He Jiang: "Don't call me husband, we're even."
He made Shang Jing cry twice today, and was tortured twice, and now he just wants to quickly turn the page.
Shang Jing explained behind He Jiang: "I didn't do it on purpose, I really thought it was a kitten inside. Why are there still mice in the villa area? It can't be that we have them at home too..."
He Jiang said with certainty: "No." He just searched the house today, and he didn't see a single cockroach, let alone a mouse.
Wait, He Jiang paused, if a kitchen rookie like Shang Jing was allowed to cook, and the kitchen waste was not disposed of in time, within three days, cockroaches and mice in the entire community would come upon hearing the news.
He Jiang closed her eyes, wondering why it was so difficult to get Shang Xiaogou to pay for cohabitation
Seeing that He Jiang was silent, Shang Jing flattered him and said, "What would Mr. Landlord want to eat tomorrow? I will definitely follow the tutorial this time, without skipping a single step."
"No." He Jiang turned around and raised her hand to touch Shang Jing's forehead, "From now on, you stay away from the kitchen and are not allowed to go in."
Shang Jing: "Why?"
He Jiang cautiously did not explain the real reason: "No reason, don't you hate cooking?"
Shang Jing: "I don't like it."
He Jiang: "That's it."
That night, Shang Jing leaned on the pillow, frowned, and searched for "how to coax my husband when he is angry". It wasn't that he made a humble compromise and reverted to his old ways, but that he sometimes accidentally went too far and needed some means to save his life.
Only by being able to coax people can we continue to work and develop sustainably.
Shang Jing clicked on the answers one by one with a thirst for knowledge, and quit disappointedly.
Damn, why does every answer have "make a table of his favorite dishes"? !
He Jiang is angry when he cooks.
The remaining options are to pretend to be pitiful and to dress up.
None are worth adopting.
Shang Jing tossed and turned, his fair face was pressed against the pillow, his eyes were distressed and helpless, suddenly, he got up, and re-entered—how to coax my wife when she is angry.
Woke up early to make breakfast for my wife.
Shangjing: I'm angry!
He puffed up and looked down.
"Give your wife an expensive necklace."
"Give my wife a bag."
…
It's not worth referring to either, he has no money.
Shang Jing searched until he fell asleep, and before going to sleep, he still thought in a daze, coaxing people is much more difficult than being smart, and he can't overdo it before he is not sure about coaxing him back.
The slender and thick eyelashes are quietly hanging down the shadows, and the thin eyelids can be broken by blows, like the milk skin in a white porcelain plate being rippled by the slanting swallowtail.
The owner had already dreamed about Duke Zhou, and the screen of the mobile phone was still brightly lit, with a series of browsing records on it.
How to coax the landlord when he is angry
How to coax a big star when she is angry
How to appease the emotions of the prospective ex-husband
…
The next day, Shang Jing slept until nine o'clock, took his mobile phone to check the time, and found that Dr. Fu had sent him a WeChat message at eight o'clock.
Dr. Fu said that his medical report has been read by the director, and now it is recommended to often contact with past things in life, contact the outside world more, and stimulate the brain nerves. Do not blindly use medical methods for the time being. He will continue to pay attention, please contact him if there are any changes.
Finally, Dr. Fu listed some medicines for nourishing the brain.
"Thank you, Dr. Fu, I've remembered it all, sorry for your trouble, I wish you success in your work."
Shang Jing read Dr. Fu's words over and over again three times, and he recited them by heart, especially after he memorized the names of the medicines, he cautiously deleted all the conversations.
He stretched himself, opened the closet and picked today's clothes. After the weather turned cold, Sister Lin sent a lot of autumn clothes without He Jiang's instructions.
By accident, Shang Jing took a set of thin autumn suits.
The snow-white and snow-white shirt is paired with an indigo blue suit, which is tailored and well-crafted.
There are two loose buttons on the top of the shirt, and the V-neck of the suit is deep, casual and rigorous.
The indigo is white, and it looks like a piece of milk cake with cherries and blueberries in the business scene. It is tied with a delicate bow by a blue ribbon and displayed in the most obvious place of the cake shop.
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How to coax your husband, the answer includes dressing yourself, which is easier than cooking.
Well... I'd rather believe it.
