Accidentally Born in the ‘60s: (Catch bugs)

Zhen Zhen covered her red face and looked at Xi Junjie, she felt numb all over by him: How could such a good-looking boy who can tease and cook be my boyfriend? I must have saved the world in my last life!

Seeing Zhen Zhen staring at herself without blinking, Xi Junjie smiled and helped her straighten her hair: "If you keep watching, maybe our dishes will be cold."

Zhen Zhen immediately came back to her senses. Although beauty is important, you can see it anytime. If the food is cold, the taste will be reduced. Isn't it a waste of Xi Junjie's labor.

Zhen Zhen immediately took out the long tray, placed six dishes on it, and then walked out. Xi Junjie hurriedly stopped her and smiled helplessly: "Didn't you say that you will leave all such work to me in the future?"

"Yes yes yes!" Zhen Zhen carefully put the tray into Xi Junjie's hand: "This is the first time I have a partner, so I'm not used to it." Seeing Xi Junjie's weak arms, Zhen Zhen felt a little uncomfortable. He assuredly said: "If you can't hold it, remember to tell me, I have a lot of energy."

Xi Junjie took the tray and walked forward with ease: "I still have some strength, after all..." His eyes swept over Zhen Zhen's body: "I have to hold heavier things."

Zhen Zhen instantly understood the meaning of Xi Junjie's words, she felt that her face must be red again.

As soon as the two walked to the corridor, Mingbei and Mingxi both came out, Zhen Zhen pointed to the kitchen and said, "The dishes are all ready, help me bring them here."

Ming Bei stretched his neck and looked at the six dishes with all the colors and flavors on the plate, and suddenly felt a little hungry. Touching his belly, Mingbei decided to pat Zhen Zhen's **** and try to eat more in the future: "Young girl, this dish looks delicious when you make it, you are really becoming more and more capable."

Zhen Zhen glanced at Xi Junjie next to her, and told Ming Bei happily, "Junjie did it." Hearing Zhen Zhen's tone of his own, Xi Junjie felt as sweet as if he had eaten honey. Seeing Xi Junjie smirk at herself, Zhen Zhen held his arm uneasy, urging him to go forward.

Mingbei looked at the backs of the two walking farther and farther, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Second brother, this Xi Junjie is very capable. He can cook well. He looks better than Zhen Zhen's." Even if people can cook, you don't need to be scared like this, right?"

Mingxi clutched her frightened little heart and always felt that she had discovered a great secret. She remembered that she had told Zhen Zhen and Xi Junjie that they were running together in the morning in the main room, Mingxi just wanted to give himself a big mouth. No wonder his father's eyes turned out to be his own watery Chinese cabbage that was going to be poached.

Mingbei's **** is rooted to the end, and he didn't think about it at all, and he happily exchanged his experience with Mingxi: "I think we have to have a good relationship with Xi Junjie, and when the weekend is off, invite him to play at home, Just by smelling the aroma of the dish, you know it's delicious."

"Fourth! For the sake of your own brother, brother told you, don't you talk less when you're eating?" Seeing Mingbei's appearance, Mingxi sighed and concluded Said: "Especially you can't praise the delicious food, otherwise you may not be able to go back to school today."

Mingbei touched his head and saw that Mingxi had already headed towards the kitchen. He immediately forgot about Mingxi's explanation: "Oh my god, it's so fragrant, I'm drooling."

Mr. Li led the guests to wash their hands and went to the main hall, and found that the large round table inside was already full of various dishes. When Mrs. Li saw it, she murmured in her heart, thinking that this dish must not be made by Zhen Zhen. Even if these people in the family, Zhen Zhen, can cook, there are many tricks, and they have learned medicinal food from Mr. Zhang, but compared with these dishes on the table today, you can still see a big gap, at least This color, lustre, fragrance, and bells and whistles don't look like Zhen Zhen's craftsmanship.

