Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

It's getting cold. The tail of the Siberian cold current has been raging crazily in Yangcheng these days, and the last trace of warmth in the air has become duckweed.

It’s so damn cold!

Zhang Xuan's hands were full of bags. When passing by the first floor, he happened to meet Wang Li who opened the door and came out.

He took the initiative to say hello with a smile: "Teacher Wang, let's go out."

Wang Li glanced at his hand, nodded, smiled sweetly, and left.

Hearing Zhang Xuan's voice, Deng Daqing also stuck his head out and looked at Wang Li's back.

She couldn't help but sigh and said, "She just came back from attending a funeral at home last night. She really hasn't stopped all day long."

Zhang Xuan then looked at the back of the person who was gradually moving away, thought for a moment and said, "Old Deng, I don't know if it's an illusion, but I feel that Teacher Wang today is different from before."

Deng Daqing was curious, "What's different?"

Zhang Xuan said: "She used to wear heavy makeup when she went out, but she didn't wear any makeup today."

Deng Daqing's eyes widened and he muttered several times: "Are you sure? You're not joking? This is impossible? Could it be that the sun is rising in the west today?"

Zhang Xuan said in an affirmative tone: "I met her face to face, and naturally I saw her clearly. Can it be false?"

Deng Daqing was stunned for a moment, and then entered the room.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuan shook his bag and shouted loudly: "Old Deng, let's have dinner together on Christmas Eve tonight, mutton hot pot."

In less than a minute, Lao Deng put on a coat and took out a bag. He closed the door and said:

"You spend Christmas Eve at home with your girlfriend, and I'll go to the bar to check it out."

Zhang Xuan was a little surprised: "Why did you go to the bar? Teacher Wang didn't go there once or twice. Why don't you trust her?"

Deng Daqing looked at the stone steps and said, "I don't know. I can't tell. I've known this girl for almost 20 years. I'll go and have a look."

With that said, Lao Deng patted him on the shoulder and took an umbrella and left.

Zhang Xuan watched this old bachelor who values ​​​​love and righteousness disappear from sight with an umbrella, and he also wanted to follow him to have a look.

But I have an appointment tonight and I really can’t leave.

Then he thought, forget it, it shouldn't be anything, right? It's quite normal, but I was made nervous by Lao Deng.

Carrying the things up to the second floor, Zhang Xuan started cleaning the kitchen after entering the house.

In less than 5 minutes, Du Shuangling came back with Zou Qingzhu and Wenhui.

Zhang Xuanying came out and asked, "Are you here right after class?"

"Yeah." Du Shuangling responded with a smile, put down the book, and followed him into the kitchen.

Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu looked at each other and entered the kitchen together.

Seeing Zou Qingzhu rolling up his sleeves and looking like he was about to do it, Zhang Xuan immediately gave up his seat and joked:

"Master Zou, it's up to you whether I can eat enough tonight."

Zou Qingzhu glanced at his stomach with an incomprehensible look, nodded without answering, and went to work quickly.

There was a chef and Zhang Xuan and the three of them consciously started fighting.

Zhang Xuan and Du Shuangling are responsible for selecting and washing vegetables, while Wenhui is responsible for chopping vegetables.

Watching the rhythmic rise and fall of the kitchen knife in Wen Hui's hand.

Zhang Xuan asked in surprise: "Wenhui, don't tell me that you, with your aristocratic temperament, can also cook?"

Wen Hui raised her head and smiled gently at him, acquiescing.

Du Shuanglingyan explained with a smile: "Wen Hui cooks Huaiyang cuisine first-hand. Her grandmother once established a rule that women in the Wen family must be able to wash, cook, and run a household."

Zhang Xuan found this rule very interesting, "Is it true? If the new daughter-in-law she marries has never been exposed to sex, then she has to learn it from scratch?"

Wen Hui smiled knowingly and told him: "My mother started learning cooking when she was 20 years old. It took her 5 years to learn cooking before she was recognized by my grandma."

Hearing this, Zhang Xuan immediately winked at Du Shuangling and said, "Listen, listen, my mother only started learning cooking when she was 20 years old. Comrade Shuangling, you can do it too. Otherwise, our sons and daughters will not be able to eat whole fried eggs in the future." One, it doesn’t sound good to the outside world.”

As soon as the old man finished speaking, Zou Qingzhu and Wen Hui laughed out loud.

Du Shuangling smiled and did not answer, her face turned red.

While chatting, the mutton hot pot and the dry-pot duck were ready. Zou Qingzhu also made some chopped green onion and egg soup to relieve fatigue.

When it was Zhang Xuan's turn to make beef konjac, he specifically asked Wen Hui: "Is it bad to eat chili?"

Wen Hui looked at the red-oiled mutton hotpot and the dry-pot duck filled with chili peppers, and finally said with a soft smile: "Put less chili pepper."

"OK."

Zhang Xuan had actually guessed this result. After all, Sichuan and Hunan cuisine are heavy in oil and spicy, which are the two extremes of Huaiyang cuisine. I don’t know how Wen Hui has survived these few months.

Beef konjac is different from the previous dishes in that it is easy to make. In less than 20 minutes, four people were already sitting around the table.

Zhang Xuan poured the sobered red wine to Du Shuangling, Wen Hui and Zou Qingzhu in turn, and then filled his own glass half full.

Finally, he raised his cup and said, "Come, let's have a drink and have a happy Christmas Eve."

"Happy Christmas Eve." They were all acquaintances, so the three girls didn't hold back and happily picked up their cups and clinked them together.

After hearing for a long time how good Zou Qingzhu's cooking skills were, Zhang Xuan specially picked up a piece of duck meat to try it.

Chew, chew, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, it's delicious.

Thinking that he was delusional, Zhang Xuan picked another piece and put it in his mouth. It was still delicious.

Damn it, this skill is even better than that of Lao Deng.

Zhang Xuan picked up the cup and touched it with Zou Qingzhu and said, "This dish suits my taste. It's so delicious that I can open a restaurant."

"Then eat more." After receiving the compliment, Zou Qingzhu's relatively cold face was filled with smiles.

Zhang Xuan said yes again and again, and then joked: "With such good craftsmanship, we can't waste it. I must visit my home more often in the future, and guide Comrade Du Shuangling in cooking..."

"Okay." Zou Qingzhu is a thin-skinned girl, and her face became hot after being praised by the old man.

The food was good, the atmosphere was great, and the meal was lively.

Zhang Xuan likes mutton hot pot and the winter bamboo shoots in the hot pot.

Du Shuangling has a special liking for dry-pot duck.

Zou Qingzhu didn't seem to dislike it and loved to eat it. He was enjoying eating with one chopstick and that chopstick.

Wenhui, on the other hand, only stared at the beef konnyaku with her chopsticks, and she ate less than half of the bowl of food.

In just one meal, Zhang Xuan became completely familiar with Zou Qingzhu. That person's relatively cold face started to bubble like boiling water after getting familiar with it.

Gudong Gudong is also a happy Chongqing girl.

As for Zhang Xuan and Wen Hui, because of Du Shuangling's previous incident of not allowing the two to meet up close, they rarely talked to each other at the dinner table, and even if they did, they were very polite.

Occasionally, their eyes met accidentally and their chopsticks reached each other. They moved away tacitly and avoided each other for a long time.

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