He Wenyan asked a few questions about Wang Jiajia's school. Wang Jiajia curled her lips slightly and said, "It's okay, but the food in the cafeteria is just so-so. It's not as delicious as what my aunt cooks. My mom is afraid that I can't get used to it, so she wants my aunt to move to a place near the school to take care of me..."
He Wenyan smiled and said, "Your nanny Gu used to work in the military canteen. She is an old lady now. Her cooking skills are really good. Old Yan even praised her."
Ye Jianzhou also echoed, "I saw the nanny of Chief of Staff Wang every day when I was a soldier under the commander. I grew up eating from her rice spoon. She always gave me an extra spoonful of rice. Jiajia, you can learn some special dishes from her when you have nothing to do. You can show off your skills when you get married in the future."
Wang Jiajia was a little annoyed. She said, "Political Commissar Ye, in a family like ours, who doesn't have a nanny? We don't have to do it ourselves. Cooking and serving people are the jobs of a nanny. Can we compete with a nanny for jobs? My mother has never done housework, and I won't do it in the future either."
After saying that, he glanced at Wen Nuan who was placing the roasted crabs next to everyone's cups.
Wen Xin: “…” Are you talking about her? It's just a profession, there's no point in distinguishing between high and low. If you can do it, it's because your family forces you to do it, and if you can't do it, it's because you're spoiled by your family. She also wants to be spoiled, but there are no conditions, so what can she do?
Ye Jianzhou laughed beside him, "Uncle was inconsiderate. Jia Jia is born with this skill. No need to do it."
But in his heart he thought, she is worthy of being from a big compound, she says whatever she wants without any concealment. These little girls are just like that, they come from well-off families, have high barriers to entry, and are excellent themselves, so they are a little pampered. Of course, they have the capital to be pampered, and they have the right to choose, they don't have trouble getting married, so naturally they don't want to compromise themselves.
But, it's okay if you want to find a man who is accommodating to you and takes care of you. He glanced at the devil leader Yan Zeyang who glanced at Wang Jiajia coldly. He also came from a compound. Will this little bully tolerate your temper like a young lady? I guess according to his standards, no matter whether it is a man or a woman, anyone who cannot take care of himself or herself and who has to have a nanny follow him or her wherever he or she goes is no different from a waste.
This is bad. The two kings don't meet. It would be strange if two people with strong personalities could accomplish anything.
Wen Xin placed a few freshly grilled crabs on the plates in front of them, and then placed the poured juice within their reach. This level of service is very common in modern times. She is very good at using her external advantages to apply for jobs in high-end restaurants, and she has never lacked work. This is probably an added benefit of her good looks.
Such thoughtful service really makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze, making them feel comfortable and having a feeling of being respected and cared for.
Wang Jiajia looked at the pink juice with a bit of disdain, "What's in here?"
In fact, there were no juicers in that era, but Wen Xin had been obsessed with food for a long time and even worked as a bartender. However, the bar was too chaotic and he stopped working there not long after. So he could probably make juice, which was almost the same as learning how to make cocktails.
Peach juice is boiled, and several kinds of fruits are added to it to create a sour and appetizing juice. It tastes refreshing and not too sweet, and can also purify the taste buds, allowing the delicious food to dance on the tip of your tongue more freely.
"This is juice. It contains three kinds of fruits, and is paired with hazelnuts and almonds. It is rich in nutrients, can clear the lungs and strengthen the spleen, and beautify the skin. Drinking a glass every day is very good for women's skin." He explained with a warm professional smile.
Where has Wang Jiajia heard of this way of reply? Even though she was considered the child of a high-ranking official family in that era, everything was backward in those days. Her food, clothing, housing and transportation were not as good as those of later generations, even those of a well-off family. She thought she had seen the world, but in fact, compared with Wen Xin, whose horizons spanned two centuries and who had lived in two different worlds, her worldly experiences were a joke.
He Wenyan and Yan Zeyang are used to it. Wen Xin is particular about her cooking, and all the Yan family members know it. Sometimes when she is happy, she will tell them what this one she made today can nourish the kidneys, which one can nourish the blood, which one can clear the lungs, and which one can clear the intestines.
Otherwise, with the picky eyes of a chief physician like He Wenyan in the hospital, how could she be so satisfied with Wen Xin just because she can cook? I almost asked her to put some blood-replenishing food in her lunch box for lunch.
What was originally a cold reconstituted family became a much better atmosphere because of the warmth, thoughtfulness and careful care. Everyone from big to small, old to young, could sit at the same table to eat. At least on the surface, the atmosphere was much better.
