Chapter 1188

"It's good for you!" Zhang Fan glanced at Jingshu. The older my sister is, the more strange she feels. If Zhang Fan's character is a little old-fashioned. Well, Jing Shu definitely didn't bring it at all.

After all, Jing Shu's fate is much better than Zhang Fan's. When Zhang Fan was born, her family was poor, while Jing Shu was no longer worried about food and clothing.

When Zhang Fan was just an adult, he was laid off. Although Zhang Fan's father's enterprise was half dead in the early years, it was also a shelter from the wind and rain.

When this place is lost, the parents' expression of falling sky and the family are full of dense emotions. To tell the truth, Zhang Fan doesn't want to do it again in his life.

It is estimated that Zhang Fan's feeling, after meeting the 80's of that era, definitely has an unforgettable worry that he will never talk about and face.

Therefore, in college, Zhang Fan would rather sell instant noodles than make money. After work, how to save and how to come. And Jing Shu's life is much better.

When the tide of laid-off came, her brother Zhang Fan had helped the family. When he went to college, his brother had already gone to work. Although she is not a rich daughter, she has not suffered any crime.

Therefore, her character is more pleasing than Zhang Fan. It can be said that the environment can destroy a person and create a person. In Zhang Fan's character, it is more an inexplicable responsibility. Perhaps older people can understand it better.

"Hum!" Jingshu twisted her nose.

"Come on, let me help you." Zhang Fan pulled his sleeve and put his hand into the basin of detergent to take a rag.

"Don't move. Don't move. Last time I heard Xue Fei's wife say that your surgeons demand high sensitivity in the hand department.

She never let Xue Fei's hands touch anything exciting. I didn't know before, but now I know. Don't move, you go and meet! "

Shaohua stopped Zhang Fan. In the past, the family members of the hospital didn't know much about Shaohua. After all, Zhang Fan didn't enter the hospital for long.

But after Zhang Fan became the leader of the hospital, in just half a year, every family knew Shaohua through various relationships.

Especially those who have a better relationship with Zhang Fan. For example, Xue Fei's wife and Li Hui's biology teacher will make an appointment with Shaohua if they have nothing to do.

To tell the truth, the family members who can make an appointment with Shaohua are all of high EQ, and they are all interested in Shaohua. Man is really a complex thing.

"Well! Unprepared, I was fed a mouthful of dog food! " Jing Shu looked at her sister-in-law and her brother and said with exaggeration on her face.

"Speak well!" Zhang Fan and his mother said to Jing Shu at the same time.

"Eccentric!" Jingshu stretched out her tongue, "sister-in-law, you're used to your husband."

"He is busy at work. The most important thing is that I don't trust him when he wipes it. After he wipes it, I have to wipe it again. I just wipe it myself!"

Zhang Fan is engaged in hygiene, Shaohua dislikes it, and when he enters the kitchen, his father dislikes it again. Simply make logistics for everyone, serve tea and pour water.

Zhang Fan's parents are not too eccentric, but it is obvious that Zhang Fan is the heart of her mother. She never says that her eldest son is not. Even if she speaks, she is quite gentle or in a consultative tone.

It's like what my son said is all right.

For Jingshu, it's different. When talking to her daughter, the old lady speaks with a steel tone. Even if Jing Shu was more powerful than Zhang Fan in the college entrance examination, she could not change her mother's view that her son studied better.

Zhang Fan's father is different. In the past, three words with Zhang Fan could start to top the cow. When Zhang Fan didn't go to work, he often quarreled with his father.

Later, when he went to work, Zhang Fan flinched. I won't quarrel with me.

But the old man for his daughter, then directly changed a person, Zhang Fan shouted dad, his father was in a good mood, took care of it, raised his eyelids, and was in a bad mood, just like the back of his ear.

Jingshu shouted and said a bad word. The old man was like an old dog with flowers. He didn't say it. He had to wag his tail. He was afraid to wait.

So ah, people's hearts are biased, and there is really nothing wrong.

The family is in full swing preparing for the new year's food. The heavy snow slowly drifted down, and there was an atmosphere of the new year. The heavy snow all over the world makes the whole world quiet a lot, but the lights at home are particularly warm at home.

The Spring Festival in the south is often full of red flowers and green willows. Many southerners go to the flower market. But Zhang Fan, a native of the northwest, always feels that there is no snow during the new year, just like tofu is sweet. It's not that you can't eat it, but it's just uncomfortable.

The Spring Festival of tea element can make people feel that this is the new year, which is the feeling of all things quiet.

Because of the weather, many ingredients are often prepared during the Northwest Chinese New Year. Although supermarkets are open every day, there are old people at home who always prepare a pile of ingredients as if they were preventing something.

Zhang Fan's family is particularly lively this year.

Zhang Fan's mother and father fried pasta. After all, northwest people are better at pasta.

