Chapter 88

Jiang Pu's cooking level, if you change the amount of equivalence, are almost the same as that of Han Xiaomei as a criminal police. -Have rich theoretical knowledge and less practice opportunities; although there is a flash point, it is impossible of.

Fortunately, Yan Yan's purpose is to let Jiang stop in his father's heart, not to be shocked with the superb skills of the five -star chef, so:

"Last night, the potato stewed beef is good. Stew again, and I asked them to send the snowflakes and beef for sashimi. The oil burst of the shrimp is delicious. Send two pounds on the highest -grade. Ah, tomato fried eggs! I love to eat with my dad! Throw the box of eggs at home, and I ask someone to send another Turkish imported eggs to come to the door. "

Jiang Pu: "..."

After half an hour, the door bell rang, and Yan Yan was like a soldier's horn of charge. He jumped up and rushed towards the door. He moved the box into the kitchen back and forth, and there were all kinds of high -end ingredients.

Jiang stopped looking at the raw materials of the hotel to supply the hotel.

Yan Yan once again proved that things that money can be solved is not called. Any weakness or shortcomings in the practice process can be solved with smashing money.

"No, Jiang stop, don't you ask me to take the beef to the blood? I don't want to wash the beef on the tutorial, otherwise it will lose the flavor?"

Jiang stopped stir -fry the prawns, and did not even lift his head. He took Yan Yan's mobile phone and turned the page of "Carbon Grilled Steak" in his new cooking tutorial app to the "Beef Stew" page, and then stuffed it back. In his arms.

"Oh oh ..." Yan Mao Mao opened, tears in his eyes, and continued to chop on the onions.

Yan Yan boiled water, washing vegetables, cutting peppers, and picking shrimp lines, just like a hard -working bee with buzzing fan wings. Yan's father, Yan, who had not been kitchen in this life, probed at the door of the kitchen, and saw that his son "daughter -in -law" turned intimately around the pot platform. The scene was extremely harmonious and happy, and it seemed like the wife of Le Ji Jing on the TV. Thousands of.

"You put the high pressure cooker in that gas, and you will take a bowl of beef to stew beef." For a few minutes, I came back to bring me a bottle of water, thirsty. "

Yan Yan's eyes almost fell on the red shrimp of the red pot of red, and the vegetables were brought back to the outer dining table in three steps. When I came back, I brought the bottle of iced mineral water. Shi eyes quickly grabbed his chin, and fed his mouth to his mouth.

"Well……"

Jiang Pu was caught off guard against the attack, the shovel raised a prawn, and the parabolic line was drawn in the air, and he smashed on Yan Yan. The agile departments of the hand were not scared. On the spot, he grabbed the shrimp and swallowed it into his mouth, and it was solemn.

Jiang stopped her mouth in a hurry, and the temple jumped straight: "... Is it delicious?!"

"Well, delicious." Yan Yan looked out and said closely, "You are better."

Jiang Pu: "..."

Yan Yan was proud of the blank expression in Jiang, shovel the oil burst prawn out of the pot, humming the small tune out.

With a short period of time, Yan Yan put on the meal and looked at a steaming dish, and announced it as majestic as a family: "Open rice!"

Yan's mother, Yan's mother, has raised this wastewood son for more than 30 years. Today, for the first time, I have eaten my son's own meal.

Yan Father looked at the scrambled egg between the chopsticks and sighed: "Cui Cui -you look at this color, this aroma, I haven't seen such a good tomato scrambled egg in my life!"

Ms. Zeng Cuicui was full of emotions, her heart was ups and downs, and she didn't even realize the countless slots overflowing the screen.

Jiang stopped his eyebrows and twitched, so he had to pretend to support his forehead and raise his face to block his face. Yan Yan glanced at him proudly, which means that you see how much my parents like you, and then get up and go to the wine cabinet to raise a bottle of wine, and pour his father with his own hands.

"From now on, you are an adult," the moved Father Yan said to Deputy Division of Vice Division, "Stop hard, live a good life, understand?"

Yan Yan raised his toast solemnly: "Understand."

Yan Mu pulled Jiang's hand: "Two people live under the same roof, get along well, don't quarrel with fighting, do you understand?"

Jiang Pu thought that I couldn't beat Yan Yan again. Besides, how can there be a white and white residence and fight the homeowner, so he nodded and said: "Understand."

I don't know if it was the illusion of Jiang Pu. He clearly saw Ms. Zeng Cuicui's eyes that flickered with complicated and comfortable and loving eyes, as if the mother leaning on the bed was looking at the second child who had just desperately lived.

"Come here, drink and drink." Father Yan patted his son's shoulder, then stood up and poured half a glass of red wine on each of his wife and "daughter-in-law". !it is good!"

Everyone raised their glasses together. Jiang Ting just felt that something was wrong, and Yan Xun grabbed his hand and forcibly clinked the glasses. The dinner table was filled with a harmonious and intimate atmosphere.