Actually, Zhen Zhen just ate a lot of food in the past life, just like the gourd and the scoop, but the people in Beicha are only stewed vegetables, and they seldom cook even fried vegetables, so they all feel that Zhen Zhen cooks. Lots of ideas are delicious. But Xi Junjie is different. He wants to do his best in everything he does. When he and his parents were in France, the school had a cooking class, and he invited a famous chef to teach the students how to cook. Xi Junjie took this as the main course very seriously. After the school course was over, he even went to the restaurant to be a teacher. Now his French food is better than that of ordinary restaurant chefs.

Xi Junjie learned how to cook Chinese food because Xi Changbo met a chef who had taken refuge in France by chance when he was in Paris. Because of that chef's good cooking skills, before the founding of the People's Republic of China, many capitalists were proud to book his table. After the capitalists fell, he was also implicated. Fortunately, he saved a lot of money in those years and found a way to lead him. I went directly to France with my family.

When the chef arrived in French, he couldn't speak the language, and there was no suitable restaurant willing to hire him, and he couldn't even find a suitable place to live, so he was very embarrassed for a while. It just so happened that Xi Changbo went out to visit a friend one day. The chef saw that he was also from the same country, so desperately came to ask for help. Xi Changbo had also heard the name of this person when he was in China. Thinking that the house he bought was relatively large, and there were two rooms on the first floor that had been vacant, he took in this person's family. The chef didn't pay anything in return. Seeing that Xi Junjie was interested in cooking, he taught him carefully for three years. Later, Xi Changbo returned to China after Renman, and before he left, he helped the chef to open a Chinese restaurant, but because of the ten years in China, the two have been afraid to communicate. After so many years, there is no way to communicate.

Although Xi Junjie's cooking skills are top-notch, he rarely cooks because of his love of Jie's temperament. Usually, he only cooks a table of dishes on New Year's Day, parents' birthdays, grandparents and grandparents' birthdays. Therefore, the elders of the Xi family and the Ling family are most looking forward to their birthdays.

Xi Changbo and Ling Xiulan were sitting in the guest seats. When they saw the dishes on the table, they looked at each other silently. Xi Junjie had a lot of quirks in cooking. The shrimp head is next to the shrimp head, and the circle left in the middle is comparable to drawing with a compass; or it looks like the crispy fried pigeon, although Xi Junjie has cut them for convenience, but in order to keep them. The shape is complete. After he cut it, he put it back bit by bit. If he didn't look carefully, he basically couldn't see any signs of being cut.

The two families sat around the round table. Li Muwu took out several kinds of wine in the house. He patted a big wine jar and opened it provocatively, looking at Xi Changbo: "This is the wine I brewed in Beicha. We use the puree wine brewed by our hydrolysis plant and winery, which has a full 62 degrees, and contains medicinal materials such as ginseng, deer antler, and ganoderma lucidum, do you dare to drink it?"

Xi Changbo pulled off the stopper of the wine, and the rich aroma of the wine came out in an instant. Looking at it, there were seven or eight taels of ginseng, whole deer antlers, a bowl of ganoderma lucidum, and various unfamiliar medicinal materials. Looking at Li Muwu in horror: "Will you drink this without nosebleeds?"

Li Muwu glanced at him and said confidently: "I'm in great shape, so I don't drink this."

"Then why are you soaking it?" Xi Changbo silently put the wine stopper back, with a heartache on his face: "That ginseng must be over a hundred years old."

Li Muwu looked at him cheerfully: "My jar of wine is dedicated to all kinds of dissatisfaction. If anyone comes to my house and dissatisfies me, I will invite him to drink this wine."

Xi Changbo looked at him speechlessly: "You are too careful."

Mr. Li smiled and waved her hand: "Don't listen to his nonsense, this wine is what I usually drink, but I don't dare to drink too much, only one or two a day."

Xi Changbo quickly let go of his hand, Li Muwu took a delicate small long spoon and poured a little wine from it into the small pocket wine cup in front of Mrs. Li, and then moved the wine jar back.

