"You have nothing to say to me?"
Shen Anan raised his head.
"What do I have to say to you? No."
Huo Chengan sighed. His wife obviously didn't want to communicate with him at all.
I really don’t have much experience with women, and I don’t know what to do in this situation.
At this moment, Zhang Xiuying opened the door of the diwozi and came in. While putting down the pole on her shoulders, she asked,
"Hey, who is cooking?"
Shen Anan jumped up as soon as she heard Zhang Xiuying's voice and rushed over.
"Mom, you're back."
All that was left to Huo Chengan was the scent of soap on his nose.
Zhang Xiuying smiled when she saw her daughter and said,
"You came back earlier than me, but you don't seem to know how to cook. The smell of this food doesn't look like it was cooked by you!"
A wise daughter is better than a mother.
Huo Chengan said with a smile,
"Mom, I did it, and An An came back late. I happened to have nothing to do this afternoon, so I came back a little early.
Mom, please try my handiwork. "
Zhang Xiuying said while washing her hands,
"Oh, I'm so lucky. My son-in-law can actually cook, and I can even eat the food cooked by my son-in-law."
Huo Chengan started to put the food on the table. The family sat at the table and couldn't help but think of the meal that day.
Looking at today's meal, Zhang Xiuying and Shen Anan were stunned because Huo Chengan actually made fried noodles.
Huo Chengan probably bought some meat, so he chopped it into minced meat and made fried sauce.
Not to mention that after the minced meat and yellow sauce are stir-fried, the sauce has a rich aroma and a shiny color.
The most important thing is that Huo Chengan's cooking skills are definitely several levels higher than Shen An'an.
Shen An'an only cooks the rice, but Huo Chengan's noodles with fried bean paste are also cooked, which is really full of color, flavor and flavor.
Zhang Xiuying pulled out the sauce, took a bite and put it in her mouth, giving a thumbs up.
"Xiao Huo, you are really good at making noodles with soybean paste. Did you make these noodles yourself?
The rolled noodles are so chewy. "
Huo Chengan smiled,
"Mom, I cook at home, and I have to cook by myself in the army. Although I eat more in the canteen, I usually have activities in the canteen.
We cadres have to go down and mingle with everyone and help the recruits cook. "
"I got good at it over time. When our troops first arrived here, there was no canteen at all. The conditions were difficult at that time, and everyone was a master.
Over time, everyone can cook. "
Huo Chengan didn't even tell his family about this matter, but he naturally told it to Shen Anan and Zhang Xiuying.
"Oh, Xiao Huo, Mom is really sorry for you!
I didn’t teach my daughter well. To be honest, my daughter is not very good at cooking.
You're lucky if she doesn't steam the steamed buns into stone for you.
As for noodles, don’t even think about noodles that are so chewy. They may have become crumbs in the pot. "
"Mom, please stop talking. It doesn't matter. Whoever knows how to cook will cook. We all perform our duties. An An also has her strengths."
Hearing what her son-in-law said, Zhang Xiuying was even more satisfied.
I have to admit that this son-in-law has really become half of my son, and the more I look at him, the more satisfied he becomes.
Huo Chengan left after finishing the meal and cleaning up. Zhang Xiuying looked at her daughter sitting there, still reading the newspaper, and couldn't help but poke her with her hand.
"Cheng'an asked An An to take you back."
Huo Chengan smiled,
"Mom, this is the army, and she is a girl and I am a boy. How can a woman send a man back?
No, let her have a good rest in the room. She is also tired today. She may have been wronged on the team today and just wants to complain to you.
If I'm not here, you two can still have some words of respect for yourself. "
Shen An'an's face felt a little feverish after hearing these words. As someone else's wife, she didn't seem to have any consciousness at all.
Still pretending to stand up,
"I'd better take you out, otherwise look at my mother's little eyes and her knives are flying at me."
Huo Chengan laughed loudly and patted Shen Anan on the shoulder after leaving the door.
"Comrade Shen An'an, don't send her away. I am your man, not a child. There is no need to send her away. Just go back."
Shen Anan waved at Huo Chengan, turned around and went back to the house to complain to her mother.
Early the next morning, Shen Anan came to the ward early to take over.
I saw that the old lady's face was still sallow and her brows were furrowed.
I couldn't help but feel a little strange. I checked the old lady's forehead with my hand and it was still so hot, so I couldn't help but ask.
"Old lady, did you still have a fever last night?"
The old lady nodded,
"Hey, go and call your doctor. What is going on?
I have a fever every day, and the wound hurts so much. "
Before Shen Anan could call someone, Fang Jing had already brought the doctors in to check the ward.
When I got to the old lady's hospital bed, I took off the old lady's clothes and checked the wound.
Fang Jing raised her eyebrows, looking at the wound a little confused.
Why is it so difficult to heal the wound this time?
This is the old lady's fifth day. Logically speaking, the stitches can be removed tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Even if the wound heals slowly now, it is not in the current situation.
But she couldn't admit that there was something wrong with her surgery.
"Doctor Fang, what's going on with my wound? It hurts in waves, and the pain is as severe as a knife."
"Old lady, it's okay. You are old and it will be a little difficult for the wound to heal after being sutured. Don't worry, I will give you some anti-inflammatory medicine today."
Thinking of the old lady's fever, Fang Jing felt that the wound was still inflamed.
After sending Fang Jing and the others away, Shen Anan began to clean the old lady's wounds, looking at the wounds while cleaning.
She was also confused. Under normal circumstances, the old lady shouldn't be like this.
There are actually no problems with Fang Jing's current prescriptions and surgeries.
But the old lady was not feeling well, and she had a constant high fever.
After hesitating for a moment, Shen Anan pressed down harder with an alcohol cotton ball, trying to explore the inside of the wound.
As a result, when she exerted force, the old lady screamed in pain and almost fainted.
"Be gentle, it hurts me to death."
Shen Anan hesitated for a moment,
"Old lady, I want to check your wound. It may hurt a lot. I'll press it a few more times."
She felt something was wrong about this situation because the feeling inside the wound was completely different.
"Xiao Shen, it really hurts. Are you trying to kill me, an old lady?"
"Old lady, I just want to check the cause of your wound.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be a big deal if you keep having such a fever, and you seem to be in so much pain that you can't even get out of bed. "
"Look, look, oh, I shouldn't have had this surgery when I came to your hospital. You said our second child insisted on letting me have this surgery.
The result was good, it hurt even more than when I first started. "
"Ouch, ouch!"
