Seeing that the female disciple couldn't control herself, the teacher finally smiled and said, "You only have this ability. Let alone whether you can eat it or not. If you, a disciple, were to be filial with your own hands, the standard of four dishes and one soup would be gone."
Jiang Changxi didn't hold his tongue. He knew his abilities well and said tactfully: "There are still a lot of dishes."
So when the three masters and disciples ate, they had radish pickles, cucumber pickles, and a plate of cold pork elbows from my wife's house. Counting the mess in a jar, they could barely make up four dishes. As for soup, wasn't it in the jar?
At least Jiang Changxi tried his best and moved everything he could.
Well, I don’t blame my husband for his lack of knowledge. Looking at the jar on the dinner table, he really didn’t know what to do.
It was Zhou Lan who put on thick gloves and poured out a jar of vegetables before the master and apprentice began to eat.
Then, the taste came out miraculous. Mainly because I didn’t expect that a female disciple could get such an entrance by messing around.
That really impressed the gentleman, and he said to Jiang Changxi, "I didn't expect that you actually have some skills."
Jiang Changxi was proud, and she also thought it tasted good.
But what people say is: "Cooking for your husband is mainly about your satisfaction. How can the cooking be bad?"
The teacher can only say that his disciple has a good mouth, which is much better than the skills on his hands.
Zhou Lan ate the meal cooked by his wife with a smile on his face, and the praise was reflected in his actions.
Then the master and the apprentice actually ate too much. After two bites of this and two bites of that, the steamed buns were all gone. As a result, the master and the apprentice were walking around the yard to eat in the middle of the night.
Of course, Zhou Lan was endorsing and Mr. Jiang was doing spot checks. Jiang Changxi was freeing his mind and thought it was time to relax.
Occasionally when someone is giving a lecture between a master and a disciple, he should intersperse a sentence: "The reason why the disciple does not take action easily is because he is afraid that he will be like this every day."
If he hadn't eaten too much, the facts couldn't be quibbled with, and he didn't want to give his disciple this face.
Zhou Lan calmed down the atmosphere in the middle: "It looks very simple to make. But the taste is surprisingly good. That's why Chang Xi has such ability."
Jiang Changxi: "It's really simple. Speaking of which, this method is suitable for people who travel far away. Prepare everything, use a special pot, and put it on the charcoal stove. It's simple and convenient."
When Jiang Changxi was proud, he also said: "Don't say that a gentleman cooks far away. If your cousin had such a portable pot when he was studying abroad, it would save him from writing a few crooked poems."
Zhou Lanxin said, I was kind enough to help you out, why did you attack my cousin Lin?
Zhou Lan resisted the pressure from his daughter-in-law and turned white for his cousin: "It came from my feelings, and the poem is still very good."
Jiang Changxi curled his lips, as long as your cousin is not infected and becomes pregnant.
The husband nodded: "Not bad, very good. This is a good idea." The pot was praised.
Then he asked his female disciple: "What does this pot look like? What does the stove look like? Do you have a sample?"
Jiang Changxi looked at her husband's curiosity and declared in advance: "Sir, even if you do it, you will have to pass the fifth day of the lunar month."
The husband couldn't see his female disciple's appearance, so he simply said: "Then remember to do more."
If you have many friends, you will need to give more gifts. If you do it, it will definitely not be done by just one or two people.
What can Jiang Changxi do? You can't say too much, it's a waste of money. As a female disciple who is not very favored and is still in a semi-registered state, Jiang Changxi can't even tell you, sir, that you act like this. It's very wasteful for the disciple.
He turned to look at Zhou Lan: "Where are you, the seniors have something to give?" Sir, you are already so spoiled, do you still need your own husband?
Zhou Lan was a little embarrassed: "If it's convenient, prepare dozens of them."
Jiang Changxi's mouth twitched, all of them were defeated by a good master. He blamed himself, why didn't he just send the drawings? He was short-sighted.
Zhou Lan saw that his wife was in trouble: "If it doesn't work, forget it."
Jiang Changxi pretended to be fat: "It won't work anyway, it just takes some effort. In terms of value, it's not as good as a roast duck."
Zhou Lan's affectionate daughter-in-law said: "This is so troublesome for you, Chang Xi."
The husband looked at the two little children over there, snorted softly, went back to the study, picked up his pen, and without mercy made a long list for the female disciple. These were all old friends who wanted to give the stove to her.
When Jiang Changxi saw this thing, he had a feeling that he was childish. He was probably competing with his disciples to see who had more friends.
Zhou Lan looked at his wife with a stiff face: "What's wrong?"
Jiang Changxi showed Zhou Lan the long list: "Did I say this stove is too cheap?"
Zhou Lan was also embarrassed because the list in his hand was actually no less than that of Mr.
Jiang Changxi took Zhou Lan's list and took a deep breath: "If I see so many senior students here, sir, I'm afraid I'll sigh, my heart can change easily. I have fewer and fewer friends as I get more mixed up."
Zhou Lan: "How could it be possible? How old are you sir? How many places have you traveled? They are just friends who are a little further away and it is inconvenient to move around. I can't compare."
Jiang Changxi looked at Zhou Lan and lamented that this guy was still young after all. Let her say that at her husband's age, it would be good to have three or five close friends.
Friendship is like a big wave, it becomes more and more precious as you get to the end, and there are relatively few of them.
Zhou Lan: "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Jiang Changxi: "May you have everything you want in your life." Being able to still have this understanding even when you are old means that you will live a smooth life and meet all the kind people you meet.
Why did he open his mouth so loudly? Zhou Lan didn't even know how to respond.
Obviously, my wife didn't mean it this way, but Zhou Lan couldn't understand it, and was really frustrated.
Maybe there were too many pots and stoves. Zhou Lan took his list and said, "Otherwise, I will reduce some of them."
Jiang Changxi: "It's just some pots and stoves. It will be reduced anyway. Everyone just eats happily."
Zhou Lan watched his wife take the order generously, counted the quantity, and then prepared to implement it.
Jiang Changxi: "What are you looking at? Is it because you ate too much that you don't have to study hard today?"
Zhou Lan said shyly: "My family always likes to be virtuous and work hard for me."
Jiang Changxi twitched his lips: "Well, it really doesn't need to be like this. In fact, if you use the special seasoning packets from our Zhuangzi to cook in this pot, it will taste better. I will ask Dagui to prepare thick soup packets and send them out."
It means that the pot is given away, and by the way, it also promotes our own soup dumplings.
Zhou Lan: "That's also my honor." But he took the list, made a few strokes, and filled in more than a dozen names.
Jiang Changxi believed it this time. Zhou Lan's list was really streamlined and was given to her with family expenses in mind.
Zhou Lan: "Thank you very much, Chang Xi, for your hard work for me."