Chapter 88: Chapter88

The level of culinary skills of Jiang Zhe, if replaced in equal amounts, is almost the same as that of Han Xiaomei's professional level as a criminal police officer-rich in theoretical knowledge and fewer opportunities for practice; although there are flash points, it is impossible to be a full man on his own. of.
Fortunately, Yan Yan's purpose is only to let Jiang stop in his father and mother's heart, not to surprise four with the superb skills of a five-star chef, so:
"Last night, the beef stew was good. Stew it again. I asked them to send snowflakes and beef for sashimi. The oil-filled prawns were delicious. I called and asked if they had any New Zealand deep-sea crayfish. Two pounds for the highest grade. Ah, scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I and my dad love to eat them! Throw away the box of eggs at home, and I'll ask someone to send Turkish imported eggs to your door. Hurry up and boil the water to prepare the tomatoes, fast! "
Jiang Zhan: "..."
Half an hour later, the doorbell rang, and Yan Yan, like a soldier, heard the onslaught horn, bouncing up and rushing to the door, moving the box back and forth into the kitchen, all kinds of high-end ingredients inside.
Jiang stopped looking at the kitchen full of raw materials for the hotel.
Yan Zheng has proved again with actual actions: what money can solve is not a problem, and any weaknesses or shortcomings in practice can be solved by throwing money at it.
"No, Jiang stopped. Didn't you tell me to bleed the beef over water to remove blood? I read the tutorial that it is best not to wash even the beef, otherwise the flavor will be lost?"
Jiang stopped turning the fried prawns without even lifting his head. He grabbed Yan Yan's mobile phone, turned the page of "carbon grilled steak" in his new cooking tutorial app to the page of "stewed beef", and stuffed it back. In his arms.
"Oh oh ..." Yan Mao Mao opened his eyes, burst into tears, and continued to chop onions.
Yan Yan boiled water, washed vegetables, cut peppers, and picked shrimp lines, like an industrious bee buzzing and flapping its wings, flew to the pool for a while, and to the stove for a while. The strict father and mother who have never been to cook in this life probed at the door of the kitchen, and saw his son "in-law" turning intimately around the pot table. The scene was extremely harmonious and beautiful. It seemed like a wife ’s chicken ad on TV. Thousands.
"You let the pressure cooker go and wait for the bowl to serve the beef stew." Jiang Zhanbian gave the oil-filled prawns the last sauce and ordered Yan Yan: "Take the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and cook the rice again." In a few minutes, come back and bring me a bottle of water and be thirsty. "
Yan Yan's eyes almost fell on the pot of red and fragrant prawns, and he stepped back to the outside table three or three times, and came back with a bottle of iced mineral water. He took a big sip first and raised his head while the river stopped. Shi Yanming grasped his chin quickly and fed it mouth to mouth.
"Well……"
When Jiang stopped suddenly from being attacked, the spatula raised a big shrimp, marked a parabola in the air, and slammed it on Yan Yan. The agile Yan Deputy Detachment was really not scared. He grabbed the shrimp and swallowed it in his mouth.
Jiang stopped his hands and covered his mouth, his temples jumped: "... is it delicious ?!"
"Well, it's delicious." Yan Yan glanced out and whispered closer, "You're better."
Jiang Zhan: "..."
Yan Zong was proud of Jiang Zhan's blank expression, and shoveled the oil-explosed prawns out of the pot, and hummed the minor out.
After a short while, Yan Yan personally served the rice and set the plate, looking at a steaming table, like a head of a family, solemnly proclaiming: "Cooking!"
Father Yan and Mother have raised this wastewood son for more than 30 years. Today, for the first time, I ate the meal made by the son, and my heart was full of old tears: "Delicious! Delicious!" "Good craftsmanship!"
Father Yan looked at the scrambled egg between the chopsticks, boasting, "Cui Cui-look at this color and aroma, I have never seen such a good tomato scrambled egg in my life!"
Ms. Zeng Cuicui was filled with emotions and ups and downs, and she did not even realize that the words were full of countless slots.
Jiang Zhuang couldn't help convulsing, so he had to pretend to support his forehead and raised his hand to cover his face. Yan Yi glanced at him proudly, which meant that you saw how much my parents liked you, then got up and went to the wine cabinet to pick up a bottle of wine, and poured it on his father.
"You will be an adult from now on," the moved Yan's father said to Deputy Captain Yan so, "work hard, live a good life, understand?"
Yan Yan toasted solemnly: "I understand."
Mother Yan held Jiang Zhan's hand: "Two people live together under the same roof, get along well, don't quarrel and fight, understand?"
Jiang stopped thinking that I couldn't fight Yan Yan again, and that there was no one to beat the homeowner for nothing, so he nodded and said, "I understand."
I don't know if it was Jiang Zhan's illusion. He clearly saw the complicated and loving eyes of Ms. Zeng Cuicui, as if her mother leaning on the birth bed looked at the second child she had just died.