After Shang Jing got dressed and opened the door, he happened to bump into He Jiang who took the car keys and was about to go out.
He Jiang glanced at him from the corner of his eye, paused for four or five seconds, and squeezed the car keys tightly.
"where are you going?"
The two asked questions at the same time, their voices were a little wary.
He Jiang: "Go to the hospital last time. What about you?"
Who do you want to see with all your fancy clothes? At home, I often dangle in a pair of big underpants, but when I see others, I dress up solemnly.
How to say that sentence, a scholar is for the one who pleases himself.
Shang Jing rolled his eyes. If He Jiang went out, wouldn't he be wearing his clothes for nothing today? Is it easy to grab a hair
Efforts cannot be wasted, and Dr. Fu said that regular contact with familiar things should stimulate the brain nerves.
The only one he knew was He Jiang, and following He Jiang might meet people and things he was familiar with before.
Shang Jing: "I haven't gone anywhere, can I go with you?"
He Jiang really wanted to keep this little butterfly under his nose and watch closely, but it was a bit inconvenient for him to pick up the discharged patients today.
His aunt, He Silan, was in the early stage of Alzheimer's disease. He Jiang lived with her aunt for a year when she was a child, and she had a lot of affection for her.
A while ago, He Silan fell at home and suffered a traumatic head injury. It didn't seem to matter, but the whole family was terribly nervous, and hurriedly sent He Silan to Huayue Hospital, fearing that external forces would accelerate the condition of Alzheimer's disease.
After half a month of observation, He Silan was discharged from the hospital today, and He Jiang planned to pick her up.
Shang Jing: "Then can I go and see my aunt?"
He Jiang thought for a while, and He Silan liked the junior, so she said, "It's fine, but you should keep your mouth shut and don't talk nonsense like last time."
He Jiang explained to his father for an hour, and his father could listen to it. Once the aunt's cognition was formed, it could not be changed.
Shang Jing: "Okay, okay, I will talk less and do more."
Shang Jing hurriedly put on his shoes, but was stopped by He Jiang: "Go and eat something."
Shang Jing: "Is there breakfast?"
He Jiang expressionless: "Dumplings."
Shang Jing didn't dare to ask if the dumplings were broken or not, so he honestly made a bowl, including the soup and belt stuffing, not leaving a single bite.
He Jiang took the pre-ordered flowers in the security room of the community, and briefly told Shang Jing about her aunt's situation, emphasizing: "If you don't want to cause trouble, you should be quiet, my aunt is not easy to fool."
Shang Jing imagined an image of a stern and wise old woman, and pursed his lips. He is not very afraid, he likes dealing with elders, such as Aunt Huang, who feels that he is loved by his mother all the time.
He Silan is seventy-nine years old this year, and her body is still in good health. She has already packed up and waited for He Jiang to pick her up.
Her symptoms are intermittent, and most of them are still the same as before. Sometimes He Jiang is not sure about it, so she can only treat it with a normal heart.
Shang Jing knew at first glance that He Silan was different from Aunt Huang, with a kind face, but too sharp eyes, as if he could see through the awkward hidden marriage relationship between him and He Jiang, if he dared to lie, he might even be slapped by his aunt.
He unconsciously became more well-behaved and reserved, and his mentality changed from the calmness of meeting the landlord's parents to the anxiety of meeting the parents.
This is Aunt He Jiang! Seeing how He Jiang picked her up and left the hospital in person, her aunt must be very close.
Shang Jing was a little panicked, more panicked than being told by Father He over the phone line.
You're about to get divorced, so why panic!
Shang Jing beat himself in his heart, but it didn't work. After greeting, he just stared at the floor, like a little daughter-in-law.
He Jiang: "Auntie, I will take you back to the old house first. You should rest well today. I will go back to have dinner with my uncle and the others tomorrow."
He Silan stared at both of them, then suddenly pointed at Shang Jing calmly and said, "Is this your wife?"
Shang Jing's alarm sounded loudly, and he subconsciously looked at He Jiang.
He Jiang was also very calm: "No, a friend."
He Silan touched her elbow and said, "Auntie, I'm not stupid, I can tell."
She looked at Shang Jing again: "You tell me."
