A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

There is a saying that is very cold and reasonable. It was just a matter of fun, and everyone tacitly agreed not to affect their family lives. Why did you suddenly break the rules?

"Don't talk nonsense later. If you, Aunt Juxiang, are still determined to get married, Xiaobin will go back to find someone to get back together with." Zhang Lan's mother said.

Zhang Lan laughed silently and said: "I have nothing to say, so why are you talking about this?"

"Just don't say anything. Let's eat. The meal has been prepared a long time ago. I'll wait for you to come back and eat it."

"You don't have to wait for me from now on. You can eat what you want. I might come back when I go out." Zhang Lan said with a smile.

"I didn't wait for you, Yongjun, so I let her eat with her friends early. This was made alone, and I'm just waiting for you to come back to eat." Zhang Lan's mother said.

"You don't have to go to such trouble in the future. I can just eat whatever I want. I have everything at home, and I can fill up my stomach with whatever I eat." Zhang Lan smiled until she saw her mother bring out a large porcelain bowl full of it. After a bowl of sweet porridge, I finally lost my expression.

"This is too much, I can't finish it." Looking at the sweet porridge brought out by his mother from the kitchen, Zhang Lan quickly stepped forward to take it. The porcelain bowl was so big that Zhang Lan almost couldn't grasp the edge and bottom of the bowl with one hand.

"The leftovers were poured into the food. I've already eaten it, but you haven't eaten it. There are vegetables in the refrigerator. It depends on what you eat." Zhang Lan's mother said.

Putting the sweet porridge carefully on the dining table, Zhang Lan turned to the refrigerator door and opened the refrigerator to take a look. Looking at the leftovers in the white porcelain bowls in the refrigerator, Zhang Lan couldn't help but said: "What are these?" If you can’t eat the leftovers from time to time, throw them away.”

After taking a rough look, Zhang Lan took out two cold dishes and put them on the dining table.

"These are all leftovers from people who came here in the past two days. Some of them are just the whole plate. It's a pity to throw them away." Zhang Lan's mother said.

Zhang Lan didn't say anything else. He just reminded his mother that he would look through the refrigerator again during the day tomorrow and throw away everything that should be thrown away. If he didn't take the initiative to throw it away, Zhang Lan's mother could put the frozen things in the refrigerator from summer to winter until she finished eating them.

In the eyes of Zhang Lan's mother's generation, as long as something is frozen, there is no expiration date. Forget about frozen meat, frozen grapes, and frozen vegetables. As long as they can be put in, they must not be thrown away.

In the past, when Zhang Lan was often at home, she would clean the refrigerator and freezer every once in a while. Zhang Lan had not done much cleaning during this period, and the refrigerator was full of things.

While eating, the phone rang. Zhang Lan took it and checked it before answering: "Hello, Brother Qiangzi?"

The caller was Zhang Jiaqiang, a friend from the same village. He and Zhang Lan were classmates in elementary school and junior high school. After graduating from junior high school, Zhang Lan went to high school, while Zhang Jiaqiang went to a technical school because of his grades.

The relationship was okay at first, but after entering the society, the contact gradually became less and less. When we met during the New Year greetings, we would talk to each other over a cigarette, so the friendship was still there.

"I heard that you are at home now? Come over for a drink." Zhang Jiaqiang invited with a smile on the phone.

"No, no, I just held the chopsticks, and my mother made special porridge for me. I remember you bought a house in Jinling and settled there? When did you come back?" Zhang Lan asked casually.

"I came back last month, and I'm planning to live in the village from now on. Didn't I just hear that you are back? I gave you a call to have a drink. My house is ready. How about I go to your house to find you?" Zhang Jiaqiang then extended his warm invitation.

Zhang Lan thought to herself that Zhang Jiaqiang had something to say. She thought for a while and said, "I'll go over there later. My mother made the porridge specially for me. They've all eaten it and I'm the only one left. I'll go over after I finish it." .”

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

"Okay. Hang up now, I'll be there later."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Lan's mother, who was watching TV on the sofa, asked: "Who called you? If you don't go, you have to call."

"Jia Qiang called me and said that everything was ready and asked me to come over for a drink. When I said I didn't want to go, he was planning to come home and call me. Is there something going on at his house?" Zhang Lan asked her mother, Zhang Jiaqiang invited him like this, so he definitely wasn't just drinking. Zhang Lan asked his mother if there was anything at Zhang Jiaqiang's family that he needed help with, so that he could be prepared.

"Drink less in the past. Jiaqiang's father suffered from cerebral hemorrhage in the middle of the night at home last month. He was the only one at home at that time. He didn't see anyone coming out until noon the next day. I only went to his house to see the neighbors when they were having dinner. I found out that even after being sent to the hospital, I had already failed," said Zhang Lan's mother.

Zhang Lan was a little surprised: "Mom, are you saying that Jiaqiang's father is gone? Why haven't you heard?"

"Now they are all buried secretly. Who would say anything like this? If someone reports them, they will have to dig them out and cremate them." Zhang Lan's mother said.

"Jia Qiang, this kid, has been looking for someone to drink with every day since he came back. His wife is quarreling with him and asking for a divorce because he suddenly resigned and brought the children back. You go over and drink less, and talk less." Zhang Lan's mother Then he said.

Zhang Lan nodded and said: "I understand."

This person is gone. In the past, it was probably Zhang Jiaqiang who wanted to find someone to drink with, and there was nothing much to talk about.

Before the bowl of sweet porridge was finished, there were footsteps in the yard, and then a voice was heard: "Is there anyone there? Zhang Lan?"

"It's in the main room, come in?" Zhang Lan replied with a raised voice.

Before he finished speaking, someone opened the curtain at the door and entered. It was none other than Zhang Jiaqiang who called before.

After seeing Zhang Lan's mother, Zhang Jiaqiang first said hello to Zhang Lan's mother, then turned to Zhang Lan and said, "Come on, don't eat here. There is a table of food waiting for you at home."

"Auntie, Zhang Lan and I are going to my house for a drink. I will take him back in person later." Before Zhang Lan could answer, Zhang Jiaqiang then said something to Zhang Lan's mother who was standing beside him.

"Drink less, and come over after finishing your meal." Zhang Lan's mother stood up and said with a smile.

"We have everything at home, including stewed bones and pork ribs soup. Let's go to Zhang Lan." Zhang Jiaqiang strongly invited.

Zhang Lan sighed inwardly and stood up, and said to his mother beside him: "Mom, Jiaqiang and I will go to his house first. If the porridge doesn't hit the mark, it will fall down."

"Go ahead and don't worry about anything else."

Zhang Lan thought for a while, then took the porridge and put it into the kitchen. As soon as he turned around, Zhang Jiaqiang also entered the kitchen with two dishes: "Where should I put these dishes?"

"Just put it on the chopping board."

Zhang Jiaqiang put the plate in his hand on the chopping board beside him and said, "Okay, let's go?"

Zhang Lan nodded and left the kitchen: "Let's go, let's go, Mom."

"Let's go, slow down on the road."

After leaving the yard, Zhang Lan said to Zhang Jiaqiang speechlessly: "I told you to leave after dinner, but you still came here."