Chapter 87 Jia Zhang’s poisonous tongue, keep it in mind
After returning to the house, Zhang Yu let Mengyi move freely and began to prepare the side dishes.
Mengyi looked around and found that although the place where Zhang Yu lived was not as big as her own house, it felt extraordinarily warm.
I feel like a sparrow is small but has all the internal organs. I saw several books on Zhang Yu’s bedside table.
Mengyi picked it up curiously and looked at it. As soon as she opened it, a pen and a small notebook fell out of the book.
Mengyi picked it up and took a look. It was densely written on it. She looked at it carefully and found that it was also a study note.
Although Zhang Yu used pencil, the delicateness between the lines was highlighted, which made Mengyi happy to read it.
Put the pen and notebook back into the book and put them neatly with the books below.
Put your bag on Zhang Yu's bed, roll up your sleeves and go to the outer room, ready to help Zhang Yu do some work.
"Zhang Yu, do you need me to do anything?"
Zhang Yu turned his head and glanced at Mengyi.
"Oh, I can just do it myself. You go and sit on the stool for a while. Dinner will be served soon."
Why doesn’t this person talk about sentiment at all? Cooking is also an interaction!
"That doesn't work, then I'm not going to be a freeloader?"
"I'm not the kind of young lady who keeps her fingers crossed. I often work at home."
It's not that Zhang Yu has no sentiment, it's just that he feels sorry for Mengyi and doesn't want Mengyi to do anything.
But Mengyi kept asking, so Zhang Yu had no choice but to arrange some work for Mengyi.
"Then help me select the celery and wash it with water in the bucket."
"If there is not enough water in the bucket, just tell me and I will go to the yard to get it."
Who are you looking down on? It’s just a bucket of water, why does it need someone to carry it?
"Oh, just go about your business and don't worry about me."
Yes, Zhang Yu should just concentrate on his own work and give Comrade Yuan a space to show off.
"Zhang Yu, how do I feel that your attitude towards the sister-in-law just now and the sister-in-law next door are completely different?"
Mengyi expressed her doubts while choosing dishes.
"Ah? Did you see it?"
Mengyi was annoyed and rolled her eyes at Zhang Yu.
"Do you think I'm blind? Anyone can see the two modes of getting along just now."
"Hahaha, look at what I'm asking, how incompetent it is!"
Zhang Yu actually doesn't want to explain too much. There is no need to talk about how bad Qin Huairu is and to praise Lou Xiao'e to the sky.
Mengyi came to the compound for the first time, and Zhang Yu didn't want to use his subjective consciousness to affect Mengyi's future judgment.
Even if Qin Huairu continues to suck blood, it will only be done to Si Zhu alone. As for her having other ideas, she just doesn't accept the move.
How can she lie on her head and suck hard? If she dares to think so, her teeth will be broken.
"Mengyi, you are just overthinking it. The sister-in-law from the Jia family we just met lives in the middle courtyard."
"I don't usually interact with her much. I just nod and say hello when we meet, and we can't talk about anything else."
Meng Yidi nodded to show that he understood.
"Then that Brother Zhu you mentioned, why does she have to wait for that Brother Zhu?"
Zhang Yu glanced at Mengyi in surprise. Can you hear this?
That sentence was just an excuse. I didn’t expect Mengyi to remember it.
"Brother Zhu, whose name is He Yuzhu, is a chef in our factory. He lives in the same hospital as his sister-in-law Jia. The relationship between their two families has always been good and they often talk in private."
"Oh."
"Then the two of them whisper, will the Jia family's sister-in-law's man be happy?"
Mengyi is really good at asking questions. She deserves to have some red genes and a vicious perspective on things.
"Whether you are happy or not, everyone will die."
Zhang Yu said indifferently.
"Dead?"
"Isn't the Jia family's sister-in-law a widow?"
"Well then, then the Brother Zhu you are talking about doesn't have a family?"
Take a look, you can ask questions and jump right into the key points.
"How could you have a family? You're a bachelor. Except for a father who doesn't want him, and a younger sister who's about the same age, he has nothing else."
If Mengyi hadn't asked, Zhang Yu wouldn't have bothered to mention it.
"Why, according to you, this Brother Zhu you are talking about is a chef in the steel rolling mill. His salary should not be low, right?"
"Why are you still a bachelor?"
When it comes to choosing dishes, we talk endlessly.
Why is he single? That's his business. He deserves it if he doesn't have a wife. Who can he blame?
"Oh, Comrade Mengyi, can you pay attention to your job? We still have to eat."
Zhang Yu looked at the green leaves on the celery and felt helpless.
He dragged a bench, took the celery in Mengyi's hand, and quickly removed the leaves.
Fill a ladle of water from the bucket, rinse it, take it to the chopping board and cut it in twos and twos.
Mengyi stuck out her tongue with an embarrassed look on her face, knowing that she had seriously delayed her time.
I suppressed all my problems for the time being and concentrated on helping Zhang Yu pack dinner.
Zhang Yu thought that there was not much to eat for two people, so he fried five vegetables and made a pot of rice.
"It's time to eat."
Mengyi found a rag, wiped the table, and helped Zhang Yu put the dishes on the table.
Looking at the table full of delicious stir-fry dishes, Mengyi's mouth quickly secreted saliva.
Looking at Mengyi, a greedy little cat, Zhang Yu raised a pleasant smile on his lips.
Pass the chopsticks to Mengyi.
"Don't look at it, try it. It's all specially made for you."
Mengyi was not polite, took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat, and put it in her mouth.
Well, spicy and delicious, this is much more delicious than what Zhou Xiaobai’s mother makes.
Mengyi's face showed a happy expression.
"How's it going? Don't you think the foodies will comment?"
"Does it suit you?"
Mengyi nodded quickly.
"It's delicious, it's delicious. Zhang Yu, you are so awesome. It turns out your cooking skills are so amazing!"
"Okay, okay, sit down and eat."
Zhang Yu handed the rice to Mengyi.
The two started to show off their rice, without saying a word during the meal, and their chopsticks were used like ghosts.
While the two were enjoying their meal, the aroma of the food filled the entire courtyard.
Especially BangGeng, who kept asking Qin Huairu.
"Mom, Mom, smell it, it smells so good."
"Yes! I don't know who is so generous and allows us to smell it together."
Jia Zhang on the side echoed the stick.
"Mom, I want to eat, can you order some for me?"
Banggeng pulled Qin Huairu's sleeve and said pitifully.
"Yes, Huai Ru, you are so hungry for the sticks. Go and order some."
"Mom, please don't get involved. The lunch box that Shazhu brought also contains meat. Why do you have to worry about other people's lunches?"
"And your awesomeness, it's not something, it's something you want, and others have to give it to you."
"Uncle Zhuzhu, you were so kind as to bring a lunch box for our family, so you can be satisfied."
Of course Qin Huairu knew whose house this smell came from, wasn't it Zhang Yu in the backyard!
That person is not as easy to talk to as Si Zhu. I still remember what happened this afternoon.
"Qin Huairu, what's the matter with you?"
"Don't you just want something to eat? He is the only child of our Jia family and your only son. You will have to rely on him to support you in the future."
"You treat BangGeng like this, be careful when you get old, BangGeng will let you sleep on the street."
Jia Zhang's words were so poisonous that she stabbed Qin Huairu directly in the heart.
Qin Huairu looked at her mother-in-law with a look of disbelief, unable to believe that these words came from an old man's mouth.
Banggeng stopped talking at this moment, lowering his head and not knowing what he was thinking. He probably took Jia Zhang's words to heart.