"Come here, drink and drink." Father Yan patted his son's shoulders, and stood up and poured light and half glasses of red wine on his wife's daughter-in-law, looking at the whole table with satisfaction: "The four corners are all right, and harmony and beauty, good !it is good!"
Everyone raised their glasses together. As soon as Jiang Zang felt that something was wrong, he was forced to touch the glass by forcefully, and the dining table was filled with a harmonious and intimate atmosphere.
Father Yan had been abstained from drinking by his wife for a long time, and finally found a legitimate reason to "relatively drink" with his son. The father and son blew two bottles of Moutai before finishing a meal. Yan Biao, a police officer bound by the five bans of the Ministry of Public Security, has n’t had a good drink for a long time. The amount of alcohol is far worse than that of his father. Half a bottle goes down and immediately puts on his face. With one kick, I was awake most of the time.
Yan Yan pushed his dad with both hands: "No, no more than fifty degrees, he is not healthy and can't drink, I'll come and come." He couldn't help but say that he grabbed the wine bottle and drank it.
"You can't drink anymore, you really have a father and a son!" Ms. Zeng Cuicui dragged her husband's back collar disgustingly, took a photo of the wine glass, and held down Jiang Jiang who was about to get up and pack, and called The driver waiting downstairs was asked to come up to clean up the mess. Father Yan was still begging to have two more drinks with "Comrade Xiaolu" to talk to him, and his wife dragged his ears and dragged to the door: "Talk about the fart, your son is drinking like this, do you want to put them both down? ?! Go home after eating! "
Jiang Zhan immediately got up and put on his shoes, and said, "I'll send my uncle and aunt."
Yan Yan paralyzed sitting on a chair and sipped cold tea, flushed and said, "I-I go, I didn't-did not drink too much!"
Mother Yan couldn't help crying and gave her son a slap. She pulled Jiang Zhan's hand and turned away, leaving her father and son to support each other and follow behind.
This property's expensive and tightly managed neighborhood was empty on the road in the afternoon. Yan's car was parked outside the gate, and he just listened to Yan Yan all the way back and shouted, "Oh, mom, what are you holding him for, you pull my dad to go Hey, you pull my dad away! "He put the drunk old dad in his mother's hand, took back Jiangzhan, and forced the brothers to carry him on their backs.
Mother Yan just opened the car door and couldn't help turning her head and poking her husband's red head, gritting his teeth, "how did I marry you such a beast ?!"
Father Yan opened his tongue and held his wife's hand tightly: "Baby, I'm happy today ... you've married me for so many years ..."
Mother Yan was busy and broke free, and poked another finger on Yan Min's forehead: "Why did I have such a bad obstacle for you ?!"
"Let's go," Yan Yan crooked across the road, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on Jiang Zeng's shoulders, looking indifferently at his blue-stranded mother: "Hurry home, on the way Do n’t delay, do n’t visit me often, do n’t scold my dad when you go home.

Mother Yan said angrily: "It is better to raise a pig than a pig! Xiaolu, let you worry, I will come back to see you later, we are fine, and remember to come to our house in the future!"
Jiang Zhan was afraid to invite more words from Yan Zheng, but nodded politely and sent Yan's parents to the car. Watching the car start, suddenly a gap was lowered in the rear window, revealing Yan mother's utterly halting face.
"Mom, what do you want to say?"
Mother Yan hesitated again and again, took out her mobile phone and quickly sent a text message, and Yan Ye's mobile phone rang.
"Remember to read my news later!" Yan mother-in-law urged and turned to Jiang Zhan: "Xiao Lu, thank you today! Be sure to see me and his dad next time!"
"..." Jiang Zhan's eyelids jumped up again involuntarily, and he couldn't help but reiterate his pure friendship with Yan Mao, and the car swelled away, leaving only a stub of exhaust in place.
"What the aunt sent you?"
Yan Ye touched the phone and opened it. The screen showed the latest WeChat from the old and beautiful Zeng Cuicui:
[Living well, supporting and trusting each other, the two young people should pay attention to temperance! Your mother. 】
"............" Jiang Zang was furious: "You didn't explain it to your parents at all, did you ?!"
Yan Yan covered his mouth in a mess, "Shh, shh, I'm dizzy, I drink too much ..."
Yan Yan leaned drunkenly on Jiang Zhe and walked back along the long residential tree-lined road. He is like a human-shaped sandbag with a scent of wine. He shuffles his feet at each step, and puts most of his weight on Jiangzhan's shoulders shamelessly, muttering unclearly in his mouth: "I tell you My parents are ready to recognize you as your daughter-in-law. Did n’t you see how much they liked you? It ’s my idea to cook at home. Do n’t hurry and thank me? ... "
Jiang Zhan replied coldly: "Did you find them intentionally from the beginning?"
Yan Yan: "Ah, that didn't happen ..."
"What are you talking about, aren't we both privately married for life?"