Both Shang Jing and He Silan were injured at the corners of their foreheads, one left and one right. When they faced each other, it was like copying and pasting. He stared at He Silan guiltily, as if being brought into the office by the teaching director to ask if he had a puppy love with the principal's son.
Shang Jing had never committed a crime at school, and he fell in love with his aunt.
My aunt is getting old, and he is afraid that he can't say a word well, so he will make my aunt faint: "I, I..."
He Jiang pinched Shang Jing's mouth: "Auntie..."
He Silan looked at Shang Jing, raised her hand and pressed the temple under the wound, as if she was so angry with her offspring: "If you think I'm demented, just fool me, anyway, I don't have a good life for a few days, and I don't see the third child getting married I'm not lucky."
Tears welled up in Shang Jing's eyes, and He Jiang couldn't understand the uneasiness and doubts of their brainless people.
Only he and his aunt share the same illness.
He Jiang covered Shang Jing's mouth and didn't relax, but Shang Jing couldn't hold back and nodded.
He Silan picked up her luggage: "That's right."
He Jiang copied her hands helplessly: "You will bear the consequences at your own risk, I have already warned you."
Shang Jing: "What's wrong?"
He Jiang looked at him affectionately: "It's nothing, it's just that my aunt is a bit...feudal."
I didn't want to speak ill of my aunt, but Shang Jing is a little fool.
He Jiang drove her aunt back to the old house, went in and drank a cup of hot tea, and said, "I have work in the afternoon, I'll come back tomorrow."
As he said, he took the collar of the business scene and planned to take it away.
"Xiaojing stay and talk with me." He Silan smiled, kindly and kindly.
He Jiang: "He also has something to do in the afternoon."
He Silan: "I asked, and he said it's all right."
He Jiang sighed: "Okay, then I'll pick him up when I'm done."
It was approaching noon, and the chef in the old house was better than Aunt Huang. Shang Jing thought that Master Li might be a direct disciple of the imperial chef.
He Silan keeps calling Shang Jing to eat, Shang Jing really likes him.
"Thank you, aunt."
He Silan changed the subject: "To be the daughter-in-law of the He family, you don't have to have anything else, but you must be virtuous. Xiao Jing, can you cook?"
Shang Jing: "Ah... no."
He Silan: "Do you know what He Jiang likes to eat?"
Shang Jing seemed to be interviewing, and he was quick to think: "... Dumplings?"
He Silan: "Then have you ever made dumplings for him?"
Shang Jing: "I won't."
He Silan shook her head in disappointment: "He Jiang was working hard outside, but when he got home, he couldn't even eat the dumplings made by his wife."
She assigned an aunt: "You go get ready and teach him today."
Ten minutes later, Shang Jing's pupils trembled when faced with a washbasin filled with fillings.
The double-door refrigerator in He Jiang's house can't fit in it, right
He Silan: "Seriously learn from your Aunt Liu, He Jiang used to like her dumplings the most. Wait... Bring the filling recipe first, and you will memorize it while making dumplings."
Shang Jing looked at the entire page of the formula, pursed his lips, and began to take shorthand.
There was no way, my aunt just looked at him, not daring to be lazy, for fear of making the old man angry.
Twenty minutes later, He Silan checked his recitation results.
Shang Jing memorized it stutteringly, barely passing.
The dumplings made by Shangjing were filled with meat paste, so he wiped them with paper, and followed Aunt Liu's example.
Aunt Liu helped him make dumplings with her fingers quickly by teaching him.
Shang Jing was grateful in his heart, and gradually increased his speed. A piano player with dexterous and coordinated fingers could not lose to Aunt Liu.
"This kid is so skillful, hey, he packs better than me."
Amidst Aunt Liu's continuous praise, Shang Jing made dumplings for three hours, and finally put them one by one into a food box and took them home.
He thought it was over like this, but it didn't, He Silan asked him again: "Will you take care of your clothes?"
Many of He Jiang's clothes need to be handled by a special person, and there should be no wrinkles. The more high-end clothes, the more troublesome they are.
He Silan: "Although there are assistants now, but when you go out together one day, you find that He Jiang's collar is a little wrinkled, and there is no assistant around. You have to know this, right?"
Business scene: "..."
"Auntie, can I go to the bathroom?"
"Go."