Old Li's house has a lot of wine, and Li Muwen brings it here every year and festival. Usually, Li Muwu likes to drink sorghum wine at home, and the wine that Li Muwen sends is reserved for drinking when the guests come.

A bottle of Maotai came out, and the two poured a cup each. Mingxi was at home on vacation and poured a cup with him. Ling Xiulan didn't drink white wine, and Wang Sufen was embarrassed to ask for it, so Zhen Zhen took out a bottle of wine from the cabinet beside her.

"The vines in the yard originally thought they would not survive, but after serving for half a year, a lot of grapes fell down, and they were big and sweet. I picked some of my own wine, which may not be as good as the ones sold abroad. Drink it, but I made it clean and fresh." Zhen Zhen smiled and poured a cup for Ling Xiulan and Wang Sufen each, Mingbei smelled the sweetness and the faint aroma of wine and wanted it.

Anyway, this stuff is not intoxicating, so Zhen Zhen poured a glass for Ming Bei, Xi Junjie and herself. Xie Yanan and Wang Xinwen were pregnant and they were drinking pure grape juice.

Mr. Li took a sip of wine and then greeted everyone to eat. Although Zhen Zhen was full just now, but seeing the delicious food on the table, she couldn't help but stretched out her chopsticks and grabbed a piece of mandarin duck chicken. eat.

Li Muwu is relatively rough, and he has eaten rough food all his life. In the past, stewed meat and fish was a good life. Now, when he sees this kind of dish that looks like a painting, he doesn't know which one to choose.

Zhen Zhen saw that Li Muwu and Wang Sufen didn't move their chopsticks, so she rolled a roast duck for each of them. When the two of them finished eating the roast duck, the dishes on the plate were all gone, so the two of them got closer. dishes. Not to mention the thick lines of the old Li family, Li Muwu didn't eat anything wrong at all. He just ate a few mouthfuls of dishes and forgot about drinking. He took the dishes one by one, and the food was as fragrant as Mingbei.

Xi Changbo came back with a piece of Biluo Shrimp. As soon as he entered it, Xi Changbo confirmed his thoughts. On Mr. Ling's birthday in April, Xi Junjie had cooked this dish, and the taste was exactly the same. Xi Changbo raised his head and glanced at Xi Junjie, only to see that he was not afraid of getting his hands dirty this time, and was diligently peeling shrimp for Li Mingzhen, and suddenly sighed in his heart: "It's not a big deal."

As if to impress Lao Li's family, Xi Junjie cooked all the ingredients in the kitchen, and even the carp that Zhen Zhen thought had too many thorns also made a sweet and sour fish. After the carp fillets are well-cut, they are deep-fried in a frying pan, and the shape of a carp leaping over a dragon gate is placed, and then topped with the boiled soup.

In the kitchen just now, in order to keep the sweet and sour fish intact, Zhen Zhen didn't dare to try it. When Mrs. Li picked up the first chopsticks, Zhen Zhen couldn't wait to put one piece for Wang Sufen first, and another piece with crispy skin for herself. fish into the mouth.

I also ate sweet and sour fish when I traveled in my previous life. I don't know if it was not done well. The strong sweet and sour taste caused the carp to have a very earthy smell. When Xi Junjie was making sweet and sour fish, he first removed the fishy lines, and when frying the fish, the oil temperature was just right, which not only retained the freshness and tenderness of the fish, but also did not let the oil remain in the fish.

This sweet, sour and tender dish has won praise from all the ladies on the table. Mrs. Li praised it several times without saying it. Even Xie Yanan and Wang Xinwen, who had been tainted by the fishy smell before, also ate it. , Not only did I have no morning sickness reaction, but I also opened up my appetite and ate a bowl of rice more than usual.

After eating a meal for more than an hour, Li Muwu was very satisfied with his bulging belly. He wiped his hands and mouth with the warm handkerchief that Zhen Zhen had prepared for everyone, feeling a little complacent. Looking at Xi Changbo: "Is the food my daughter makes delicious?"

Xi Changbo looked at him strangely, wondering if telling the truth would drive him crazy.