This is what He Wenyan is most satisfied with.
Wang Jiajia disagreed with Wen Xin, simply because of the instinctive resistance caused by the survival of the fittest in appearance among women of the same kind. This made her want to roll her eyes at everything Wen Xin said, but the fact that beauty care is good for the skin still touched her heart.
She has some freckles on her face and her skin is a little dark. She cares a lot about her skin and asked her eldest cousin who works at the Shanghai Ocean Bank Department Store to bring her a few sets of facial skin care products. Of course, they are all high-end products, but after she finished using one set, her skin was only a little better than before, and you can't see it unless you look carefully. She usually has to use a kind of powder to cover her skin to make her complexion look whiter.
At this time, when she heard Wen Qing say that this juice was good for the skin, although she was disdainful, she still drank a sip. After drinking one sip, she couldn't help but drink two or three more sips, four or five more.
In that era, there were not even flavored beverages. The best things people had ever drunk were tea and sugary water.
When have you ever had a drink that was carefully blended with several kinds of fruit juices and nuts to create a warm and satisfying taste? The warm taste is far behind this era.
The drink that she thought was barely drinkable tasted incredibly wonderful to Wang Jiajia.
Wen Xin even put it in the refrigerator for a while. The spicy crab paste is a bit spicy, and paired with a glass of cool vegetable juice, it is very refreshing in the summer. Yes, a monotonous juice cannot produce a better taste, so she added some vegetable juice extracted from the space and some honey liquid.
You can tell whether the drink is good or not by looking at how many people have empty cups. It's quite a feast.
He Wenyan asked Wang Jiajia, "How does the juice taste?" Wang Jiajia wiped her mouth and said unconvincedly, "It's OK, about the same as our nanny."
Wen Xin: “Huh?” How is that possible!
The spicy crab butter that Wen Xin brought over was made by stir-frying oil and chili peppers and then adding seasonings. There were also some crab legs in it, which were all yellow when boiled. There were also bright red chili peppers in it, which looked very appetizing. After it cooled down, she put it into a clean glass bottle.
Although there was a large basket of crabs and they were full of crab roe, there was not much roe after all. Even with some crab meat mixed in, only two bottles were made. She took a bottle and used a spoon to scoop a spoonful of the roasted crab shell meat in front of each person. The original roasted crab meat in its shell and paired with crab roe, only those who have eaten it know how delicious it is.
This is a delicacy known as a gift from God, and with the warm processing, it is guaranteed to be unforgettable once you eat it.
Probably because the glass bottle was transparent, when Wen Xin took it out, Wang Jiajia saw the yellow and red peppers inside, and she curled her lips again and said in disgust: "What is this? I won't eat it. I can't eat spicy food."
Ye Jianzhou was deeply attracted by the aroma, "Good stuff, crab roe! Try it, it's very fragrant." He scooped a spoonful, took a bite, and hummed repeatedly. Without even having time to say anything, he started to eat.
When Wen Xin was digging crab roe paste for Captain Yan, the fingertips that held the spoon happened to be on the injured hand, and her fingers were lightly curled up, not touching the handle of the spoon, because her skin texture was delicate, just like condensed mutton-fat jade, and even her fingers had a sense of whiteness, smoothness, and natural grace. It was a kind of lively beauty that came from the bones, especially under the light, her neatly trimmed nails and fingertips with pink crystals had a transparent and warm feeling like white jade.
At this time, the redness and swelling between the fingers seemed a little shocking. All beautiful things are very delicate, let alone such snow-white skin.
Yan Motou just took a glance, then reached out to take the bottle and spoon, scooped a spoonful cleanly, then stood up and gave it to Wang Jiajia and He Wenyan.
Half of the bottle was gone in one go, which made Wen Xin feel distressed. Whoever picked the crab roe would feel distressed. She wanted to keep some for herself. When she snatched it away, she glared at Yan Mo Tou.
Yama Head: “…”
Wang Jiajia was very happy when she saw Yan Zeyang scooping this thing for her with his own hands. She looked at him with eyes almost dripping with tears. She didn't mind the yellow color of this thing, and pretended to scoop a small spoonful of it. While tasting it, she pretended that she would spit it out immediately if it was not good.
After taking the first bite, I couldn't stop.
A crab is about the size of two hands wrapped around it, and it is filled with peeled meat. In theory, one crab is enough to fill you up, two crabs are enough to fill you up, and three crabs are enough to make you full.