Shang Jing hid in the bathroom and sent a message to He Jiang: "Why did you come to pick me up [crying]?"
No one answered.
He had no choice but to put away his mobile phone and walk out the door, and he was another virtuous daughter-in-law.
He Jiang was taking photos for a magazine, and only saw the news about Shangjing after taking a set of photos.
From top to bottom, in order—
"When are you going to pick me up?"
"I don't want to do it anymore."
"Come pick me up, please."
"Husband (づ￣3￣)づ╭??~"
"Immediately! Immediately! If you don't come, you will bear the consequences!"
"I warn you, count down to three!"
He Jiang laughed outright.
The time of the three sets of news is different, I don't know how many times Shang Jing has urinated.
On the other hand, Shangjing has mastered making dumplings, ironing clothes and ties, arranging flowers, and making fruit platters in the shape of peacocks... and is launching an impact on carving carrot flowers.
After taking the medicine, He Silan fell asleep, woke up and saw a young man eating carrots in the living room, and was taken aback for a moment.
Shang Jing saw the big demon king woke up, hurriedly spit out the carrot from his mouth, picked up the carving knife, and pretended to be attentive.
He Silan: "What are you doing here? Hungry?"
"Ah?" Shang Jing stared blankly at Aunt Liu, today's all-round mentor.
Aunt Liu obviously has rich experience, so she quickly whispered to He Silan and told her what she did today.
After hearing this, He Silan smiled embarrassedly, and said to Shang Jing, "I'm sorry, sometimes I can't control it."
After all, He Silan is an old man from the last century, and she has a feudal side in her personality, but after modern education and repeated persuasion by her children, she usually doesn't show it.
Alzheimer's causes personality changes.
At this time, persuasion is useless, and everyone chooses to follow her.
He Silan took away the carving knife from Shang Jing's hand and apologized repeatedly.
Naturally, Shang Jing wouldn't blame her. He Silan couldn't control himself just like he didn't want to lose his memory, so he could only say with tears: "It's okay, aunt, I learned a lot today, and I also like dumplings and fruit platters."
He Silan said: "Where's He Jiang? Why isn't my wife coming to pick me up? Aunt Liu will call him right away."
Aunt Liu: "Okay, you take the medicine first, and I'll take it right away."
The He family hired many doctors for He Silan, both Chinese and Western medicine, resulting in an endless supply of medicines and health care products at home.
He Silan couldn't help complaining to Shang Jing: "I don't even want to take medicine, it's too hard to swallow."
She took Shang Jing to a storage room: "They have specially cleared a room for medicine, you said it is not too much? Heh, they will come tomorrow, and each of them will carry a bunch of medicine in their hands. It's annoying to watch." .”
"You're a good boy, throw these away for me."
Shang Jing heard that He Silan complained like a child, and was a little amused. He followed He Silan's finger and looked at it, and suddenly swallowed.
This pharmacy is larger than some small hospital pharmacies.
Aunt Liu came back from the phone call, and whispered to Shang Jing: "There are many juniors in the He family, and they don't understand a little bit. When they see brain-supplementing health products, they buy them randomly. They all cost a lot of money. The old lady said throw them away. I can't bear to throw it away."
Shang Jing took a glance and saw that almost all the medicines prescribed by Dr. Fu were available here.
A wide variety of gangliosides, brain-enhancing tablets, and brain-enhancing pills...
He Silan: "Are you hungry for this?"
Shang Jing shook his head: "No, no."
How can you grab food from the old lady.
He Silan felt guilty, she looked like a human being at seventy-nine, with a little confidence of becoming a doctor after a long illness, while looking at the business scene, she chose health care products from the shelves.
Take one and have a look.
Shang Jing's head almost sank into the dust, his ears were red, and he said with difficulty: "Auntie, I don't need to..."
He Silan: "It's good to want to be smart, but don't eat too much."
Business scene: "..."
Holding a sack of health care products that he couldn't refuse, Shang Jing stood at the door waiting for He Jiang without love.
The delicate little suit she wore when she went out in the morning was wrinkled, and the collar of her white shirt was stained with dragon juice.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, when He Jiang's family gathers, the He family will find that aunt's Tibetan medicine is empty.
Ask again, oh, it turned out to be eaten by He Jiang's daughter-in-law.