Professor Wang had a half-volume magazine in his nest and a thermos cup in his hand, humming happily all the way back home.
His wife did not accept the re-employment from school, and was sitting in the rocking chair on the balcony, holding a magazine and reading glasses with relish.
The old lady was neatly dressed and her hair was combed meticulously. She didn't even raise her head when she heard the door knock, and said calmly:
"I'm home?"
The next sentence is about death: "What's for lunch?"
The old professor pondered for a moment and then said leisurely:
"The weather is nice today, let's eat at noon - vast expanse of blue waves, snow-capped mountains, the sunset on a boat, just make a living."
After finishing the product, um, I have an appetite.
The old lady pushed up her reading glasses, but her eyes still did not leave the book, and she nodded reservedly:
"Okay, I've eaten Pangu Kaitian for two days in a row. Let's change to vegetable soup noodles to soothe my stomach."
"By the way, you haven't mastered your cooking skills yet, so you don't have the talent. Otherwise, we'd better buy food from the canteen starting tomorrow!"
Professor Wang stared:
"How can this be done? Experts have said that it is healthiest to use oil and salt at home. You didn't look outside, and all you use is gutter oil."
The old lady turned over a page of the book and said: "It's just nonsense. You have been eating at Mingda University all your life. There is something wrong in the oil. Can you still eat it? When the school finds out you are talking nonsense, I will deduct you."
The salary is gutter oil every day..."
Professor Wang was not good at cooking and could not refute at this moment. He could only stand there with a frown and listen to the instruction silently.
After turning the last page of the book, the old lady sighed and placed the magazine with a light pink cover on the small desk next to her.
"It's not Roujiamo today, it's vegetable and egg noodles. My old face is turning green after eating it..."
"If you keep messing with the kitchen like this, I'll just eat the gutter oil."
"You are still an expert. People say that colleagues are jealous of each other. Why do you still listen to what other experts say?"
Professor Wang smacked his lips and missed the braised pork in the school cafeteria. The rich red sauce was soft and fragrant. After one bite, the sauce flowed down his mouth...
He made a sound in his throat, and then retorted weakly: "Isn't that person specializing in diet and health? Look at me, soaking wolfberry in a thermos cup to replenish qi and blood when you are old, it's really effective! I feel that I am getting more energetic!
"
My tooth just hurts a little.
…
The old lady rolled her eyes at him. She really didn't want to continue this topic and asked casually: "What book did you get?"
Professor Wang smiled proudly: "Oh, you don't know, we don't have students all over the world, but we have some skills in teaching! A little girl in the class was educated by me, and many people liked the books she wrote! It proves that this literary quality is indeed
She has improved quite well under my guidance... I will take it back and give it to her to see if there is anything else that can be improved."
His tone was three parts reserved and three parts proud, and the other six parts were affirmation of himself.
If Ding Wei were at the scene, she would probably be able to figure out what Li Bai was like - this is so good that it's hard to understand!
…
We are an old married couple, no one knows who is who!
The old lady said unceremoniously: "Stop it, you can laugh at a bad joke until midnight, and you give it to others... Do you have that connotation!"
Professor Wang was not to be outdone: "Then you still read novels written by young people in magazines every day. Did I say anything?"
The old lady glared at him: "The young man has written well. Look at this book, this book...this book, that one, the little girl is hardworking and strong, that Dongfang Hao, the young man has a thin waist, long legs and courage,
He's very manly! But his personality is a bit off... And that unlucky kid, Beimingzun, it seems that he lacked maternal love when he was a child... You said, the life of this rich family is different from that of ordinary people like us.
"
Professor Wang frowned: "What's so messy about this? How old are you and you still look at the waist and legs of young people in class... This is not suitable! I will read the book written by my student later and I will explain this to you.
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The old lady rolled her eyes: "Oh, then I still remember what the poem is called, A tree of pear blossoms crushes begonias..."
Professor Wang decided not to argue with women.
He snorted and walked into the kitchen, while muttering: "You guys in science and engineering are not good at literature. You can coax them away with just two sentences."
The old lady ignored him and conveniently touched the magazine he had just left behind. The first page showed a single-page cover of "Jingran Orderly".
"Rebirth of a Dislocated Life"
As soon as the old lady's eyes lit up, she quickly put on her reading glasses:
What is rebirth?
What does misplaced life mean?
Why is it misplaced?
…
Professor Wang really has no talent for cooking. This simple bowl of noodles with snow-covered mountains took two hours to cook.
It's a shame that he finished class at 10:30, otherwise the old lady would have to wait until the evening to get this meal.
Professor Wang wiped his sweat, looked at his watch guiltily, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:
Alas, although my wife doesn’t like what I say, she doesn’t criticize her for being a slow cook. Maybe she should eat in the canteen...
Mainly because I was doing it by myself during this period, and I felt that my face was a bit green... I couldn't move even if I smelled meat on the road.
When the two bowls of noodles were brought out, he saw the old lady holding the old magazine he had brought back and leisurely touching the cover.
Then he looked up and asked him: "What did you just say? Which story here was written by your student?"
Professor Wang was stunned: "Have you finished reading it?"
Then he thought for a moment: "It seems to be called... orderly."
He hasn't opened the magazine yet, so naturally he doesn't know that one is Jingran and the other is Jingran. Fortunately, the pronunciation is the same.
The old lady's eyes lit up at that time.
"You bad old man! If you don't bring such an educated female student to your family, how long will you wait? I admire this kind of girl!"
Old Professor:???
"Why would I bring a student back when I have nothing to do..."
The old lady paused for a moment, then said: "Don't forget, we have a grandson who is currently unmarried. Bring her here, bring her home, bring her home for a meal, and I'll ask her!"
Professor Wang was confused: "What are you asking? We don't understand this yet. I just teach a class and I haven't even talked to them!"
He said earnestly: "Didn't you say before that you would not interfere in the children's affairs? Our grandson is not very old now! Hasn't he just graduated a year ago?"
The old lady clapped her chopsticks and said, "Why are you talking so much? I asked you to invite me home and I can't ask you some questions!"
After thinking for a while, he pushed the magazine over again: "Do you have classes tomorrow? If you do, just ask after class -"
"Did Mingyu recognize his relatives? And Zhancheng, will the country be able to find him in the end?"