But no one expected that crabs would be so delicious. They were so fragrant and fresh that you could swallow them. This was only possible because the children of the compound had seen good things and had been brought up with patience. If it were an ordinary person who had never eaten a few good meals, he would be so moved that he would cry, and feel that his whole life was worth it.
Don't mention them, in modern times, these are all delicacies that people can eat crazily, but Wen Zheng just doesn't make them.
Wen Xin roasted more than a dozen of them, and her clothes were almost soaked through with heat, before she finally satisfied the guests with their meals and drinks.
The look Ye Jianzhou gave Wen Xin was just like a grandmother looking at her granddaughter, full of kindness. He kept saying that he wanted to follow the leader and Captain Yan to their home for meals in the future.
Wow, this craftsmanship is simply amazing. You can’t judge a book by its cover! As for Wang Jiajia's nanny, Ye Jianzhou had never even thought about it. He had been cooking for more than 20 years. To be honest, he had had enough of it. Even if he cooked for himself now, he could still make the same taste. Disgusting...
Wang Jiajia was a little unhappy when she saw Ye Jianzhou praising Wen Xin all the time. She didn't want to admit that Yan's nanny's cooking skills were good, but she felt embarrassed after eating so much. She forced a smile for a while, then said to Yan Zeyang with a smile: "Brother Yan, your nanny is good at cooking crabs, right? It just so happens that my family also got a basket, but we don't know how to eat it. Why don't you lend us your nanny for one night and let her teach our nanny how to cook the crab paste at night? If it doesn't work, we can exchange nannies. I also want my parents to taste her cooking skills!"
Wen Xin was smiling beside them, and coaxed Yan Miaomiao, who had just finished her meal, to the sofa to watch TV. But as soon as she came over, she heard her request to exchange the two nannies...
When she heard this, she was really angry. Is the nanny not a human being? This isn't the way you order your servants around, right? Swap, exchange it, mmp!
If the Yan family really changed, she would immediately take off her apron and quit! Even if I walk all the way to the south, I won't be bothered by this kind of shit.
Her face changed, her pink lips were tightly pursed, and she stared at Yan Zeyang with her dark, bright, and angry eyes. If he said a word, she would leave.
As a result, Yan Mo's face darkened first. He didn't look at Wang Jiajia, but said to Ye Jianzhou: "Political Commissar Ye, you have seen it too. Please go back and tell Staff Officer Wang's wife that the nanny is a member of our family and will not be replaced! I, Yan Zeyang, can't afford such a tutor for her daughter. Just pretend that you have never been here today and this matter has never been mentioned. Send her back." As he said that, he threw the towel on the table.
At that moment, the dandy young man in the compound showed his disdain for the country, and his tone indicated that he looked down on everyone from top to bottom, from the strands of hair to the dirt on the soles of his shoes.
Wang Jiajia was shocked. What did she say? She just wanted to change the nanny.
Ye Jianzhou supported his face with his weak hands. He had messed up again. The commander was very concerned this time. How should he respond? The same thing happened to Wang Jiajia. She had studied for so many years, but she didn't even know the basic respect for others. No wonder the devil was so furious that he didn't even give face to Chief of Staff Wang and directly drove him away.
Finally, Wang Jiajia ran away crying.
He Wenyan had been sitting in her seat, watching coldly and savoring the juice slowly. This girl was arrogant and rude, and she did things against her will. She didn't know how to control her temper. Those who liked her would coax her and give in to her, but this person would definitely not be Yan Weiguo's son.
She has been living with this stepson for a year. Who is this demon? He had experienced the darkest two years in the Yan family and had learned to hide his true emotions, but he had the arrogance in his bones since childhood, and he couldn't admit it even if he didn't want to.
When he was a child, the kids in the compound called him the little bully. This gifted child has long been accustomed to it. If you want to throw a tantrum or act tricky in front of him, you'd better stop it as you've found the wrong person! If you make him angry, he won't even give you a way out.
What's more, he has a biggest shortcoming, which is that he protects his own people and his shortcomings. It can be seen from the way he protects his sister. Does he have any feelings for his sister? No, her sister was taken away by her parents and sent down to the countryside soon after she was born, while he stayed in the army. When they met again, their mother was gone and her sister was only four years old. But didn’t he protect his sister enough? Afraid that she would treat her badly, she would rush back every day even if she was extremely annoyed.
He can bully and order those under his wing, but he cannot touch anyone else, let alone the people he cares about.
