Luo Dayou's heart for gossip immediately exploded, and he quickly asked Zhang Tiegen: "Brother Dagen, why are you in such a good mood now? Has something good happened to you?"
"You're talking nonsense! I'm making porridge for my third sister right now!" Zhang Tiegen said with a chuckle.
It is completely conceivable that Luo Dayou on the other end of the phone must be rolling his eyes right now.
Rushing to make porridge for people is such a miserable thing, but Brother Dagen is so happy to do it. How much does Brother Dagen like to be abused by women?!
Luo Dayou thought with absolute speechlessness in his heart.
Moreover, although Zhang Tiegen has become his idol, Luo Dayou, even so, Luo Dayou really can't understand Zhang Tiegen's strange charm, not to mention that he has to imitate it.
Thinking of this, Luo Dayou couldn't help but tremble. Let's forget it. Man, I really can't do this kind of thing. I have to get up early in the morning to wash clothes and cook for women.
In fact, Zhang Tiegen only made breakfast for the woman. When did he say that he would also do the laundry? This is how the rumors sprouted and emerged...
"Uh...Brother Dagen, I'd better tell you the real thing first." Luo Dayou certainly didn't want to continue wasting time on Zhang Tiegen's love breakfast, so he told Zhang Tiegen straight to the point.
"Then just say it. Oh, by the way, I'd better ask you first. How is the situation over there now?" Zhang Tiegen said immediately.
"This is what I am going to tell you today, Brother Dagen." Luo Dayou said loudly. "However, what I am reporting to you today is not about the company or the Tiandao Alliance."
"What's that?" Zhang Tiegen asked curiously.
At the same time, the spoon in Zhang Tiegen's hand was stirring faster and faster in the porridge that was getting thicker and thicker. He was really afraid that his hand would be splashed by the flying porridge, which would definitely hurt him to death.
"This matter must be related to Wang Yufei." Luo Dayou said.
Zhang Tiegen knew that Luo Dayou had been in the same circle with people like Wang Yufei and Miss An Ranan since he was a child. They had been very familiar with each other since they were children.
Now Luo Dayou suddenly called to inform Wang Yufei of Wang Yufei's situation. I'm afraid Wang Yufei really encountered some trouble again.
"Tell me, did something happen to her again?" Zhang Tiegen asked Luo Dayou.
"Wang Yufei is indeed in trouble again, Brother Dagen." Luo Dayou said, "However, this time it is not Wang Yufei who directly got into trouble. She can also be said to have been implicated. You know,
Mr. Wang is already very old, and his body and bones are not very good."
Zhang Tiegen got along most happily with the old man of the Wang family, and he understood his situation best.
However, in Zhang Tiegen's personal impression, Mr. Wang's body has always been quite strong.
So since Luo Dayou said this, Zhang Tiegen's heart moved and he quickly asked Luo Dayou: "Is Mr. Wang ill?"
"Yes, and he fell seriously ill. I heard that he was sent to the ICU for care two days ago. He is out today, but I think the situation is still worrying." Luo Dayou said to Zhang Tiegen with some sincerity, "My grandfather has
I went to see him and said that the old man's days are probably numbered."
No one can decide the life and death of human beings. Zhang Tiegen has always been much calmer about life and death than the average person.
You can think about it, even when Su Yutang was unconscious, he at least did not panic. Moreover, you cannot deny that Zhang Tiegen is definitely deeply in love with his third sister.
But even so, Zhang Tiegen's mood became heavy at this time, and he asked: "So, someone in the Wang family wants to take advantage of this opportunity to jump out and cause trouble and embarrass Wang Yufei?"
"Yes, Brother Dagen, things are indeed like this." Luo Dayou said loudly, "Brother Dagen, do you want to help Wang Yufei again this time? Otherwise, I think she will still be as difficult to be alone as last time.
Get through it."
"Let me think about it." Zhang Tiegen said.
Zhang Tiegen fell into thinking. After a while, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. What was going on? What did this smell like?
Then, Zhang Tiegen lowered his head and looked into the porridge pot, and couldn't help but look depressed. The smell was clearly that of burnt porridge.
"What a fool!" Zhang Tiegen cursed depressedly, "My hard work!"
Luo Dayou, who had been waiting for Zhang Tiegen on the other end of the phone, heard this and quickly asked: "Brother Dagen, Brother Dagen, what happened to you over there?" He must have mistakenly thought that some dangerous situation suddenly appeared on Zhang Tiegen's side.
"My porridge is so burnt! Damn it! Why don't you call me later now? It's ruined my whole pot of porridge!" Zhang Tiegen scolded angrily.
This moment made Luo Dayou completely depressed. Isn't this guy Zhang Tiegen trying to frame someone up for nothing?
"Brother Da Gen, is this also my fault?" Luo Dayou asked depressedly, "You are biting Lu Dongbin like a dog, and you don't know a good heart!"
"Okay, okay, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you now! I'll call you back later." Zhang Tiegen said angrily.
Then, Zhang Tiegen quickly cut off his cell phone and then turned off the gas.
Zhang Tiegen carefully picked up the porridge pot and carefully put the good porridge on it into the bowl.
Fortunately, the porridge was only burnt but the bottom layer was not very thick, and there was nothing happening on top.
Even so, there is still a faint burnt smell in the porridge.
For a farmer like Zhang Tiegen, who is not picky about food, it doesn't matter if he is allowed to eat grass. Therefore, this burnt taste is more in line with his taste, and it has a strange aroma.
But in fact, for many people, they absolutely cannot stand the taste of porridge. This is just like 40% of people in the world who absolutely cannot stand the taste of coriander. This is definitely a big trouble.
Zhang Tiejen himself doesn't care, but that doesn't mean that Su Yutang is the same as him.
After racking his brains for some thought, Zhang Tiegen quickly picked up the cooking oil, cut another green onion, fried it in the pot, boiled out a little green onion oil, and put it into the porridge bowl.
The extremely strong aroma of scallion oil completely covered up the faint burnt smell in the porridge.
"Done!" Zhang Tiegen said with a proud smile, and then he proudly held a bowl of porridge and ran happily to feed his wife.
