Chapter 201 It's Not a Porcelain Doll
If possible, no one would want to work to earn money to support the family and be a nanny to take care of the old, middle-aged and young at home.
"Be happy if you can find a wife who has a job and cares about the family."
Wen Shi said earnestly, "As a person, you need to be content, and as a man, you need to be considerate. Old Lin, you can't take your sister-in-law's kindness to you and your son for granted."
"I don't."
The accusation was too serious and Lin Qiuping said he would not take the blame.
"I remember her kindness and appreciate her kindness, so when she asked me to learn how to cook, I came here without stopping. I also asked people everywhere to buy Dacron for her, spending a lot of money and tickets, and even doing favors."
Yi Chichi was puzzled, "Does Dacron need connections?"
Isn't this stuff everywhere on the street? Facts have proved that she really misunderstood. China's real independent production of Dacron was in 1979, produced by Liaoyang Petrochemical Fiber General Factory.
There was also Dacron on the market before 1979, but in small quantities.
Therefore, buying Dacron does require connections.
After learning about this, Yi Chichi suddenly realized that no wonder most of the products on the market are white, and there are few products with floral prints.
After all this time, I found out this thing is still a rare item.
Wen Shi thought she wanted it, so he quickly said, "Wife, I'll find someone to buy it for you."
"??? What to buy?"
Yi Chichi was confused and obviously didn't understand what she meant.
The corner of Lin Qiuping's mouth twitched. The couple were not on the same radio channel.
"Lao Wen said he bought Dacron for you."
Originally thought that she would be happy, Lin Qiuping and Wen Shi found that not only did she not show the slightest bit of happiness on her face, but instead revealed a hint of disgust.
The two brothers looked at each other in bewilderment. What was going on? Are there any lesbians who don't like Dacron?
"don't want."
Just as he was wondering, Yi Chi Chi firmly rejected Wen Shi's good intention, "I don't like Dacron. It doesn't absorb sweat and is not breathable. It has no other advantages except that it doesn't wrinkle easily and has bright colors. It's also expensive. It's not worth wasting the money."
I was even more reluctant to sacrifice a favor for someone just to get some Dacron.
The most difficult debt to repay in this world is the debt of favor.
If you really want to owe someone a favor, it should be for something big.
"Really?"
Wen Shi felt that she was so sensible and thoughtful, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he secretly decided to buy some cloth for her to make some clothes.
As soon as Yi Chichi saw his eyes and expression, she knew what he was thinking.
Not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he emphasized, "Lao Wen, I'm not kidding. I really don't like Dacron. Don't buy it for me on your own initiative to give me a surprise. That thing won't be a surprise."
This time she clearly expressed her dislike for Dacron, and Wen Shi's thoughts were interrupted.
He said, "Okay, I won't buy it."
Lin Qiuping looked at him as if he were an alien. This guy was actually obedient? Very good. Next time he makes a mistake, I will ask Comrade Yi to deal with him.
Chatting and laughing, the three of them went into the kitchen.
After Lin Qiuping took a quick look, his forehead was filled with black lines, "You two are not cut out for living together."
"Where is not the material for living?"
Wen Shi put the pot on the empty stove and went to the backyard to get firewood.
Lin Qiuping sighed, "We have pots, bowls, spoons, and steel pots, why don't you prepare an iron pot?"
"I'm not ready to cook."
To boil water and cook noodles, you only need a stainless steel pot. When the water boils, throw the noodles, dumplings, etc. in and then take them out.
If you want to have soup, beat an egg and add some vegetables and shrimps, etc. If you want to have dry food, just mix it with sesame oil, meat sauce, etc., it will also be a rich and delicious meal.
"You still have to cook. No matter how delicious the cafeteria food is, you'll get tired of it after a while."
Big pot dishes and small pot dishes have two different flavors and taste different.
This is Lin Qiuping’s truest thought.
Wen Shi agreed, "You're right, so I started learning how to cook."
Lin Qiuping wanted to ask why it wasn't your wife who was learning to cook, but he was afraid of being criticized, so he said, "Good man, I'll learn too. Who's going to teach me?"
"My wife."
Then, Yi Chichi was saluted.
Wen Shi's eyes were full of trust, while Lin Qiuping's eyes were full of suspicion.
He said, "Sister-in-law, can you cook?"
"I can only do it verbally."
It can be made, it can't be called the skill of a master chef, but it won't be a dark dish either.
Just the usual homely taste.
However, she hates cooking.
Hate fumes.
In an era without dishwashers, range hoods and detergents, even if she washed the dishes with hot water, the psychological feeling of greasiness still made her feel uncomfortable.
Lin Qiuping had a question mark on his face, his mind full of what it meant to do it verbally.
Soon, he understood.
Yi Chichi said it verbally, and he really did it verbally.
She said that when you smell it, follow the steps and procedures she said step by step.
How big the fire should be, what the oil temperature should be, what to put in first and what to put in next, the instructions are all in an orderly manner, and the key is that the finished product is simply beyond people's expectations.
The spicy and fresh food has a bright color. I haven’t tried it yet so I don’t know how it tastes.
But color, aroma and taste account for two.
I picked up a small octopus and tasted it. The meat was firm and smooth, and most importantly, it did not have the fishy smell that is unique to marine life.
After eating the octopus, he began to doubt his life. "I never knew octopus could be so delicious."
Octopus in the cafeteria...
Forget it, let’s not talk about it.
"I didn't know seafood could be made spicy."
Wen Shi’s new world of food was also opened up, but his performance was not much better than Lin Qiuping’s.
Yi Chi ignored them and concentrated on eating her spicy seafood hotpot.
Seeing her pick up a tiger crab and want to peel it, Wen Shi quickly reached out and said, "I'll peel it for you, otherwise the shell will scratch your hand."
Yi Chichi handed the crab to him, and Lin Qiuping suddenly felt his stomach was bloated.
"Are you two that serious?"
Peeling a crab will scratch your hands, it's not a porcelain doll or something.
Outrageous.
It's really outrageous.
"If you don't know anything, don't talk."
Wen Shi raised his eyes and glared at him, "My wife is not spoiled, but her hands are used for embroidery. Otherwise, she will have to pay a lot of money if the silk is scratched."
Lin Qiuping's eyes suddenly widened, "Embroidery?"
"Yeah."
"Can this job be done now?"
He looked worried, "You'd better take it easy. It will be very troublesome if you get reported."
"Don't worry, my wife is a specially hired embroidery master of the Friendship Store, and she has a contract with the official seal."
The four words "Friendship Store" can be regarded as a golden ticket to immunity from death, which can suppress all destabilizing factors.
After all, ordinary people can't find the way to the Friendship Store, but Yi Chichi is the specially appointed embroidery master of the Friendship Store. Apart from anything else, this title is really intimidating.
Lin Qiuping felt relieved, "My sister-in-law is amazing."
"Just to make a living."
Yi Chichi smiled modestly and warmly invited him to eat.
Lin Qiuping felt embarrassed, but he rubbed his hands and smiled, "I won't eat it, okay? Can you give me two shrimps so I can take them back and let my wife and kids taste them?"
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