Zhen Zhen drank two glasses of wine at the banquet, her cheeks were reddish and her eyes were watery, she held a small handkerchief and looked at Xi Junjie with a straight smile, hearing Li Muwu praised his delicious cooking, she hurriedly gave Xi Junjie changed his name: "Dad, except for the roast duck, I made the dishes on this table, and everything else is Junjie's craftsmanship."

Xi Junjie looked at Zhen Zhen with a smile, his tone was very gentle: "Zhen Zhen also helped a lot."

"Jun...jie..." Li Muwu's head couldn't turn after drinking a lot of wine, he hesitantly turned his head to look at Xi Junjie, and then looked at Mrs. Li blankly: "Mother, you said Am I drinking too much? I feel like something is wrong."

Mr. Li was a little confused when she saw her granddaughter looking at Xi Junjie's smiling face full of peach blossoms, as if they were polite and courteous when they met in the morning, why did Junjie call out directly at noon So intimate, why is the skill of cooking a meal different?

In front of outsiders, Mrs. Li didn't want to ask Zhen Zhen directly in the street. She left Xi Changbo and Ling Xiulan to drink tea for a while before sending them outside the gate.

Back to the house, Li Muwu baijiu lay on the bed and slept soundly. Mingxi and the others were cleaning the dishes in the main hall. Mrs. Li went in and saw that Zhen Zhen was not in the room and asked Mingbei, "Where's Bao'er? "

Ming Bei piled all the bowls together and prepared to move out: "Zhen Zhen said that the wine is a little too high, she wants to go back to the house to wash her face and squint for a while."

"Oh." Mrs. Li nodded: "Then who of the two of you brothers will talk to me?"

As soon as the voice fell, Mingxi immediately lowered his head in a guilty conscience, and Mingbei raised his head stupidly, with a blank expression: "What are you talking about? You are not sleepy, you still want to chat?"

Old Mrs. Li found a chair and sat down, sighing deeply: "Although I said in the morning that the child can make his own decisions and develop freely, but this development is too fast, so I'm a little mentally prepared. No, what do you think I'm still sleeping? My heart is pounding right now, your father is confused by drinking and reacting, you have to wait for him to wake up, and you have to be happy."

"No, what's going on?" Mingbei stared at Mrs. Li, and then looked at Mingxi, who was about to get under the table, but still didn't catch the string.

Old Mrs. Li glanced at him speechlessly, wishing she could stab him in the head with her hands: "You didn't see that your sister and that kid from the Xi family were in a relationship."

Mingbei was taken aback: "No, when did it happen? When we came back yesterday, the two of them were sitting in the front and the other in the back, and they didn't look like they were friends?"

Ms. Li felt even more sour: "When did it happen? It's not about today!" She glanced at Ming Bei angrily: "Let me ask you, what did they say when you were cooking? Now, how come the kung fu will be like this in a while? You didn't see your sister, and when you saw Xi Junjie, you were as happy as a flower."

"I didn't say anything." Mingbei didn't even bother to clean up the bowl, he tried to think about what happened today: "It was Xi Junjie and I who went out in the morning, I went to kill the pigeons, he went to the garden Looking for Zhen Zhen, and when they came back from the garden with the fish, they kicked us all out and told us to go back to the house and rest."

"Then you all go back to the house and rest?" Mrs. Li looked at Ming Bei speechlessly, and then glared at Ming Xi, who could no longer see the top of her head: "You stand up for me, you are all in your thirties. What are you going to drill under the table?"

Mingxi showed his head in embarrassment and said with a smirk: "There are some bones in the ground, I'll pick them up." Afraid that Mrs. Li would not believe it, he even showed Mrs. Li the trash can.

Old Mrs. Li gave him a white look and did not hesitate to expose his little tricks: "Don't fix that useless thing, tell me the real business."

When Mingxi saw it, he couldn't hide from it, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Yanan smelled the fishy smell of acid reflux in the kitchen, and I hurriedly accompany her back. Nai, I think you have to ask Ming Bei about this, his wife and Zhen Zhen live upstairs and downstairs in the school, and Ming Bei also sees the sky going to Imperial College, and he knows more about the designation than I do."

