"I'm sorry for you!" Zhang Fan glanced at Jing Shu. The older my sister gets, the weirder she feels. If there is a trace of old-fashionedness in Zhang Fan's character. So, Jing Shu definitely didn’t bring any of it.
After all, Jing Shu's fate is much better than Zhang Fan's. When Zhang Fan was born, his family was poor, but when Jing Shu was born, he no longer worried about food and clothing.
When Zhang Fan came of age, he encountered a wave of layoffs. Although Zhang Fan's father's business was half-dead in the early years, it was still a shelter from wind and rain no matter how bad it was.
When this place was lost, his parents looked like the sky was falling, and the family was filled with emotions. To be honest, Zhang Fan never wanted to feel like this again in his life.
It is estimated that Zhang Fan felt this way when he met the post-80s generation of that era. He definitely had an unforgettable worry that Zeng Jin never wanted to talk about or face.
Therefore, after going to college, Zhang Fan would rather sell instant noodles to make money. When you go to work, you can save whatever you can. But Jingshu's life is much better.
When the wave of layoffs came, her brother Zhang Fan was already helping the family. When he went to college, his brother was already working. Although she is not a wealthy daughter, she has not suffered much.
Therefore, her character is more lovable than Zhang Fan. It can be said that the environment can destroy a person, but it can also build a person. Zhang Fan's character has more of an inexplicable responsibility. Perhaps older people can understand it better.
"Hmph!" Jingshu twisted her nose.
"Here, let me help you." Zhang Fan rolled up his sleeves and reached into the detergent basin to get a rag.
"Don't move, don't move this. Last time I heard from Xue Fei's wife that your surgeons have high requirements for hand sensitivity.
She never let Xue Fei's hands touch irritating things. I didn't know that before, but now I know. Stop moving and go make the noodles! "
Shao Hua stopped Zhang Fan. In the past, Shao Hua didn't know many family members in the hospital. After all, Zhang Fan had only entered the hospital not long ago.
But after Zhang Fan became the leader of the hospital, in just six months, every family member got to know Shao Hua 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 would make an appointment with Shao Hua whenever they had nothing to do.
To be honest, the family members who were able to get an appointment with Shao Hua were all very emotionally intelligent, and they talked about what Shao Hua was interested in. Human beings are really complex things.
"Uh! I was fed a mouthful of dog food without warning!" Jing Shu looked at her sister-in-law and her brother and said exaggeratedly.
"Speak nicely!" Zhang Fan and his mother said to Jing Shu at the same time.
"Partiality!" Jingshu stuck out her tongue, "Sister-in-law, just spoil your husband."
"He is already busy at work. The most important thing is that I don't worry about him wiping it. After he has finished wiping it, I have to wipe it again, so I might as well do it myself!"
Shao Hua disliked Zhang Fan's cleaning work, and his father also disliked it when he entered the kitchen. Simply set up logistics for everyone and serve tea and water.
Zhang Fan's parents are not too partial, but it is obvious that Zhang Fan is her mother's pet peeve. She never says anything wrong about her eldest son. Even when she does speak, it is very gentle or in a consultative tone.
It was as if what his son said was absolutely right.
But for Jingshu, it was different. When facing her daughter, the old lady spoke with a steely voice. Even if Jing Shu did better than Zhang Fan in the college entrance examination, it would not change her mother's opinion that her son would study better.
Zhang Fan's father is different. In the past, he could start talking to Zhang Fan with just three words. When Zhang Fan was not at work, he often quarreled with his father.
Later, when he went to work, Zhang Fan retreated. Don’t argue with me anymore.
But the old man treats his daughter as if he were a different person. Zhang Fan calls her dad, and when he is in a good mood, he raises his eyelids to greet her, but when he is in a bad mood, it's as if he is deaf.
And when Jingshu yelled and said something unpleasant, the old man was like an old dog that had let loose. He came close to her without saying a word, and wagged his tail, fearing that he would be ignored.
So, people’s hearts are biased, and there’s really nothing wrong with that.
The family is in full swing preparing for the New Year’s meal. The heavy snow is slowly falling, and there is an increasingly New Year atmosphere. The heavy snow in the sky has made the whole world a lot quieter, but the lights at home particularly show the warmth of the home.
The Spring Festival in the south is usually full of red flowers and green willows. Many southerners go to the flower market. However, as a northwesterner, Zhang Fan always feels that the absence of snow during the New Year is like the sweetness of tofu. It is not that it cannot be eaten, but it is uncomfortable to eat. .
The Spring Festival of tea element makes people feel that this is the Chinese New Year and this is the feeling of tranquility in all things.
Because of the weather, during the Chinese New Year in the northwest, a lot of ingredients are often prepared. Although supermarkets are open every day now, if there are elderly people at home, they always prepare a lot of ingredients, as if to prevent something.
Zhang Fan's house is extremely lively this year.
