Chapter 243 The evil boasts about the leader’s dialect (all to be updated)
He Huiru heard her daughter-in-law's words, nodded and said:
"It's true that when you have a baby, there are more things to wash."
"No matter what time of the year, people need to wash. With a washing machine, adults' workload will be much easier."
"Especially in winter, the water in the water pipes freezes the bones when it is released."
"When I took care of Fang Yan and his brothers and sisters, I suffered a lot."
"If I could have had such a washing machine back then, even if it didn't have a dehydration bucket, I would have been so happy that I can't even imagine it."
Now I have picked up all the things that need to be washed by the little girl and sent them to the nanny to be washed. The Fang family pays her monthly money. I really don’t want to do those washing tasks anymore.
So now that I saw that Fang Yan had just gotten married, I immediately made arrangements for him. The biggest intention was to save the daughter-in-law from suffering in the future and the couple to have fewer conflicts.
Sometimes the couple at home quarrel over trivial matters.
Of course, Fang Yan and Zhu Lin understood my mother's intention and thanked her solemnly.
After testing the washing machine, I asked them to buy a gauze cover to cover it when they had time.
Nowadays, not only TVs, radios, refrigerators, and washing machines all like to have gauze covers.
It's like everyone has agreed that if someone has these electrical appliances at home but doesn't get these gauze covers, it's like not wearing clothes for their children.
Although Fang Yan doesn't understand it, he respects the aesthetics of the times. He thinks it should be like wearing a mobile phone case with a mobile phone in later generations. Things you spend a lot of money to buy must be carefully protected in order to feel worthy of what you spent. money.
After the household appliances matter was settled, Fang Yan asked his father and mother to write invitations.
They have a lot of people to invite. Although the Fang family does not have as many relatives as the Zhu family, they have many colleagues and friends, such as Aunt Wang Huiyuan, who arranges work for Fang Yan. These are all they must invite. .
There are also some uncles, aunts, and cousins whom Fang Yan hasn’t seen in many years.
Relatives are like this. Regardless of whether they contact each other on weekdays, when something big happens at home, you still have to invite them.
While the father and mother were thinking about the list, Fang Yan and Zhu Lin went to the kitchen. In order to meet the expectations of the father-in-law, Fang Yan had to show off his skills at dinner tonight.
The ingredients have been bought long ago, all I need is my father-in-law to place the menu.
However, after questioning, Fang Yan learned that his father-in-law planned to let him freely express himself. He had no taboos as long as it was made by Fang Yan, and he said he could eat it.
It is quite tolerant of all kinds of tastes from all over the world.
Hearing what he said, Fang Yan almost wanted to give him a little bit of Southwest F4's bent ears.
Dialect is sure that Lao Zhu has never eaten it.
The Queen of Dialect Cooking helped out, and as soon as the two of them entered the kitchen as a common combination, they immediately showed extremely high efficiency, much faster than the three-person combination of Zhu Lin cooking, father-in-law and mother-in-law in the morning.
The tacit understanding gained from long-term training made the two of them seem to be in a certain state in the kitchen. Professor Zhu who was watching felt as if he had seen a corner of the chef at a state banquet.
Even if he wanted to step in and help, there was nothing he could do. In the end, Fang Yan saw that he had nothing to do and assigned him the task of making firewood rice.
The natural gas stove is not enough, there is a wood stove at home, and there is some firewood that can be used.
This was not difficult, so Professor Zhu readily agreed.
I took the steamer and planned to make a pot of drained rice.
The busy time in the kitchen always passes very quickly, after Fang Yan has prepared several big dishes.
It's almost dinner time.
Professor Zhu's leek rice was also cooked. Fang Yan looked at it and actually made it pretty well. It was not as the father-in-law said before. He could only talk on paper when he entered the kitchen.
In order to let his father-in-law do it by himself every time in the future, Fang Yan praised him. Anyway, good words are free. If he can praise his father-in-law who likes to take the initiative to cook in the future, then these words are not a loss.
Sure enough, the affirmation of dialect gave Professor Zhu a great encouragement:
"Haha, actually I have never done this before. I didn't expect that I actually succeeded after following the instructions in the book. It seems that I am quite talented."
Fang Yan hurriedly said:
"That's right, cooking is actually much easier as long as you know the steps. Now you have no problem with the theory, so you can do it with ease."
Professor Zhu nodded and analyzed:
"Yes, yes, the reason why I didn't do well before was because the stove in the kitchen at home restricted my performance."
Dialect immediately took over:
"Then you will come here more often to use firewood stoves." Professor Zhu nodded vigorously:
"Haha, good!"
Fang Yan saw his father-in-law's hearty smile and silently praised himself.
Well planned and successful!
I glanced at my watch and found that it was already dinner time. Fang Yan asked everyone to wash their hands and get ready to eat.
Then all the prepared dishes were brought from the kitchen to the main hall.
At this moment, Fang Yan found that his little brother had not come out yet, so he walked to the door of the study, opened the door gently and took a look inside.
Well, the little brother is still writing hard.
From the looks of it, he must be completely in the zone, not paying any attention to the outside world.
"What's going on? You're not coming out yet?" I walked over and asked Fang Yan.
"Shh!"
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
Fang Yan closed the door gently and made a silent gesture to his mother.
He lowered his voice and said to my mother:
"He has reached a key point in his writing now. Let's not disturb him. Let him finish writing this plot before asking him to eat."
My mother was a little surprised and asked in disbelief:
"He...can he really write good articles?"
Only then did Fang Yan feel that the words "prejudice is a big mountain" had materialized in front of him.
He said to his mother:
"I believe it can definitely be done."
"You will know when we take out his manuscript later."
After saying that, he pointed to the dining table in the main hall:
"Okay, let's eat by ourselves first, and leave the kitchen for him."
……
After Fang Yan came to the table, he gave a brief explanation, and then the weekend family dinner began.
For tonight's dish, Fang Yan avoided all the dishes the queen had cooked before, making it impossible for her to compare or comment on her previous dishes. Instead, she actively shared her cooking experience.
The queen listened to Fang Yan talking while eating, and also discussed the cooking method with Professor Zhu. She immediately felt that she had gained a lot and was planning to cook a meal under Fang Yan's guidance tomorrow night.
Anyway, the tickets issued by Dongzhimen Hospital can only be used this month, so it is good to take this opportunity to practice more.
Of course I have no objection to Fang Yan. If my wife wants to make progress, she must support her!
After hearing this, he immediately raised his hands in agreement.
I was already thinking about how to boast.
As long as the Queen cooks, even if it is boiled water, Fang Yan can praise her for the perfect heat.
When everyone had almost finished their meal, the study door was finally opened.
Fang Chen walked out of the study, holding the manuscript in his hand, waving excitedly at the dialect and saying:
"Brother, look, I wrote it in one breath, at least eight thousand words."
"I feel like I can really do it!"
"Please help me take a look and see what I wrote."
Fang Yan took it, gave it directly to my mother, and said to her:
"Come on, Mom, let's take a look first."
PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe everyone 43,000.
No more today, please be early tomorrow.
It's the end of the month, everyone cast their monthly votes, and there's still more than 300 left to reach 2000. Please give Lao Feng a hand!
(End of chapter)