Yan's father had been banned from drinking by his wife for a long time, and finally found a legitimate reason to have a "relative drink" with his son. The father and son blew two bottles of Maotai before they finished their meal. Yan Yun, a policeman who is bound by the five bans of the Ministry of Public Security, has not had a good drink for a long time, and his alcohol intake is far less than that of his father. After half a bottle, he immediately slaps his face; Yan father, who is still unfinished, wants to ask his daughter-in-law to blow it, but his wife is wearing high heels. With a ruthless kick, he woke up most of the time.

Yan Yan pushed his dad with both hands: "No, no, it's over 50 degrees. He's not healthy and can't drink. I'll come." He said involuntarily that he grabbed the bottle and drank it all.

"You can't drink anymore, it's true that if you have a father, you have a son!" Ms. Zeng Cuicui tugged at her husband's collar in disgust, took the wine glass, and pressed Jiang Ting, who was trying to get up to clean up, and called Call the driver waiting downstairs to come up and clean up the mess. Yan's father also shouted that he wanted to have two more drinks with "Comrade Xiao Lu", but his wife dragged him to the door by his ear: "Talk to the fart, your son is drinking like this, do you want to put them both down? ?! Go home after eating!"

Jiang Ting immediately got up and put on his shoes, and said, "I'll send off my uncle and aunt."

Yan Yan sat paralyzed on the chair and took a big mouthful of cold tea, his face flushed and said, "I-I'm going too, I didn't-I didn't drink too much!"

Mother Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, slapped her son with a slap, took Jiang Ting's hand and turned to go out, leaving the two father and son behind, supporting each other.

In this expensive and strictly managed community, there were no people on the road in the afternoon. The Yan family's car was parked outside the gate, and Yan Xun shouted from behind all the way: "Hey-mom, what are you holding him for? You take my dad there. Hey, you take my dad!" Saying that, he shoved the drunken dad into his mother's hands, grabbed Jiang Ting back, and forced the two brothers to hang their shoulders on their backs.

As soon as Mother Yan opened the car door, she couldn't help but turn her head and poke her husband's red forehead, gritted her teeth and said, "Why did I marry a beast like you?!"

Father Yan held his wife's hand tightly with his tongue out, "Fucking child, I'm happy today... You have been married to me for so many years..."

Mother Yan was in a hurry to break free, and stabbed Yan Yan on the forehead with another finger: "How did I give birth to such a wicked obstacle as you?!"

"Let's go," Yan Yan leaned on the curb, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other on Jiang Ting's shoulder, looking at his blue-veined mother indifferently: "Hurry home, on the way Don't delay, don't come to see me often, don't scold my dad when you get home, ah."

Mother Yan said angrily, "It's better to raise a pig than raising you! Xiao Lu, I've made you worry about it. I'll come and see you later. Let's chat more when we have nothing to do. Remember to come to our house to play in the future!"

Jiang Ting was afraid that Yan Yan would have more words to say, so he could only politely nod his head in agreement and send Yan's parents into the car. Watching the car start, suddenly the rear window lowered again, revealing Mother Yan's face that was hesitant to speak.

"Mom, what do you want to say?"

Mother Yan hesitated again and again, took out her mobile phone and quickly sent a text message, Yan Yan's phone rang.

"Remember to read my news later!" Yan mother urged earnestly, then turned to Jiang Ting: "Xiao Lu, thank you today! Next time, be sure to remember to see me and his father!"

"..." Jiang Ting's eyelids jumped wildly again involuntarily, and just as he couldn't help reaffirming his solid friendship with Yan Yan, the car slammed away, leaving only a whiff of smoke.

"What did Auntie send you?"

Yan Yan took out her mobile phone and turned it on, and the screen displayed the latest WeChat message from Zeng Cuicui, an old and beautiful:

[Live a good life, support and trust each other, two young people should pay attention to moderation! your mother. 】

"..." Jiang Ting suddenly became furious: "You didn't explain it to your parents at all, did you?!"

Yan Yan hurriedly covered his mouth: "Shh, shh, I'm dizzy, I drink too much..."

Yan Yan leaned on Jiang Ting drunkenly and walked back along the long community tree-lined road. He was like a human-shaped sandbag with the smell of alcohol, dragging his feet with every step he took, shamelessly putting most of his weight on Jiang Ting's shoulders, and muttering indistinctly, "I told you , our parents are mentally prepared to recognize you as their daughter-in-law. Don't you see how much they like you, it's all my idea to cook at home, so why don't you thank me quickly?"

Jiang Ting said coldly, "You brought them here on purpose from the very beginning?"

Yan Yan: "Oh, that's not really..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Have we already made a private decision not to marry Feiqing for life?"

Yan Xun was complacent, and just wanted to praise Haikou that He Zhi Feiqing did not marry, it was a fate for three lives, but when he saw Jiang Ting's face, he immediately hugged his head and groaned: "I drink too much and I have a headache, ah, I can't walk. now, help..."