Zhang Fan's mother and father were frying pasta. After all, they are from the northwest, so they are better at pasta.
Youguozi is a specialty pasta snack in the northwest. Zhang Fan loves to eat when he laughs, but conditions were not good back then, so he couldn't eat it even during the Chinese New Year. But now, when I can eat it openly, I always feel like I can’t taste the same taste as before.
In the northwest, especially in the surrounding rural areas near Lanshi, if a housewife cannot make pasta well, her status in the family will not be high anyway.
Oily fruits should look golden and taste crisp and dry. After Zhang Fan poured tea for everyone, he stood behind his mother and quietly watched the old lady making pasta.
Beat a few eggs into the flour, and then the most important thing is to put a certain amount of oil that has been refined in the flour. Zhang Fan didn't know how other people made fried pasta.
But for this one at home, Zhang Fan’s mother secretly told Zhang Fan that whether it is crispy or not depends entirely on the oil mixed in the flour.
When the flour turns into dough, it is slowly rolled out into a five centimeter wide and twenty centimeter long dough in Zhang Fan's deft hands.
Then, mix honey and brown sugar flour to make the filling. The brown sugar is for color and the flour is for thickening.
A layer of dough, a layer of vermillion filling, and then another layer of dough.
The dough has been kneaded until it feels oily and smooth. The three-layer structure is gently stacked together, and then quickly cut into small noodles as wide as a pair of chopsticks.
Then, gently twist it in one direction, just like a screw with three lines twisted together.
Finally, explode. When people in the northwest make fried pasta, they often put a little animal fat in vegetable oil. This will lower the oil temperature and prevent the pasta from being burnt on the outside and not yet cooked inside.
When the white noodles entered the golden fat like fish, one by one, they entered the oil pan, and then the smoke from the fat suddenly slowly emitted with the aroma of wheat.
Immediately afterwards, the white oil fruit began to change color, from light yellow to golden yellow.
Zhang Fan's mother placed the oil fruits, and Zhang Fan's father was responsible for frying them. The two divided the labor and cooperated.
"Have a taste!" Father Zhang Fan's first batch of oily fruits has come out of the pot. Mother Zhang Fan wiped her hands on her apron, quickly picked up one and brought it to Zhang Fan's mouth.
"Taste it to see if it's sweet or not. This year I put not only eggs but also milk in it. Open your mouth, you kid."
Seeing Zhang Fan not opening his mouth, I was a little annoyed.
I don’t know why, maybe I saw the white hair that suddenly appeared between my temples, or the crow’s feet at the corners of my eyes.
Zhang Fan felt an inexplicable urge to cry.
"Crisp, sweet!" Zhang Fan nodded gently, fearing that his mother would feel his emotions, so Zhang Fan chewed quickly.
"Haha, then eat more."
…
Zhang Fan's parents are responsible for the pasta, while Zhang Fan's father-in-law and mother-in-law are responsible for the meat.
Especially the sweet and sour fish made by my father-in-law. To be honest, ordinary restaurants really can't make it like this.
Every household in the heavy snow is preparing to celebrate the New Year. There are only snowflakes floating, but it looks particularly peaceful and peaceful.
Because Zhang Fan had to lead the general team on duty on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day, the family celebrated the New Year in advance.
The two old men wanted to drink a little. Although Zhang Fan didn't drink, he still had a lot of good wine at home.
Especially after becoming friends with the owner of Bird City Winery, this guy gave Zhang Fan a variety of good wines.
There are red and white ones.
The two old men drank liquor, and Shao Hua specially found a bottle of tea from Laojiao. This wine was specially ordered for me to drink. The owner of the winery in 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, in the past two years, I've drank a lot of good wine with Zhang Fan. I've been a tea drinker all my life, and I really didn't know that Laojiao tasted so good."
Zhang Fan's father-in-law looked at his son-in-law with a smile.
"Isn't this what it should be? If he doesn't respect you, who will he respect? Let me tell you, it was his fate that he met you and Hua Zi.
Look at him, he is just like the rich man, doing nothing at home! "
"Okay, it's a big holiday, so much food and drink, I can't stop your mouth. Huazi, come and have a taste." Zhang Fan's mother was not happy.
"Haha, everything is fine, everything is fine!" My father-in-law was happy.
The mother-in-law is also happy.
Jing Shu and the other girls drank red wine, while Zhang Fan drank Tieguanyin.
"I don't have any requirements for you this year, except that you should have children."
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After dinner, Jingshu, Shaohua and the others sat together and played mahjong.
Zhang Fan was not too involved, but sat aside to help read the cards.
To be honest, in Zhang Fan's eyes, even if he hasn't played poker for many years, it's okay not to talk about their skills.
"What's wrong with my father-in-law? It's all your fault for giving random orders!" Shao Hua pouted.
Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing.
The next day, Shao Hua drove Jing Shu in a pickup truck, and the two old men drove their own Santana directly back to the farm.