Yan Yan was so proud of himself that he just wanted to boast about Haikou saying that Fei Qing was not married. It was just fate for three lives. He glanced at Jiang Zang's face and immediately hugged his head. Moved, help ... "
In the early years, Yan Ye graduated from the police academy and was assigned to the police station. Many drunk men who fight and cause ugliness are seen more often. : "Ma Ma! Look at that long-legged uncle, he's frowning, he's sick!"
Yes, this long-legged uncle's brain is indeed sick-Jiang Zhan grabbed Yan's hand, calmly strode meteor, and forced him back home before Yan Yingdi pushed his illness to the peak of acting.
The driver of Yan's family had cleaned up the windows, and even the floor was dragged. All the dishes and dishes were washed brightly and neatly in the disinfection cabinet. Jiang Zhan pushed his uncle Yan Yan to the sofa, closed the door with his backhand, and lowered his head to change shoes.
However, he just kicked his feet out of the flat shoes, and suddenly there was a sound of breathing behind him, followed by a fiery embrace, pulled him backwards, turned and pressed against the wall: "Jiangzhan ..."
Jiang Zhe's pace was unstable. One foot was still in his shoes, and the other foot was wearing socks and stepped on the cold floor tiles. He had a slight inhalation and was kissed firmly by Yan Ke. With a strong wine kiss, it was brought to the throat with the tip of the tongue, and it gave a slight illusion. Jiang Zang raised his hand and was gripped by Yan Yan on the wall, sliding down the wall, and then groping. Trying to reach into the back of the shirt.
"..." Jiang Zhan gritted his teeth and grabbed Yan Jing's wrist, and he just took it a little bit away: "You drink too much, give me a rest ..."
"Don't." Yan Yan stared at him from a close distance, his eyes shining brightly, as if two clusters of small flames flashed in the depths of his pupils: "I can't stop drinking too much."
After a pause, he said, "And we have worshiped Gaotang, so we can go into the cave without being nameless."
Jiang Zhe said nothing and turned away. Before walking two steps, he was struck by a strong back from behind, and then turned round and round, was hugged by Yan Yan and pressed to the sofa, and the large leather cushion suddenly creaked.
The two overlapped, even the tip of their noses rubbed affectionately. Yan narrowed his eyes and hummed, "We are already officially in love with Minglu. Don't move me to the top, please don't move ..."
The sofa cushion creaked regularly with his movements, Jiang Zhan's ears became hot, and he whispered, "You just pretend to drink too much and get drunk!"
"Yes." Yan Yan solemnly emphasized, "In the old days, couples had to drink when they got married."
After Jiang paused for a while, he overthrew him vigorously, and sat up: "Who is a husband and wife with you?"
Before he turned over, he was slammed into the back of the sofa by Yan's strong and strong body: "Why aren't we husband and wife?"
"I already said ..."
"That's fine, whatever you want, or I'll get married, and you'll fire?"
Jiang Zhan's expression was a little frozen, and then an indescribable and ridiculous look came up, pushing Yan Yan back down the sofa: "Okay, don't pretend to be drunk. Let me make you a cup of tea and drink a little Lie down with hot water to rest. "
"I'm not pretending to be drunk! I ..." Yan Yan shouted unwillingly behind him: "I just drink too much! Drinking disorder! Is it illegal for an adult to take a kidney ?!"
Jiang Zhan just made no and went straight into the tea room.
Yan Yan sat in the living room with hate and hate to chase it. He thought about all kinds of thoughts and put his elbows on his thighs. This pose made his muscles on his shoulders and backs stand out under his shirt. The heavy breathing was up and down.
Jiang stopped in the tea room.
The door of the switchgear learns the movements, the movements, movements, and even breathing of Jiang Zhe. The movements become clearer, as if scratching directly on the sensitive nerve endings, allowing the severe male hormones that are difficult to control. With an impulse, he beats with a beat.
He held his breath, but the fire flow ran through the blood vessels, gradually becoming unbearable.
We have saved each other ’s lives in the most difficult moments, and we have been lying in the same bed overnight, hugging each other or even kissing each other. Why ca n’t we go any further?
We have already seen and recognized even our parents. Why not go further?
Yan Zheng looked up and glanced at the last half of the bottle of Maotai left on the table. The ghost drew his hand and brought it halfway. His throat knot went up and down violently, and he drank the whole bottle.
The fiery alcohol went down the throat into the limbs, and the secret flame accompanied the courage, and it flared. Yan Zheng slumped the wine bottle at random on the table, got up and walked into the tea room. On his face, Jiang Zong was facing his back, and he bent over and took out a colored check mug from the lower cabinet. From the perspective, the lines of waist and hips and long legs are incredibly obvious.
"I said why you ..."
Jiang Zang just stood up, suddenly grabbed his hand by Yan Yan who was full of alcohol, pressed his waist back, and pushed forward against the wall.
It's common for Yan Xiao to be a little aggressive in daily life. Jiang Zhan didn't respond immediately, just turned his head against the wall and asked, "Did you drink again?"
Yan Yan didn't answer, twisted his elbow back, and kissed his slightly wet palm in this posture. 2k novel reading network