v3 Chapter 580： New Year's Eve (2)

Latest website: Jiang Xiaoran smiled bitterly: "Grandma, I'm in high school."

"Everything is the same." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran took the iodine in the hands of Jiang Yanlu who just came out of the room with a smile, as if nothing happened, and carefully treated the wound on Jiang Xiaoran's face.

Although Lin Juan was very dissatisfied with Jiang Zhe's attitude just now, after all, it was the New Year's Eve, and she was about to eat New Year's Eve. Now the attack will inevitably hurt harmony. She could only hold back without talking, and her expression was still not good.

The authorities were puzzled, and the bystanders were clear. Jiang Feng stood among these people and could clearly feel that everyone except the family of Jiang Xiaoran who had just arrived had problems.

Jiang Zhe's sudden neurotic provocation came entirely from Jiang Xiaoran. Although he had a bad attitude towards everyone, he did not dare to look at Jiang Yong, and was very afraid of this uncle.

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran ignored her eldest son's family from the beginning, and it was clear that what Jiang Yanlu's family had done before had offended her. Jiang Yanlu ’s wife was ignored by everyone and everyone was ignored. Jiang Feng used his experience with Grandma Jiang for many years to watch family ethical dramas. He dared to vouch for Jiang Yanlu ’s wife and Lin Juan ’s relationship was not good. Being kind, reprimanding the son just now to avoid the slightest stress is nothing more than pretense.

Not to mention Jiang Yanlu, he almost engraved the words "Ask for others" on his face.

Jiang Feng walked back and forth in the house, trying to observe the expression on each person's face, and to see a little real thought from their false expressions.

Looking at it, Jiang Feng did not see anyone except Jiang Zhe. After all, few people like Jiang Zhe who engraved me as a **** on his face.

Most **** will camouflage it, and **** like Jiang Zhe who won't even play the show are considered rare breeds.

Jiang Xiaoran did not leave Jiang Feng with a long observation time. Although he claimed to have been in high school and is no longer a child, he still did what every child would do—slide into the kitchen to see what the elders cooked.

In this memory, Jiang Feng's range of activities is very narrow, he can only leave Jiang Xiaoran about 5 meters. Such a short distance greatly restricted his actions. He could not go to the kitchen at all, otherwise he would have slipped into the kitchen to watch Jiang Weiming cooking instead of standing in the living room to play the difficult version.

When Jiang Xiaoran entered the kitchen, Jiang Weiming was sitting on a small bench on the fire burner and was dazed.

When Jiang Feng saw Jiang Weiming, he couldn't believe that the person in front of him was Jiang Weiming 10 years ago.

He looks too old.

Wearing a thin cotton coat, the whole person curled up on a chair, gray hair, slack skin, dull eyes, dull eyes, unable to find a little energy.

It's like an elderly man who has been struggling for years. He takes a hard breath and dies.

"Grandpa." Jiang Xiaoran called out.

"Of course it is." Jiang Weiming had his signature smile on his face. After seeing Jiang Xiaoran, he was a little more angry. "Wait outside and wait, and start cooking immediately."

"What's wrong with your face?" Jiang Weiming only found Jiang Xiaoran's face injured after speaking.

"Just fell down at the village entrance," Jiang Xiaoran said.

Jiang Xiaoran glanced very skillfully at the dishes that had been prepared on the cooking table. Their family made seven dishes and one soup every year because of not many people.

It was obvious that Jiang Xiaoran had eaten a few dishes on the cooking table, and he was not surprised. Then he turned his attention to the steamer on the stove.

There is also a layer of straw paper sealed between the pot and the lid of the steamer. This is to better lock the flavor. Jiang Xiaoran asked curiously, "Grandpa, what is steaming in the pot? Is it steaming eggs?"

"Steamed green rice dumplings." Jiang Weiming smiled and said, "These green rice dumplings were brought to health this morning. They are very plump and very rare in this season. You are not at home every year when the green rice dumplings are fat. I have eaten it, and I thought about making it tonight to try it. "

Although Jiang Xiaoran didn't know what Qingye was, he swallowed subconsciously: "Is it delicious?"

"Of course it's delicious, but if you don't like it, Grandpa Jiang will match you with other dipping sauces, absolutely delicious." Jiang Weiming said.

Jiang Xiaoran stared at the steamer on the stove.

Jiang Weiming smiled even more kindly when he saw the little grandson: "Steam for a few minutes and you can cook."

Jiang Xiaoran stood beside and guarded.

