It's five o'clock.
Fang Wenping's family.
The lighting here is very good, and it is a duplex room on the top floor. The dim sunset slowly shines into the room, making it feel as soft and beautiful as a picture scroll.
Of course, the picture in the kitchen is not so soft.
Dong Xuebin was covered in stinky sweat and was scratching the fish scales. The smell of fish in the room also hit him a lot. Dong Xuebin couldn't help complaining, numb, my brother came all the way to help you. It’s your birthday and you didn’t even bother to change your clothes. I even bought you a gift. You’re so nice. But you didn’t even bother with a meal. You still have to have your buddy cook it for you? Tell me, what is this
"Are you ready?" Fang Wenping from outside urged.
Dong Xuebin was angry and said, "I haven't finished cleaning up yet."
Fang Wenping was a Jingui, and said: "Hurry up, or else close the kitchen door and listen to the sound of fish scales being scraped. I'll get upset."
Dong Xuebin wanted to go out and give her a kick, and he said something back to her, "You eat ready-made food here, so don't be so particular about it, okay?"
Fang Wenping was very unhappy, "Will you say it again?"
Ring, ring, ring, the phone rang, it was Fang Wenping's call, she didn't care about that anymore, picked up the phone and said: "Hey, I... um... um, I understand... I said I understand, you know this matter Go to Governor Li, it's not my responsibility... I'm off today and I'm not at work... You don't understand me, right? I told you to ask Governor Li. If he doesn't care, you can wait until Monday. Work on it... That’s it.”
Dong Xuebin heard this and thought to himself that this old man had been here from the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection, and had also been promoted from the main office to the deputy-provincial level. The way he worked as a co-author has not changed at all. He still has the same tough and bad temper as before. Sure enough, she was still the female hooligan that everyone in the capital hid from. She was always virtuous wherever she went. She shook her head helplessly. Dong Xuebin had almost finished packing the fish. Look at the time and let's get started.
Fried fish.
stew.
stir-fry.
Dong Xuebin was busy alone.
Fang Wenping was watching TV outside in the living room. She was sitting there calmly and had no intention of coming to help at all. And if you don't want to help, then you won't help. She was just a mother, and the others complained about the smell of oil fumes. When she got older, she asked him to turn up the range hood. After a while, she asked him not to put so much sugar in the cooking. She didn't like it because it was too sweet. Anyway, she was always giving orders.
Angry and itching--this is no way to describe Dong Xuebin's current mood.
I wish I could kill Fang Wenping - this description barely reflects Dong Xuebin's true thoughts now.
So infuriating!
What are you so picky about
Are you able to come over and cook?
After slamming the kitchen door shut, Dong Xuebin came out of sight and didn't expect anyone else to help him. He even cooked, washed the pots, and put the vegetables in. When he finally opened the kitchen door, Dong Xuebin carried the Several plates of fried vegetables were walked out, "It's all ready, let's eat!"
Fang Wenping was on the phone. When she heard this, her face was stern. She looked at Dong Xuebin coldly and said into the phone: "Well, who is it... No one, just me... You little girl, you are quite gossipy, aren't you?" I said no one, the voice on the TV, your aunt and I don’t have any friends or relatives here, so of course I am celebrating my birthday alone... Um... Hehe, are they? Are they afraid of me if I dare to call? It's terrible, and my aunt doesn't like too many people, it's too chaotic... Okay, I'm ready to eat here, you kiss my aunt... How old are you, how old are you? I am also your aunt, hurry up... Well, this is good, Go get busy." At this moment, Fang Wenping seemed to be a different person, with a look of motherly love and a very gentle feeling that made Dong Xuebin get goosebumps.
And give you a kiss
If you don't think the other people's children are shabby, then you still think they are shabby.
Of course Dong Xuebin knew who was on the other end of the phone. It must be her little niece Fang Shuiling, that is, Fang Wenping would show such a gentle expression when she was talking to Shuiling. By the way, there was also his own daughter Qianqian, who Fang Wenping also liked very much. As for Fang Wenping Others... she never paid attention to them. Thinking about it this way, Dong Xuebin's previous anger at Fang Wenping has dissipated a lot. He should still be quite special in Fang Wenping's eyes. Although Lao Fang has never had a good look towards him, but that time Lao Fang The fact that she came to her house to drink in the middle of the night, and the fact that no one called her on her birthday this time, but her alone, can also explain some problems. If people don't care about her at all, , why did you ask me to come to celebrate her birthday
Thinking of this, Dong Xuebin thought about it, forget it, buddy, I won't argue with you, "Sister Fang, let's eat. I'm a little tired this morning, my hands are sore, and I don't know if I've done it well. Just make do with how much you have, there are two more dishes, I'll take them."
Fang Wenping hummed and put the phone on the table.
Dong Xuebin went to bring out other dishes and rice, "By the way, how old is your birthday this year?" After asking, he regretted it.
