Chapter 251

As the car turned from Sao Paulo street to the garage door, Zheng Jianguo picked up the remote control under the windshield, pressed it, and stopped the car after the closed garage door was opened.

Yang Na looked at the rolling shutter door rising behind her and closed it slowly. After looking around, she found that there were still doors on both sides in this huge garage. She remembered the house layout she saw before she appeared. When she felt that it should be a wall, she said, "where is that door over there?"

"There's a corner down the stairs to the basement, but you need a key."

Zheng Jianguo got out of the car, took down the trunk in the trunk, shook the heavy suitcase in Yang Na's hand and said, "I think adding four wheels and a telescopic pull rod to this box should sell well."

"What lever?"

Yang Na looked at the big suitcase put down by Zheng Jianguo. This suitcase was used by Quentin Cowen in those years. She refused to throw it. This time, she resisted. She thought he had a problem with the suitcase: "this is what my father often uses -"

"What I'm talking about is to add two telescopic pull rods on this position, and then connect them with a handle. After pulling them out, they just reach the waist of people, and then pull them when walking. In this way, the box and wheels become an angle and can be dragged away - how do you feel?"

Zheng Jianguo gestured with the box in her hand, and found that Yang Na had heard what she had said, so she picked up the box to the left door, took out the key, opened the door and entered the house. Yang Na in the back turned her head to see Quentin Kewen, and quickly said, "mom, what do you think of him?"

"I think you should be better ~"

You looked at his baby daughter. Quentin Cowen didn't hide his worry: "you said before that he is a very excellent person. Have you found his shortcomings?"

"No ~"

Yang Na opened her mouth with disapproval on her face, and saw Quentin Cowen smile: "that proves that you are no different from other girls in love."

"Hey, Serena, just come home and talk with your aunt -"

Zheng Jianguo opened the door and saw that they were still talking, so he took them to the living room and said, "the door will lock automatically after closing. If you come in again, you need to take the key to open it. I'll pour you water -"

"Unexpectedly, as you said, the decoration style of this house is really a large blank space dominated by light color. My mother and I go to see the furniture in the afternoon. Will you go?"

Looking at the simple living room, Yang Na felt that they still had a lot in common in their appreciation ability. She thought that she would praise them as long as they were not too ugly. She didn't think that she fell in love with this feeling just standing in the living room: "forget it, you have to pick up people in the afternoon, so you won't take you there - do you still have Coke and chicken wings at home? I want Coke, chicken wings and rice! "

"Then take a break and I'll make it for you -"

Remembering that the two recent meals were solved by fast food on the plane, Zheng Jianguo went to the nearby kitchen and found rice. When he neatly added coke to the pot and closed the lid, Yang Na took Quentin Kewen around twice: "the sound isolation effect of each room is so good. What if you ask someone to eat?"

"Knock on the door ~"

Zheng Jianguo had planned for a long time. Taking advantage of the juice collection of coke and chicken wings in the pot, he opened the lid in front of the next pot, turned his head and said, "there's no seafood, so I'll stew you two with ribs -"

"Are they all meat? Needless to say, there are no vegetables? "

Yang Na said, went to the front of the refrigerator and opened it. Seeing that there were apples and tomatoes in addition to meat, she nodded and said, "do you rely on this to supplement vitamins?"

"Yes, I cook meat dishes. I usually eat them at home before work and after work. I occasionally drink some coffee in class ~"

Facing Yang Na, Zheng Jianguo didn't hide his eating rules. After saying that, he raised his arms, put on a body-building shape, picked his eyebrows and said, "didn't you find that I've grown taller and fatter recently?"

"Ha, smelly beauty ~"

Looking at Zheng Jianguo's rare funny appearance, Yang Na couldn't help looking vigilantly behind her and found that her mother wasn't there before she turned back and said, "you can't do this in front of my mother, but I've always told her you're very mature -"

"Why didn't your father come? Didn't you mean to come together? "

Zheng Jianguo smiled. Of course, he knew that this shape subverted the image in Yang Na's mind. After all, he had lived with fan Dailin and her for a whole year: "nothing?"