Oil fruit is a special pasta snack in Northwest China. Zhang Fan loved to eat when he smiled, but the conditions were not good in those years. Even in the new year, he couldn't open up to eat. Now, when you can eat it freely, you always seem to feel that you can't eat the taste of that year.

In the northwest, especially in the surrounding rural areas near Lan City, if a housewife can't cook pasta well, she can't have a high status at home anyway.

Oily fruit, which looks golden and tastes crisp and dry. After Zhang Fan poured tea for everyone, he stood behind his mother and quietly watched the old lady cook pasta.

Beat a few eggs into the flour, and then the most important thing is to put a certain amount of long refined oil into the flour. Zhang Fan doesn't know how to cook fried pasta.

But at home, Zhang Fan's mother secretly told Zhang fan that whether it is crisp depends on the big oil mixed in the flour.

When the flour turned into dough, it was slowly rolled into a pancake five centimeters wide and twenty centimeters long in the hands of Zhang Fan's mother.

Then, mix the sandwich with honey and brown sugar flour. Brown sugar is used for coloring, while flour is used to increase viscosity.

A layer of bread, a layer of vermilion sandwich, and then another layer of bread.

The dough cake has been kneaded with a greasy feeling. The three-layer structure is gently stacked together, and then cut with a sharp knife. Everything is a pair of chopsticks wide small noodles.

Then, gently twist one direction, just like a screw with three lines twisted together.

Finally, blow up. When people in Northwest China make fried pasta, they often put a little animal oil in the vegetable oil, which will reduce the oil temperature and prevent the pasta from being fried and blackened on the skin and not cooked inside.

When the white noodles enter the golden oil like fish, one by one into the oil pan, and then the smoke in the oil suddenly emits slowly with a smell of wheat.

Then, the white fruits began to color, from light yellow to golden yellow.

Zhang Fan's mother placed the nuts, and Zhang Fan's father was responsible for frying them. The two worked together.

"Taste it!" Zhang Fan's father's first batch of oil nuts has come out of the pot. Zhang Fan's mother wiped her hands on her apron, quickly picked up one and sent it to Zhang Fan's mouth.

"Try it. See if it's sweet or not. This year I put not only eggs but also milk in it. Open your mouth, you child. "

Looking at Zhang Fan not opening his mouth, my mother was a little angry.

I don't know why, maybe I saw the white hair between my temples, or the crow's feet at the corners of my eyes.

Zhang Fan felt inexplicable in his heart that he wanted to cry.

"Crisp, sweet!" Zhang Fan nodded his head gently and was afraid to let his mother feel his emotions. Zhang Fan chewed quickly.

"Hehe, then eat more."

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Zhang Fan's parents are responsible for pasta, while Zhang Fan's father-in-law and mother-in-law are responsible for meat.

In particular, the father-in-law's first-hand sweet and sour fish. To tell the truth, ordinary restaurants really can't do his craft.

Every family in the heavy snow is preparing for the new year. Only the snow is floating, but it is particularly peaceful and peaceful.

Because Zhang Fan had to lead the chief on duty on the 30th and first day of the new year, his family celebrated the new year ahead of schedule.

The two old men want to drink a little. Although Zhang Fan doesn't drink, he still has a lot of good wine at home.

Especially after he became friends with the boss of bird market winery, this guy gave Zhang Fan good wine from all ages.

Red and white.

Two old man drinks baijiu. Shao Hua specially sought a bottle of tea cellar. This wine was specially told by others to drink. At the beginning, the winery owner of bird market said that this kind of wine could not be seen on the market.

Anyway, Zhang Fan doesn't drink and doesn't pay much attention to it.

"Well, I've drunk a lot of good wine with Zhang Fan in the past two years. I've been in tea vegetable all my life. I really don't know that Laojiao is so delicious."

Zhang Fan's father-in-law looked at his son-in-law with a smile.

"Isn't that right? He doesn't honor you. Who does he honor. Let me say, it was his good fortune to meet you and huazi.

Look at him. Now, just like the rich man, he doesn't do anything at home! "

"Well, for the holidays, so much food and drink can't stop your mouth. Huazi, come and have a taste. " Zhang Fan's mother is not happy.

"Ha ha, all good, all good!" The father-in-law is happy.

Mother-in-law is also happy.

Jing Shu and her daughters drink red wine, while Zhang Fan drinks Tieguanyin.

"I don't ask for anything this year, but you should have children."

……

After dinner, Jing Shu and Shao Hua sat together and played mahjong.

Zhang Fan didn't participate much, but sat aside and helped watch the cards.

To tell the truth, in Zhang Fan's eyes, even if they haven't played cards for many years, it's worth mentioning their technology.

"What's wrong with me? It's all your fault, disorderly command! " Shao Hua pouted.

Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing.

The next day, Shao Hua drove Jingshu in a pickup truck. The two old men drove their own Santana directly back to the farm.