Fang Wenping didn't even look at him and just ignored the words.
Dong Xuebin coughed, knowing that he was already this age, so it was definitely not easy to ask about his age, "What about that, do you have wine at home? It would be meaningless to celebrate your birthday without wine, I must drink some."
Fang Wenping pointed to a cabinet, "There is it inside, you can take it yourself. I have a stomachache, so I won't drink it today."
"Okay, then you can drink tea." Dong Xuebin found a bottle of Guojiao from the cabinet. It seemed to be quite old and looked good. He opened it and poured it for himself. He didn't move his chopsticks and just poured it into the cup. He raised his glass and said, "Provincial Governor Fang, I'd like to toast you and wish you stay young forever."
Fang Wenping touched him with the tea cup and took a sip.
Dong Xuebin ignored her and drank a toast himself. After drinking the wine, his stomach felt warm and comfortable, and the wine tasted good. "Hey, eat the food, eat the food, and try my craftsmanship."
Fang Wenping has already eaten it.
"How is it?" Dong Xuebin asked expectantly.
Fang Wenping said calmly: "That's it, it's edible."
Dong Xuebin couldn't laugh or cry, he was paralyzed. He spent a long time frying the vegetables, but you co-authored it and said it was "edible"? Dong Xuebin also took a bite himself. It was obviously very delicious. He knew his cooking skills and was satisfied with himself. He also knew his own weight. Even though he was not as good as those special chefs or first-class chefs, he could do it beautifully. It's good, but it doesn't mean it's just "edible", right
"Try this again."
"Well, it's okay."
Dong Xuebin didn't ask in the end. He drank and ate food by himself. He was really hungry. Regardless of Fang Wenping's comments, he started to eat happily. He couldn't help it. He didn't eat in the morning and noon. He spent a long time on the mountain and on the way. After struggling for a long time, he arrived at Fang Wenping's house and spent a long time cooking. He had already fainted from hunger. Now he felt more and more hungry as he ate, and he didn't pay attention to his manners. There was no need to do so in front of Fang Wenping. The two of them had scolded each other and touched each other. After kissing her neck, Dong Xuebin actually didn't regard Fang Wenping as an outsider from the bottom of his heart. At least he definitely didn't regard her as a pure leader, so he was very relaxed.
Fang Wenping frowned, "How many times have you been hungry?"
Dong Xuebin cheered, "I haven't eaten for a day and I'm very hungry. Don't just look at me. Eat too."
Fang Wenping ate very slowly and gracefully. This may be a habit and quality she has developed since she was a child. After all, she came from a big family. Although Dong Xuebin ate quickly, he ate a lot. I was drinking, so I took a long time to eat this meal.
After dinner, I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past seven o'clock.
Dong Xuebin didn't wash the dishes today. He rubbed his belly and drank the last bit of wine. He didn't move. He was washing vegetables and cooking, so he still washed the dishes? Forget it. Fang Wenping didn't move, and didn't even leave the dining table. She turned on the TV and watched the news, from the provincial station and the Central Station. When the two of them saw the news at eight o'clock in the evening, no one said anything. It’s your birthday. What’s your mother’s birthday? Dong Xuebin also smiled bitterly.
It's past eight o'clock.
It had already turned completely dark.
Dong Xuebin said: "I'll go up and look at the clothes."
Fang Wenping didn't look at him and said humbly: "The balcony upstairs."
"Okay." Dong Xuebin went upstairs to the second floor of the duplex.
It still looked luxurious and spacious. It was incomparable to the duplex in his family's courtyard. After taking a few glances, he found a large balcony extending out of the corridor. He opened the door and went out, wiping his hands. My shirt and trousers, yes, are all wet, and not just a little bit, but all wet. They haven't dried much at all. It's only been a few hours since the afternoon, and it's just after winter and the temperature is quite cold. In spring, it was even harder to dry out. Dong Xuebin had to take off his clothes and walk downstairs.
"It's not done yet." Dong Xuebin said: "Where is the heater? I'll try it on top of the heater."
Fang Wenping pointed casually, and Dong Xuebin found the heater in the direction of her finger. He didn't dare to put it on directly. His clothes were made of very good materials and would definitely be burned, so he put them on a hook above the heater, and then continued Watch some unknown TV programs with Fang Wenping.
It's nine o'clock.
Another hour passed.
The clothes were still the same, with no signs of drying at all.
Dong Xuebin also saw it now. It was impossible to leave in this outfit. "Sister Fang, you really have no clothes here? I can wear whatever I can, otherwise I won't be able to leave."
Fang Wenping looked at his clothes, "Then you just stay here and wait for the clothes to be dried. You can leave when you finish. There are guest rooms on the first floor. You can stay here if you want. Then I don't care." After saying that, he got up, " It's getting late, I'm going to rest." Then he went upstairs to brush his teeth and wash up, and really didn't care about Dong Xuebin anymore. RS