Jiang Weiming took a small bowl of Jiang Xiaoran and sprinkled it with a bit of salty oil residue, let him wait while eating, and talk to him by the way.

"Of course, did you come by train this year or by car?" Jiang Weiming asked.

"I didn't buy a train ticket for my dad to drive." Jiang Xiaoran crunched and fried, "Grandpa, your fried oil residue is more fragrant than my mother's, and my mother's fried is old. "

"I just fry half a pot today, but if you like to take it all back, go back and let your mother fry the pickles for you."

Jiang Feng was envious of the separation of the walls. What kind of fairy treatment did Jiang Xiaoran originally have? He and several cousins ​​never dreamed of it!

"Are you tired of studying in high school?"

"Fortunately, it feels the same as junior high school. It's just that English is a little bit harder. When Gestalt is wrong, it's half wrong. My mother forced me to do Gestalt in English every day at home. I still did it before I left today. Talked to Jiang Weiming to learn.

He can only talk about this. As an ordinary Tianchao high school student, he only has to study in his life from the moment he entered the high school gate. After all, the smart phone has not been invented at this time.

Jiang Xiaoran complained and studied with his grandfather for a few minutes while eating oil residues. He stopped talking until his grandma came in.

"Is the meal all right?" Grandma Jiang Xiaoran asked.

"Hurry up, you can take these dishes out first, and the steamed barley will be ready immediately. Of course, don't eat before you wait, and help Grandpa take these two dishes out." Jiang Weiming began to divide the dishes.

Jiang Xiaoran quickly put down the small bowl filled with frying and began to work.

Jiang Weiming whispered, "Did you tell Xiaoyong?"

Grandma Jiang Xiaoran gave him an unpleasant white look, and her voice was also very low: "What to say, if you want to say such a shattering thing, I don't have this face."

"Do you know the attitude of the boss's family just outside, that is the attitude of asking for help? Except for the boss's wretchedness, all of them are uncles. I don't want to say this in the New Year." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran's voice grew louder Even Jiang Xiaoran, who had already taken two steps out, noticed.

"Be quiet, don't say this in front of your child." Jiang Weiming advised.

Jiang Xiaoran :?

"Of course, you have to bring the dishes to the living room first, grandma has something to tell your grandpa." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran smiled reluctantly.

"Oh." Jiang Xiaoran went out holding the dish, and then the cat overheard by the door.

Jiang Feng: ...

Wonderful!

Jiang Xiaoran squatted at the door and overheard, Jiang Feng stood brazenly in the kitchen and listened.

"Old man, this is really not my bias. And to say that we have been biased for so many years, the two of us are also biased bosses. Some things are not put on the bright side, and if they are on the bright side, it is not good for anyone." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran forced her anger.

"Now it's not a matter of money or money. Besides, do the two of us have money? The two of us are old bones. How much money can we spend in the country all day long. Look at Xiao Zhe's current situation. Regardless of how he taught him, Lu continued to develop according to this situation, let alone take out the two of our coffin books, and take out his coffin books are not small enough to be defeated! "

"I know, but, but ... but there is no way to delay the road, 150,000. How can he get such a large sum of money, he can't let him sell the house or let Xiao Zhe really go to prison." Jiang Weiming's face was full of compromises.

"You ... you're used to it, you see what they used to do with their grandfather." Grandma Jiang Xiaoran was so speechless, "Anyway I want to speak to you, I can't say this. You I do n’t feel so distressed. I feel distressed. All the palms and backs that are born from my stomach are meat. You are partial. You ~ www.novelhall.com ~ After speaking, Grandma Jiang Xiaoran will leave the kitchen and do n’t even want to serve the dishes.

Jiang Xiaoran's cat didn't actually hear anything at the door. He probed for half a head and didn't hear it, mainly because the outside wind couldn't hear anything.

When Jiang Xiaoran saw his grandmother turn around and walk out, he quickly spread his legs and ran to the living room. He ran here and Jiang Feng was still unprepared in the kitchen. The whole person was hit by the air wall and fell to the ground. Jiang Xiaoran ran fast. Jiang Feng didn't even have a chance to get up. He was dragged all the way to the living room and he didn't want to get up. He felt that he had just been beaten by dozens of strong men.

"What are you kid doing? Spread the dishes carefully." Lin Juan complained.

Jiang Feng struggled to get up from the ground, just trying to grab Jiang Xiaoran and yell.

"What are you running!"

With so many eavesdropping in memory, you are the worst I have ever seen!

Spicy chicken!