Wang Jiajia, whom he had just met officially for the first time, wanted to take her away from him on her own initiative. It would be strange if he agreed. He was already giving face to Chief of Staff Wang's family by not throwing her out.
…
Yan Zeyang was sitting under a tree outside the yard, holding a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. In the night, fireworks twinkled like stars.
Ye Jianzhou came over and asked, "Don't you not smoke?"
"Occasionally."
"You've caused me so much trouble, kid. You even dared to get close to Captain He's son, and this time you scolded the daughter of Staff Officer Wang until she cried. Is there anyone in this compound that you haven't offended? You have to give them some face, after all, we're from the same compound."
Yan Zeyang sneered, "When my dad got into trouble, did anyone in the compound say a word to help him? Do I still need to give them face now?"
Ye Jianzhou looked at him helplessly, "You! If I hadn't been a soldier under the commander back then, I wouldn't care about you."
Yan Zeyang glanced at him and was too lazy to speak.
"That warmth..." Ye Jianzhou asked carefully.
"You think too much." He frowned and put out the cigarette with his hand.
"What's the problem? Is it because of your family background or your bad family background? Do you want me to check it for you?" Political Commissar Ye did have some connections.
"No need, let's go back." After saying that, Yama turned around and left.
…
Yan Zeyang had actually made the decision, and today's meeting was no joke, it was just that the situation was a little out of control.
This made him feel a little irritated, so irritated that he felt choked up in his chest and a little depressed. He had no choice but to go under the tree outside the door and smoke a cigarette to ease his mood.
Entering the yard, he saw warm light coming out of the window. Perhaps because of the long-term field training, his footsteps were silent. Walking into the hall, he saw a man who had just taken a shower, with long hair, wearing a loose white buttoned shirt like the ones in the Republic of China, and warm blue pants. He was standing at the bookshelf in the living room, tiptoeing to reach the wine on it.
When Wen Xin was taking a shower, she felt a wave of depression in her heart, and she suddenly wanted to drink some wine. However, there was no red wine here, only white wine on the bookshelf. She wanted to take a small bottle of wine, adjust the taste herself, and then drink it, and then have a good sleep to forget all the grievances.
As a result, the wine was too high, and she was wearing light blue cloth slippers made by the master according to her drawing, which made her feet look even whiter.
It's just a little bit, if I was wearing high heels I would definitely have hooked her.
As a result, a tall and upright figure blocked the light in the living room, and he reached out and easily moved the bottle of wine to a higher place.
She was even less able to hook him now.
Wen Xin looked back at him.
His eyes drifted over, with a clear warning in them, "What kind of wine do lesbians drink?"
Wen Xin's eyes suddenly turned red and she said, "You are the lesbian," but she remained silent.
"Come here." The living room was large, so the lighting was soft. He walked to the closet opposite the coffee table and took out a medicine box with a cross printed on it. As a doctor, He Wenyan couldn't possibly be without a medicine box at home.
Wen Xin watched him reach out to open the medicine box and look at the types of medicines inside one by one. As a soldier who often undergoes field training, he must be familiar with the use of some medicines for external injuries, because there are no doctors in the wild to bandage your wounds.
I quickly found a bottle.
"hand."
Wen Xin didn't want to apply medicine. That bottle might be disinfectant. I don't know if it contains Yunnan Baiyao. It would hurt if disinfectant was applied to the wound.
Yan Zeyang glanced at her. The red circles under his eyes made the skin on her face look even more delicate and smooth.
Seeing Wen Xin didn't extend her hand, he frowned and said, "Don't let me say it a second time."
Wen Xin's eyes became even redder. Why was she so angry? Just don't stretch it.
He had just glanced at it before, but now, after a closer look, he understood why women's skin was described as "soft and fragile". The skin of the hand in front of him was so delicate that after just picking a few crabs, the five fingers had red marks to varying degrees, and the skin would be broken if he applied a little more force.
He carefully sprinkled disinfectant on her wound. Wen Xin tried to pull her hand back out of pain, but he held her hand tightly.
Wen Xin's eyes were almost filled with tears, and she cursed him in a low voice: "Are you a devil? You only know how to bully people."
He took a bottle of white powder from the box as if he hadn't heard it and sprinkled the powder on the wound. Although the wound was not large, it was very deep and would easily get infected if it came into contact with water.
Under the light, he moved gently, with his face half lowered, his tall figure, his ironed clothes, his slender hand holding her orchid finger, and after applying the medicine, he gently rubbed her injured fingertip with his fingers, and after a long time, he said "hmm" lightly with an expressionless face.
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