"I'll be honest with you!" Zhang Fan glanced at Jing Shu. The older her sister is, the more quirky she feels. If there is a trace of old-fashionedness in Zhang Fan's character, then Jing Shu definitely doesn't have it at all.

of.

After all, Jing Shu's fate was much better than Zhang Fan's. When Zhang Fan was born, her family was poor, but when Jing Shu was born, she no longer had to worry 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 meeting 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. After going to work, he could save whatever he could. And Jing Shu's life was much better.

Her brother Zhang Fan was already helping the family when the wave of layoffs came. When he went to college, his brother was already working. Although she was not a wealthy daughter, she did not suffer 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 for older people,

More understandable.

"Humph!" 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 very high requirements for hand sensitivity.

She never lets 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 good relationship with Zhang Fan. For example, Xue Fei's wife and Li Hui's biology teacher, they will ask Shao Hua out if nothing happens.

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 things that Shao Hua was interested in. People are really complicated things.

"Uh! I was fed a mouthful of dog food without any 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. After he has finished wiping, I have to wipe it again, so I just wipe it myself!"

Zhang Fan was doing the cleaning work, but Shao Hua disliked it. When he went into the kitchen, his father also disliked it. He simply provided logistics for everyone and served tea and water.

Zhang Fan's parents are not too partial, but it is obvious that Zhang Fan is his 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 seems that what my son said is absolutely right.

But for Jingshu, it was different. When she met her daughter, the old lady spoke with a steely voice. Even if Jingshu did better than Zhang Fan in the college entrance examination, it could not change her mother's opinion that her son studied 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 backed down and stopped arguing with me.

But the old man treated his daughter as if he were a different person. When Zhang Fan called her dad, he would greet her and raise his eyelids when he was in a good mood. But when he was in a bad mood, it was like he was deaf.

And when Jingshu yelled and said something unpleasant, the old man was like an old dog that had been spoiled. He came up to her and didn't say a word, but wagged his tail, fearing that he would be ignored.

So, people’s hearts are biased, and there is 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 festive atmosphere. The heavy snow in the sky has made the whole world quieter, but the lights at home particularly highlight 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.

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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.

Due to 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 will always prepare a lot of ingredients, as if to prevent something.

Zhang Fan's house is extremely lively this year.

Zhang Fan's wife 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 loved to eat it when he was smiling, but the conditions were not good back then, so he couldn’t eat it openly even during the Chinese New Year. But now, even if he can eat it openly, he always feels like he can’t eat it.

The taste of that time.

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 doesn't know how other people make 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 dough pancake five centimeters wide and twenty centimeters long in Zhang Fan's deft hands.

Then, mix honey and brown sugar flour to make the filling. The brown sugar is used for coloring, and the flour is used to increase the consistency.

A layer of dough, a layer of vermilion 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, start frying. When northwest people 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 enter the golden fat like fish, one by one, they enter the oil pan, and then the smoke in the fat suddenly slowly emits a wheat aroma.

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!" Zhang Fan's first batch of oily fruits had already come out of the pot. Zhang Fan's mother 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 bit 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.

"Crispy, sweet!" Zhang Fan nodded gently, fearing that his mother would feel his emotions, so Zhang Fan chewed quickly.

"Haha, then eat more."

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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 do what he does.

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 Niaoshi Winery, this guy gave Zhang Fan a variety of good wines.

There are red and white ones.

The two old men drank white wine, and Shao Hua specially found a bottle of tea from Laojiao. This wine was specially ordered for him to drink. The owner of the winery in Bird City said that this kind of wine could not be found on the market.

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

"Well, in the past two years, I have drunk a lot of good wine with Zhang Fan. I have been a tea drinker all my life, and I really didn't know that Laojiao tastes 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, he was lucky enough to meet you and meet Hua Zi.

Look at him, he is just like the rich man, he goes home and does nothing!"

"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 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 very involved, but sat aside and helped 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.

"How come I'm married to you? It's all your fault for giving random orders!" Shao Hua pouted.

Zhang Fan smiled and said nothing.
Chapter completed!