"It's all right. Among the newly recruited workers in my father's garment factory, several black families were found by the Immigration Bureau. Those people ran across the Republic recently. It is said that they killed people when crossing the mountains."

Facing Zheng Jianguo's smile, Yang Na also said something that made Yang Yuanming worried. Finally, she shrugged and said, "I told him not to hire illegal immigrants in order to save labor costs, but you know, he can't accept my suggestion only from his self-esteem -"

"And at this time --"

After nodding, Zheng Jianguo quite understood Yang Na's helplessness, which was why he didn't give advice to Zheng Fugui and Du Xiaomei. When they couldn't solve it, he would just go to help: "since your father considers the labor cost, he can set up a factory in China. Just like I said earlier, all bags with pull rods can take advantage of the labor cost in China, To maximize benefits -- "

"Are you willing to give him this patent?"

Yang Na blinked her slender double eyelids. Her brown eyes fell on Zheng Jianguo's face. She knew that her boyfriend valued money. As far as she knew, she had never seen a bag with a trolley box function: "this should be a big number."

"According to our tradition, this is regarded as a bride price?"

Zheng Jianguo said subconsciously. He didn't want Yang Na's exquisite pretty face to turn red suddenly. He tiptoed forward to him for a while, then quickly opened the distance and said with a smile: "then I'll thank you for him."

"Well, this thank-you gift is pretty good ~"

After savoring the fragrance in his nose, Zheng Jianguo saw Quentin coming in at the door of the kitchen. He quickly turned to look at the squeaky pot, picked up the lid and looked at the juice collection. He opened the drawer in the cook, took out the plate and put it aside quickly. At this time, with the click of the electric rice cooker, the indicator light jumped from the steamed rice to the insulation.

"Is that all right?"

Yang Na, who found Zheng Jianguo strange, turned her head and looked at her mother. She didn't want to open it until she came to the rice cooker. She listened to him say, "stew for another five minutes to make the rice more delicious."

"Jingling bell -"

Zheng Jianguo's voice didn't fall. The phone rang at the door of the kitchen. Yang Na looked and said, "you answer the phone. Just give it to me here ~"

"Well, that's why I pulled the extension to several main rooms."

He smiled and looked at the ribs in the stew pot. He pointed to the closet and said, "take out the dishes and chopsticks and wash them. I haven't washed yet -"

After explaining Yang Na, Zheng Jianguo picked up the still ringing phone and heard a voice inside: "Jianguo, did you cook for Yang na? We're going to eat ~ "

"Just a little more. Come here."

Zheng Jianguo didn't feel surprised when he knew that fan Dailin had settled down and was going to rub the rice. He steamed the rice in many miles. If he couldn't eat the rest, he would fry it with bacon ham. In addition, there were more Yang Na and her mother, so there was enough rice, and the most was to fry another dish: "No. 53, Sao Paulo street, I have to go out when Yang Na is at home -"

"You go and ask Yang Na to greet me. There are no outsiders anyway ~"

Fan Dailin didn't take herself as an outsider. After Zheng Jianguo hung up the phone, he looked at Yang Na who was preparing to start the pot and said, "sister fan, they are going to come and rub rice. I'll cook tomato egg soup and potato stewed beef."

"It's OK to have spare ribs soup. Just make a potato stewed beef. If you don't have enough, you'll have dinner at night ~"

Seeing that Zheng Jianguo didn't want to order takeout, Yang Na thought he would live on takeout like other young people after he had money. She just saw him run to the basement and touch some potatoes, skillfully wash and skin them, and then take out two pieces of steak like snowflakes from the refrigerator. Her eyes were twinkled by the price on the fresh-keeping box: "and beef?"