Yan Yan graduated from the police academy and was assigned to the police station in his early years. He saw many drunkards who fought and made troubles. He practiced superb acting skills, and the expression on his face was so realistic that even the passing elementary school students turned their heads and shouted in milk. : "Mama! Look at that uncle with long legs, he is frowning, he is sick!"

Yes, this long -legged uncle's mind was really sick -Jiang stopped holding Yan Yan's hand, calmly and stabbed the meteor, and forcibly pulled him back home before Yan Yingdi pushed the illness to the peak of acting skills.

The family had been cleaned up by the driver of the Yan family, and even the floor was dragged. All the chopsticks were washed and shiny. Jiang Pu pushed Yan Yan Yan Yan to the sofa, closed the door backhand, and bowed his head to change his shoes.

However, he just kicked his feet from the flat shoes, and suddenly there were breathing sounds from behind him, and then a fiery bump covered it.

Jiang stopping was unstable, one foot was still in the shoes, and the other foot was stepping on the cold floor tiles in socks. He only had time to make a slight inhalation, and was stunned by Yan Yan. Give the tip of the tongue with the tip of the tongue with a strong wine, giving people a slight illusion. Jiang stopped and raised his hand. Try to reach into the back of the shirt.

"..." Jiang stopped his teeth and grabbed Yan Yan's wrist, and he took it a little bit: "You drink too much, give me to rest ..."

"Don't." Yan Yan stared at him closely, his eyes were shiny, and the pupils seemed to flash with two clusters of small flames: "I can't stop drinking too much."

After pause, he said, "And we have already worshiped Gao Tang, and we can enter the cave."

Jiang stopped without saying a word and turned away. Before taking two steps, he was stunned by a strong back, and then he turned around, and he was picked up on the sofa by Yan Yan. The wide leather cushion suddenly squeaked.

The two overlapped up and down, and even the tip of their noses rubbed each other intimately. Yan Yan narrowed his eyes and hummed: "We are already the official love objects that have officially passed the road, don't let me put me twice, don't move ..."

The sofa cushion creaked regularly with his movements, and Jiang stopped his ears and kept his ears.

"Yes." Yan Yan emphasized seriously, "In ancient times, couples had to drink when they got married."

Jiang stopped for a moment, then overturned him, and sat up: "Who is your husband and wife?"

He hadn't turned over to the ground, and he was stubbornly pushed to the back of the sofa with a strong body.

"I have said ..."

"That's OK, you can just get married, do you be a gun?"

Jiang Pu's expression was a bit solidified, and then there was an indescribable look and laughed look. He pushed Yan Yan back and pushed down the sofa: "Okay, don't pretend to make a cup of tea, you drink a little bit, you drink a little bit Lie down hot water and rest. "

"I didn't pretend to be drunk! I ..." Yan Yan yelled unwillingly behind him: "I just drink too much! I am chaotic after drinking! Is the adult a kidney violation?!"

Jiang Pu did not hear his nonsense, and went straight into the tea room.

Yan Yan hated sitting in the living room, and it was not very dare to pursue forcibly. He thought about all kinds of thoughts in his mind, and his elbows were put on his thighs. This posture made his muscles on his shoulders and back extremely distinctive under the shirt. As he followed the shirt Heavy breathing up and down.

Jiang stopped in the tea room.

The switching cabinet door knows the movement of Suso, Jiang Po's footsteps, movements, and even breathing, a little movement becomes particularly clear, as if directly scratched on the sensitive nerve endings, so that Yan Yan has too much to control the unsuitable male hormones with the following. With a certain impulse, beating with a jump.

He held his breath, but the fire spread into the blood vessels and gradually became unbearable.

We once saved each other's life at the most difficult moments, and we were lying on the same bed overnight, hugging each other or even kissing each other. Why can't we go further?

We have even seen and recognized our parents. Why not go further?

As soon as Yan Xun looked up, he glanced at the last half of Maotai on the desktop. The ghost reached out and brought it out. Half the throat knot fiercely slipped up and down, and drank the bottom of the wine bottle.

The fiery alcohol entered the limbs of the limbs along the throat, and the secret flames were accompanied by the courage, and they burned a roar. Yan Yan stomped the bottle on the table at will, got up and walked into the tea room, and saw that Jiang Pu was facing him to him. Looking at the lines of waist and hip and long legs, the lines are incredible.

"I said how can you ..."

Jiang Pu just got up, and was suddenly grabbed by Yan Yan, who was full of alcohol, and pressed his back to the wall.

In daily life, Yan Yan's slightly aggressive movement is very common. Jiang Pu did not respond immediately, and only stuck to the wall and turned to ask, "Did you drink again?"

Yan Yan didn't answer, twisted his elbow, and gently kissed his slightly wet palm in this posture.