen didn't look back either.

Zhou Shulan was just about to ask him something else, but was pulled by Wu Jianping's sleeve.

Wu Jianping pulled her to the living room to sit down, then looked at the direction of the kitchen and lowered his voice:

"I think Chenchen is likely to have taken a fancy to some girl."

Zhou Shulan thought so too. Otherwise, why would her son suddenly know how to cook after only two months in university?

Except for the magic of love, she couldn't think of any other reason.

Zhou Shulan's heart suddenly felt a wave of jealousy. After all, she had raised a handsome boy for nearly 18 years, and now he was specifically learning to cook to please another woman, which made her feel uncomfortable just thinking about it.

Seeing Zhou Shulan about to get up, Wu Jianping pulled her: "What are you doing?"

"I have to go ask him!" Zhou Shulan said directly with a tight face.

"Hi, don't worry about it. Chenchen is almost 18, an adult, let him make his own decisions!"

Zhou Shulan's face was still unhappy, always feeling that her son was wronged. Now in the north, it was basically the woman who cooked for the man, and rarely let the man cook. Besides, her son was so handsome, how could it be the woman's turn to please him!

Wu Jianping naturally knew what his wife was thinking and comforted her with a smile:

"You, don't think too much, it's all still a matter of no shadow.

Isn't this quite good? At least Chenchen won't be hungry in the future~

If you are unhappy, call your son back to cook for you on weekends in the future~"

"Go away, I can't bear it!" Zhou Shulan said so, but in her heart she was thinking about eating more of the dishes her son made later.

In the kitchen, Wu Yuchen also turned off the fire and poured it into the plate.

His nickname was Chenchen, because the fortune teller said that the name Yuchen was too big, fearing that there would be a disaster in his life, so his parents gave him the nickname Chenchen to suppress it. But because it sounded similar, those who were not close didn't know.

After the 5 stir-fried dishes were set on the table, Wu Yuchen sat down and said with a smile:

"Mom and Dad, try it and see how it is."

Wu Jianping looked at the dishes on the table and they looked quite like it, so he directly picked up chopsticks and took a bite. After chewing a few times, it was actually not bad!

"Hmm!"

Then he took a bite of the steamed bun and picked up a large chopstick of dishes and ate it.

Seeing his father's eating appearance, Wu Yuchen knew he was satisfied, and then looked at Zhou Shulan.

After Zhou Shulan took a bite, she felt that it didn't look like something a novice made, so her face sank a bit more, and then she put down her chopsticks and directly patted Wu Yuchen's arm:

"You child, why don't you study hard when you get to university, and run to learn how to cook!

How can you spend all your energy on this? How long have you been learning?"

Wu Yuchen really didn't expect his mother to have this reaction, and defended:

"Mom, I didn't! I was very serious at school. If you don't believe me, call our class teacher!

This stir-frying is too simple. I've seen you stir-fry so many times before, isn't it just a matter of hands?"

Wu Jianping glanced at his son, chewing the steamed bun and dishes in his mouth without saying a word.

"You still lie to me? Chenchen, tell Mom honestly, are you dating?" Zhou Shulan finally couldn't hold back and asked directly. ===== CHAPTER 22 =====