"It's said that charcoal roast at this level is the best. Of course, it's just food to buy. There's no difference between rinse and stew -"

Zheng Jianguo quickly removed the transparent packaging on the beef and felt that the meat was indeed expensive. I don't know whether it was a preconceived psychological hint or what the difference was. I can feel different only by looking at the patterns on it. Of course, I can't escape the fate of being stewed at the moment: "I saw it in the supermarket last time and bought four pieces before I tasted it, Now there are only these two pieces left. It's time to replenish the reserves. "

"I thought you could cook by frying. I ate it last time when I was an intern in the hospital. It's a pity to stew now. Hot pot is better than this, but I haven't eaten potatoes stewed with beef -"

Yang Na watched Zheng Jianguo's busy work with some regret. Of course, in the end, she agreed with the dish he was cooking: "today is to taste fresh ~"

"It's just a taste of fresh food. I'm not willing to eat it every day. A steak can let me eat Kaifeng food for a week -"

As mentioned earlier, Zheng Jianguo is still in the upstart stage at this time. The requirement for eating is as long as there is meat at once. As for the quality of meat, he doesn't have the energy to distinguish it. According to his own idea, most people in China can't eat meat a few times a month: "I have a VIP member in the Kaifeng dish in the canteen."

Massachusetts General Hospital provides working meals. However, even for Zheng Jianguo, who has only lived for a few days, he can't stand eating for three days. He is full of pizza without meat Star: "I can't believe you have eaten for so long."

"It's good to eat some. I really miss the busy feet off the ground at that time, but I'm not as comfortable as your current MD and PhD. I go to and from work at a fixed time every day and have research time every week. Do you know why Pliny is bald like that? He's a resident in his third year -- "

Yang Na glanced at Zheng Jianguo and saw that he cut beef and potatoes with a knife. She felt that the goods might be eaten at home, otherwise the knife worker would not be so neat: "he worked 90 hours a week in the first year. That's why Nathan asked you to follow him. He is a very enthusiastic doctor, which is very different from other doctors -"

"Well, after what you said, I remember that you were busy every week and didn't have much time to clean up yourself -"

Throwing the cut potato pieces into the basket and washing them in the pool, Zheng Jianguo found that he had forgotten that his sister could hardly see anyone every day at that time. When he left in the morning, he had to see them every other day. He didn't want to be silent behind. Quentin Cowen said, "Zheng, you also lived with fan Dailin and their girls?"

"Aunt, according to your statement, there is some ambiguity in it. To be exact, we should live in different rooms under the same eaves, but share a living room, kitchen and bathroom -"

Of course, Zheng Jianguo knew what the mother-in-law's focus was and that she still knew more about oriental culture. Immediately after saying that, he shrugged and turned to continue to work: "everyone's living standard was not good at that time."

"I know that. I've been to where you lived before, van Dylan's house on lighthouse street. Before you came to America --"

Quentin Kewen nodded and looked at Yang Na next to him. He turned around and left the kitchen. The other two looked at each other. Just when Yang Na felt that the atmosphere had suddenly changed a little ambiguous and wanted to retreat, Zheng Jianguo had put his head over and said, "your mother looks at you very tightly -"

"Ha, you call it a sneak attack ~"

Yang Na subconsciously stepped back two steps. Her delicate face was full of vigilance. She heard a doorbell ring in the kitchen: "Ding Dong -"

"You led a horn to the doorbell?"

Yang Na said with her eyes wide open in an instant. Zheng Jianguo nodded and didn't go any further to beat her. Instead, she turned and looked behind the hot pot and said, "it should be fan Dailin. When they arrive, go out and receive them. I'll stew this and you can have dinner -"

"Ding Dong -"

Zheng Jianguo's voice didn't fall. A doorbell rang again. Yang Na nodded at the smoke from the pot, but she couldn't make potato stewed beef: "well -"

"Zheng, there are guests at the door -"

Yang Na just turned to the kitchen door. Quentin Cowen had seen her. The former said, "the pot is burning hot. I'll see if it's fan Dailin. Let's go out after dinner. She's much more familiar than me. I didn't have much time to go shopping at that time. Fan Dailin has been a teaching assistant for at least two years."