Mr. Li's eyes came over, and Mingbei was suddenly stunned: "I really don't know, I remember that Wenwen mentioned Zhen Zhen before and said that Xi Junjie is good-looking, but I didn't see them there after that. Let's go together." After a pause, Li Mingbei added: "Wenwen and Zhen Zhen are not from the same department, the classes are different, and sometimes we don't see each other once a day."

Looking at the silly grandson, Mrs. Li knew she couldn't ask anything, and sat there and sighed. Seeing the unhappy appearance of the old lady at home, Mingxi didn't care about being scolded, so he quickly put his things aside, sat next to Mrs. Li, and asked cautiously, "Milk, Did you miss Xi Junjie?"

"It's a match..." Mrs. Li's expression was a little tangled: "I just didn't prepare well, you don't know that I'm flustered, it's like your sister marrying tomorrow, it's always uncomfortable. ."

"What's so uncomfortable about that?" Mingbei was puzzled: "His house lives next door. If the two of them get married in the future, I think it's fine to demolish the wall that the government added later. Anyway, this house is Zhen Zhen, the house looks more spacious when you open it up, think about how big the garden will be at the back."

Mr. Li looked at Ming Bei in shock, stood up abruptly, and immediately took a step back for Ming Bei, and asked weakly, "Am I... said the wrong thing again?"

Old Mrs. Li stood up and walked to Ming Bei in three big steps. She slapped him on the back with a slap, causing Ming Bei to shiver. Mingbei had a bitter face, just not knowing what he said wrong, when he heard Mrs. Li laugh: "Oh Mingbei, you have finally become smart after so many years. You said why I didn't think of it, Xi Junjie is the only son over there, and this is Zhen Zhen's house. After getting married, it will be a family after the wall is demolished."

The more Mrs. Li thought about the more beautiful she became, she almost laughed out loud: "If you say that, in fact, the two of them are very good friends. Even if Zhen Zhen gets married in the future, she will not be able to live outside, so I can still serve her. Confinement to watch a child or something."

Mingxi looked at Mrs. Li with a dark expression on her face: "Damn, you're thinking too far, Zhen Zhen has three years to graduate, and the marriage is still early."

"Why early? How fast is the blink of an eye in three or four years." Old lady Li touched the cigarette bag, lit it, took a deep breath, and thought for a moment: "The dowry for Zhen Zhen has to be thought out in advance."

The more Mrs. Li thinks, the more she realizes that this matter can't be delayed any longer. She pointed to the north with the cigarette bag and pot: "Go to the house and call your mother, and your mother and I have to discuss this matter carefully." /

Mingxi looked at her dumbfoundedly: "Damn, you are not afraid of scaring my mother."

"You know shit." Mrs. Li gave her a blank look: "I have to explain it to her. She won't know how to persuade your father when your father is crying and urinating in a hurry at night."

Ming Bei went to Wang Sufen with a bitter face, while Ming Xi swiftly cleaned up the table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. After cleaning the dishes, Mingxi thought that the table in the room had to be wiped, and the floor had to be swept, and he took the guy back to the main hall.

In the main hall, Mrs. Li had already told Wang Sufen about the relationship between Xi Junjie and Zhen Zhen, Wang Sufen was also mixed when she heard it: "Zhen Zhen, this girl finally has a partner, mother, you don't know that I was always worried before. , I'm still thinking about what kind of man she can like if our girl is so capable. Fortunately, she doesn't need to look for it, I'll bring one back myself. If I look for it, I can't find such a beautiful one. "

Wang Sufen said she was a little worried: "I'm just worried about Zhen Zhen, his father is definitely not at ease, you don't think he usually doesn't say a word, but his heart always hurts Zhen Zhen, every Saturday, he will Early in the morning, I muttered and asked me to buy a few dishes that Zhen Zhen likes to eat, for fear of starving his daughter. He is really hurting Zhen Zhen, you can see how he was so dark when he heard Zhen Zhen and Xi Junjie go out for a run in the morning today, If it is said that Zhen Zhen is the target, he will be bombarded."

