Seeing his brother-in-law fawning over the teacher, Jiang Changle immediately broke off a big chicken drumstick for the teacher and said, "Teacher, you can eat it."
Uncle Lang's coordination is very good.
Okay, it tastes pretty good, but the way you eat it is a little bold.
The gentleman put down his chopsticks and said a little pickyly: "I'm not a savage. You can take a break before serving it to the table."
Zhou Lan held up her husband and said, "Teacher is an elegant person."
Jiang Changle took another chicken leg and gnawed it with a smile: "This is good, it must be Dagui's craftsmanship."
Zhou Lan also smiled and said: "There are a lot of chickens and ducks in Zhuangzi. If you like this, ask your sister to ask Dagui to make it for you."
Then he said leisurely: "Make more." There were two chicken legs, one for the husband and one for the brother-in-law. He didn't have a share.
The husband looked at Zhou Lan and said in a tone of absolute disapproval: "The desire for food and drink."
After taking a bite of the chicken leg, his attitude changed: "You can make more."
The three masters and apprentices unexpectedly found a common language and understood tacitly that they all like to eat this.
Zhou Lan also knows that Mr. is very easy-going and not as rigid as he seems. Especially when it comes to food, he is quite easy-going.
Then in the evening, the dishes in front of the husband were rich, including chicken wings, chicken legs, chicken heads, everything.
Neatly placed on a large wooden tray, this can be considered a platter.
The gentleman glanced at the corner of his mouth and twitched. How many chickens would it take to make a plate of chicken wings?
I have to remind my disciples tomorrow not to be too extravagant.
When Zhou Lan saw such food at the dinner table, he was also surprised. He glanced at Jiang Changxi and said to himself, maybe the wife has just taken charge of the business, and after a while, there will be no more chickens and ducks, so maybe it won't be like this.
Chang Le looked at the table and smiled, and happily pulled Jiang Changxi: "I'll keep the chicken legs for you."
That was really not easy. This kid likes chicken drumsticks. Jiang Changxi: "Thank you very much."
Then add: "Be in moderation, you won't be able to digest it if you eat too much."
Chang Le: "I'm growing. Have you noticed that I'm a little taller?" It means I can eat more.
This is really not the case. Jiang Changxi said: "Are the soles of the shoes thicker?"
Jiang Lexi got an unhappy look. How could it be that the soles of their shoes were too high? They were obviously taller.
This was not a blow. Jiang Changxi then said: "By the way, I have changed your mattress again. This time it is made of silk. It is soft and comfortable."
Jiang Changle, a shameless man, smiled and said, "Really? Silk can also be made into a mattress."
He never mentioned the question of why he needed a new bedding. Whether he could still eat well, why would he bring up such a disgraceful question at this time?
Jiang Changxi answered in one word quite calmly: "Yes."
Zhou Lanxin said that silk quilts would be expensive to make.
Looking at the happy Jiang Changle over there, Zhou Lan asked the little wife next to him: "What if I need to change it tomorrow?"
Jiang Changxi said casually: "Then change it to a better one."
Even though I know I wet my quilt every day, I still change it to a new one every day. The more I change it, the better it gets.
Zhou Lan realized that this was not pampering his brother-in-law, but making their uncle realize the importance of bedwetting.
Regardless of which of their uncles understands it, there will definitely be a solution to this matter.
So this is not about taking care of the brother-in-law alone, but also taking him into consideration.
This realization was a bit disappointing. His dignified man was actually being treated quietly by a little girl.
Looking at Jiang Changxi's expression, as if nothing had happened, Zhou Lan was sure that he had gained experience and learned something.
My brother-in-law must not continue to wet the bed like this. He has a headache.
Looking at the food on the table, there are chicken legs, chicken wings, and even some I don’t recognize.
Forgive me that Zhou Lan really has no knowledge. He stared at the plate and asked, "What is this?"
Jiang Changxi pointed to the food and introduced it to Zhou Lan: "Chicken liver, chicken gizzards, chicken heart, and chicken feet."
Zhou Lan felt uncomfortable and couldn't believe that such a thing should be brought to the table?
Just now I thought my wife was a bit extravagant, but now it seems I was wrong.
This seems a bit hungry.
Jiang Changle liked to eat everything. He didn't realize his brother-in-law's predicament, so he picked up what he liked and gave it to his brother-in-law immediately.
He even recommended it in a surprising way: "Wow, it's actually pretty good. Brother-in-law, please give it a try."
Zhou Lan's face was green, how could he eat it? In a family like theirs, there would never be such things as offal on the dining table.
Jiang Changxi pretended not to see Zhou Lan's expression, took the chicken gizzards, and said to Chang Le: "Actually, this is just a traditional Chinese medicine, called chicken gizzard."
Zhou Lan: "I have heard of this. I seem to have read it in some book."
Chang Le looked curious, but of course he took one before speaking: "It can also be used as medicine. Is there any medicine that tastes so delicious?"
Jiang Changxi: "Everything always has its meaning."
Just listening to her unhurried explanation of this traditional Chinese medicine, Zhou Lan discovered that he seemed to be eating the things on the table together with Chang Le.
The feeling is that it tastes pretty good, but it's not that hard to get on the table.
And not only did he eat chicken gizzards, he also ate chicken livers, chicken hearts, and chicken feet. When he came back to his senses, he was already irreversible.
But Zhou Lan didn't dare to let Jiang Changxi give it to the husband: "Let's just eat it ourselves. The husband is an elegant man."
Jiang Changxi nodded to show that he understood. As a refined person, he is naturally a bit elegant, but not very down-to-earth.
Chang Le's face was full of disapproval: "It would be wrong not to give such delicious food to sir."
Zhou Lan tried his best to help his husband avoid facing a table of chicken hearts and livers: "Sir, he is a noble person and does not pay much attention to food and drink."
Jiang Changle didn't say anything, but when it was time to eat after the meal, Jiang Changle asked Dagui for a plate of chicken liver, chicken gizzards, and chicken feet, which he sent to his husband.
People are not ashamed to ask: "Sir, are you paying attention to your appetite when you eat this?"
The husband looked at the things on the plate and the color was very attractive: "What is this?"
Forgive Mr. Da, I really have never seen this before.
Jiang Changle's face was so cute that he introduced it to Mr. Tong: "It's very delicious. Sir, you can try it and I will honor you."
The master couldn't bear to refuse the disciple's kindness. It looked good and smelled good, so he ate it and nodded: "The taste is very special."
Jiang Changle: "I knew your husband would like it. My brother-in-law said that your husband is a noble person and doesn't pay attention to his appetite, so he has to eat, right?"
The husband felt something bad: "What on earth is it?"
Jiang Changle presented the treasure and introduced happily: "These are chicken gizzards and liver, and these are chicken feet, boneless."