Getting married by mistake: the embarrassing wife of the cold-faced president

Chapter 66
On Sunday, Lafayette called from overseas: "Surala, Happy birthday!"

I was stunned: "Mom, do you have Alzheimer's disease? My birthday is too early, why is there another Happy birthday?"

Lafayette said: "Your birthday in the Gregorian calendar has passed, and today is your birthday in the lunar calendar."

The Chinese are trouble.People all over the world are using the Gregorian calendar, but the Chinese also use the lunar calendar while using the Gregorian calendar.Sometimes it is a birthday, and it is also divided into two times a year.

I said, "Oh."

Lafayette asked: "Did Yiming say anything about your birthday?"

I said, "Yiming is not as old-fashioned as you, what kind of lunar birthday—"

Before he finished speaking, Lafayette was furious over there, and shouted: "Surala, tell me clearly! Old Antique? What do you mean? Does it mean that I am very old? Am I very old? "

Damn, she has more than 50 sheets of paper!

You are already old enough to dance in the square, and you still don't accept your age?
I rolled my eyes at her, and even though she couldn't see it, I said, "Mom, don't be so nonsensical, okay? Today is my 26th birthday. Could it be that you are calling from far away England to argue with me?"

This was very effective, and my mother immediately stopped her unreasonable noise, and she asked, "Where's Yiming?"

I said: "He has been very busy recently. He has been busy working on the project of investing in the processing and manufacturing of building materials all day long. He has to prepare, find partners, contact the factory site, and find reliable technicians... In short In short, he has no way to break up, so he has no time to show affection with your daughter."

Lafayette is quite satisfied with Cheng Yiming's "son-in-law": "A man should put his career first. But Su Lala, you have to keep an eye on Yiming, a man who has a career, is rich, is young, and looks good A man is like a giant panda that is a national treasure. Naturally, there will be bees, waves, butterflies, fat, swallows and thin beauties chasing after him. If he is not careful, he will encounter a shameless vixen on his way, and he may be taken over by him."

I was annoyed: "Mom, you have such a rich imagination, why don't you write novels?" I said again: "If Cheng Yiming likes vixen, it's my turn to marry him?"

Lafayette said: "That's right. Su Lala, you look like that, and he didn't dislike you even once. He was willing to marry you into the family, which shows that he really loves you."

This time it was my turn to get angry, and shouted: "Why do I look like that? What do you mean? Tell me clearly, do I look bad?"

Lafayette coaxed the three-year-old kid on the phone, and said in a hurry: "Not bad, Su Lala, you don't look bad, you look like that... well, you look like that pretty and intelligent one."

Bah, Xiuwaihuizhong!
No matter how stupid or naive I am, I know what Lafayette said is wrong.

Today is my 26th lunar birthday, how should I celebrate it?Putting down the phone, I thought about it for a while, and decided to make tiramisu instead of the birthday cake.

I can make tiramisu and it's pretty good.

I excitedly ran to the nearby supermarket, bought the raw materials for making tiramisu, and then went into the kitchen, surrounded by the strong aroma of flour, cream, coffee, and cocoa powder, and got busy.

Sister Hong was surprised when she saw it.

Sister Hong is a part-time worker invited by Cheng Yiming. She is kind-hearted, smiling, and a middle-aged woman in her 40s. She has been working as a part-time worker for Cheng Yiming for several years.

Her day's work is responsible for cleaning, shopping for vegetables and doing housework.

"Lala—" Sister Hong asked, "What are you doing?"

"I make tiramisu," I said.

"You know how to make tiramisu?" Sister Hong was even more surprised.

"Yes." I said proudly, "Not only can I make tiramisu, but I can also cook well."

Today's girls are all masters who can go to the hall but can't go to the kitchen—that greasy job that turns people into sparrows and walks towards the yellow-faced woman. Who would be so idiotic, with water in their brains, willing to do it?If you are free, how about thrushing eyebrows, painting nails, beautifying, and doing aerobics.

But I am an exception.

I learned my cooking skills from Jiang Jiawei.Jiang Jiawei is a good cooker, no matter what flies in the sky, runs on the ground, swims in the water, grows on trees, or crawls on leaves, as long as it falls on his chopping board, it will be killed by a knife, and then it will be killed by a knife. After some processing, or steaming, or frying, or popping, or boiling, or frying, or deep-frying, or roasting, or stewing, or stewing, or cooking, it becomes a plate of delicious dishes with complete colors, flavors and flavors.

I am black who is close to ink and red who is close to vermilion.

I lived in Jiang Jiawei's house for more than half a year, and I, like him, can be both literary and martial arts.

"Wen" I can write some gossip articles; "Wu" can kill chickens, ducks, and fish by disemboweling them. Whether it is raw chicken, duck, or fish, it can be cooked into delicious dishes.

Tiramisu is a famous Italian cake.

The appearance is gorgeous and the posture is charming.It tastes delicious in the mouth, with a mellow and thick taste, smooth, sweet, greasy, soft, all kinds of intricate experiences are intertwined and interpreted layer by layer to the extreme, with changes in texture.

The main raw materials for making tiramisu are coffee, wine, cheese, and cream.A layer of coffee and wine permeated, moderate finger biscuits; a layer of cheese cream mixed with soft cheese cheese, eggs, fresh cream, red wine, and sugar; the two types of materials were superimposed layer by layer, and sprinkled with Thin layer of cocoa powder.

After making the tiramisu, I still couldn't get enough of it: "Sister Hong, I will make this meal."

Sister Hong said, "How can this work?"

I said: "It's okay, is it just an occasional meal? I don't just sit in the kitchen cooking every day, right? Sister Hong, you are a great chef, you have to guide me by the side."

In fact, I don't need Sister Hong's advice at all.

Sister Hong watched me skillfully operate, her eyes changed from disbelief to appreciation, she praised me: "Lala, you are really capable, you can go to the hall and go to the kitchen."

I said, "Thank you."

Sister Hong said, "This is the truth. How can I say thank you?"

I laugh.What's wrong with being polite?It doesn't take much effort to say "thank you".

Sister Hong said sincerely: "Lala, Mr. Cheng is really lucky to marry you."——Sister Hong originally called me "Madam", but I didn't like this title.

I said: "My surname is Su, Su from Su Dongpo, my name is Lala, Lalala, Lala, you can call me Lala." I said again: "I can't hear the word 'wife' I am used to it, it feels like an unearthed cultural relic, no matter how I listen to it, I feel awkward, as if I am an old man in his seventies and eighties."

"Su - Lala." Sister Hong laughed "haha" and said, "You talk very interestingly, and you have no airs and are easy to get along with."

"Me?" I was baffled: "What pretensions do I have? I'm not a big shot."

"But you are Mr. Cheng's wife." Sister Hong said.

"Mr. Cheng's wife should put on airs?" I laughed
"Yeah." Sister Hong said, "The former one was very airy. She always talked to me in a condescending tone, and she used a commanding tone, and she was very picky. She always thought I didn't do it well, and I didn't do that well." Well, it seems like I’m a servant when I’m a part-time worker. If it wasn’t for Mr. Cheng’s sake, I would have quit my job a long time ago.”

"The one from before?" I was taken aback.

"Yeah." Miss Hong said.

It took me a while to realize that I, a pighead, realized that what Aunt Hong was talking about was Han Jing'er.

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(End of this chapter)