"It's not that bad." Mrs. Li took a puff of her cigarette and was also a little worried: "But Zhen Zhen has always had a big idea, and it's not a bad thing, you can't stop her. Otherwise, let's hide it first. It's her father's, anyway, he doesn't necessarily remember what happened at noon anyway."

"What if I remember a little bit?" Wang Sufen looked at Mrs. Li eagerly.

Mr. Li put down the cigarette bag and pot, and her tone was very firm: "It's just that he was dreaming, it's nothing. Anyway, in the future, the kid from the Xi family will have to come to the house all the time. He will get used to it slowly."

Wang Sufen has unconditional trust in Mrs. Li, she immediately nodded and said, "Mother's idea is no problem."

Mr. Li glanced at Ming Bei, who was sweeping the floor, and called him over: "You can have snacks when you are in school, and look at your sister and the kid from the Xi family. You are good at dealing with people, don't let him pull him. Do you know how to touch your sister's hand?"

"Got it." Ming Bei patted his chest: "Don't worry, milk, I specified that he would not hold my sister's hand."

In the afternoon, Xi Junjie was waiting at the bus stop early. As soon as Mingbei, Wang Xinwen and Zhen Zhen left the alley, Xi Junjie saw it with sharp eyes and hurried over to greet them: "Zhen Zhen..."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" Ming Bei stretched out his arms to block Zhen Zhen: "Don't hold hands."

Xi Junjie glanced at Mingbei and handed a paper bag in his hand to Mingbei: "I made some fried pork ribs in the afternoon. Brother Mingbei and sister-in-law will eat it while it's hot in the car later."

Ming Bei sniffed the fragrance from the paper bag, and swallowed his saliva very hopelessly. He looked back at Zhen Zhen and asked embarrassedly, "Can I have it?"

Zhen Zhen looked at me and his laziness was about to flow down, she nodded seriously: "Just take it if you give it to me."

Mingbei immediately turned around and took the paper bag and showed it to Wang Xinwen: "Daughter-in-law, can you eat this smell?"

Zhen Zhen bypassed Ming Bei who was blocking the road, walked to Xi Junjie, looked at the lunch boxes in the big bag in his hand, and asked curiously, "What did you bring?"

Xi Junjie smiled and pointed it out to her: "When I got home in the afternoon, my mother asked me to blow up the remaining five pigeons, and I brought you three. In addition, there are new hairy crabs delivered by someone else at home. , I stewed four crab noodles and lion heads for you. At noon, I saw that you like sweet and sour dishes, and I made a sweet and sour pork ribs, and a chestnut choy sum to remove oil and greasy. I used it this year. The chestnuts that just came off in autumn are sweet and pasty regardless of their size.” Finally, Xi Junjie pointed to the not very large thermal insulation bucket on the top: “There is also a snail in soup, which can not only appetize and relieve stagnation, but also Beauty and beauty, especially for you."

Just listening to Zhen Zhen makes my mouth drool, looking at one lunch box after another, Zhen Zhen is moved and distressed: "You cook so many dishes at noon, why don't you take a break in the afternoon?"

"It doesn't take much effort." Xi Junjie looked at Zhen Zhen and smiled warmly: "Also, I like to see you eating the dishes I make."

Zhen Zhen looked up at him, her little face flushed: "That night we have dinner together."

"DiDi..." The car horn sounded, Zhen Zhen turned around and saw that it was the bus. The car door opened, Zhen Zhen quickly reached out to hold Xi Junjie's hand and got into the car.

Ming Bei, who was holding a paper bag to fry pork ribs, was immediately dumbfounded: "I said that Xi Junjie can't let Xi Junjie touch Zhen Zhen's hand, but this time Zhen Zhen took the initiative to touch other people's hands, how can this be done?"