Jiang Jun's mind was full of questions and he finally dozed off when it was almost dawn.
Just as she was about to open the door, she heard the sound of the bathroom door opening and closing in the corridor. It didn't sound like Sister Liu's movement. Jiang Jun knew it must be Chen Yuefei getting up. In order to avoid suspicion, she stepped back, walked to the window and looked into the yard. She didn't go downstairs until she saw Chen Yuefei leaving the yard.
When living in the Chen family, everyone has to wash and brush their teeth at different times.
In order not to make any noise and disturb Ye Qingyin's rest, Jiang Jun would run to the kitchen downstairs or wash his face and brush his teeth in the yard.
Sister Liu smiled and invited Jiang Jun to have breakfast: "Xiao Jiang, there are meat buns, freshly steamed. Hurry up and brush your teeth and eat."
In order to allow Chen Yuefei to eat more meals at home, Sister Liu got up before dawn and went to the canteen to buy fresh pork belly. She then chopped the meat into thin pieces and mixed it with green onions and fennel, which made it fragrant and chewy.
When Chen Yuefei was in middle school, the supply of meat was extremely limited. Ye Qingyin would still find ways to make meat buns every now and then to ensure the children's nutrition.
Jiang Jun smelled the fragrance and said, "Aunt Liu, thank you for your hard work!"
It took more than an hour to prepare.
Sister Liu smiled and waved her hand. "It's not hard. I kneaded the dough last night. All I have to do this morning is mix the meat filling. It's very simple. I'll serve you a bowl of millet porridge first. Let it cool here."
The Chen family's meals are all matched according to Ye Qingyin's preferences. Meat buns are eaten with millet porridge, steamed buns and flower rolls are eaten with rice porridge, and pancakes are eaten with egg drop soup or vegetable soup.
Fried dough sticks and fried cakes rarely appear on the Chen family's dining table, mainly because Ye Qingyin feels that fried foods are always not delicate enough and are harmful to the spleen and stomach.
Jiang Yun asked, "How much leavened dough is left? Is it enough for me to make a pancake?"
Alas, I just got scolded by Ye Qingyin. It’s better not to eat the “special” breakfast. It doesn’t matter if I eat one bite.
Sister Liu was also alert and immediately went to get the basin: "Enough, enough to make five or six small pancakes. Do you want white sugar filling or brown sugar filling?"
"Brown sugar, right?"
"Okay, I'll be right there."
Sister Liu liked Jiang Yun more and more. She wasn't as arrogant and pretentious as those girls from noble families, nor was she as timid in public as the girls from humble families. Even after becoming Xiao Wu's wife, she was still polite to others. She didn't rush to do the housework, but when she did, she did it neatly and timidly. It was great! If only Xiao Fei could find such a good wife.
After Jiang Jun finished washing up, he went back to his room and lightly applied a layer of balm, changed into a long-sleeved shirt and a pair of black straight-leg pants, and went downstairs to have breakfast.
There were six small pancakes on the plate on the dining table.
Jiang Jun took another empty bowl and took out two pancakes: "Aunt Liu, you can't finish these pancakes, so I'll eat the extra two."
When dealing with a family CEO like Ye Qingyin, one has to be skillful in speaking. Even though Ye Qingyin is not present, one has to say what should be said. One must ensure that even if others imitate what one says and Ye Qingyin learns it, she will feel comfortable listening to it and will not be unhappy.
If it were an ordinary person, they would usually say, "Here are six sesame cakes. I'll eat two first and then go to work or school." In this case, parents like Ye Qingyin would be unhappy because the elders haven't eaten yet. Although the four sesame cakes left on the table are still untouched, they are still the leftovers of the elders, which makes the person who ate first seem particularly ignorant of etiquette and impolite.
To put it another way, out of six pancakes, Ye Qingyin would only eat two at most, but you had to leave four for them. No matter how much you eat, one or two, you had to say it was the surplus beyond the parents' meal allowance. This would make it seem that the person who eats first is thinking about the parents, and understands the order and size, and the rules.
After living with Ye Qingyin for a few days, Jiang Jun understood Ye Qingyin's temper. In front of Ye Qingyin, he had to always observe the etiquette of a junior: one, he could not talk back, two, he could not be too picky, and if he did something wrong, he could not make the same mistake twice.
For many things, the essence remains the same, but the effect will be completely different if the wording is changed.
Jiang Jun believed that she was not saying nice things to please anyone, she just wanted to eat comfortably and reduce any interference with her appetite.
The millet porridge is cooked to the perfect thickness, and paired with the slightly burnt sesame cakes on both sides, it is extremely fragrant.
Ye Qingyin came downstairs just after finishing her meal. Seeing Jiang Jun's outfit, she frowned slightly and said, "Xiao Jiang, didn't I tell you to wear a formal dress?"
Jiang Jun explained with a smile, "The one giving the presentation today is the main character, so it's better for me to dress more modestly."
Even talking to Chen Yuefei would make Ye Qingyin dissatisfied. Then, when she went out in a suit and skirt and walked back and forth to the entrance of the club's auditorium, she got a lot of eyeballs stuck on her body. Ye Qingyin didn't know how long she would complain.
Ye Qingyin was finally satisfied: "Well, you come with me later. Sister Liu is going to cook for Xiaofei at home. If there are more seats in the front, you can sit with me."
Seeing that Ye Qingyin didn't count the midnight meal, Jiang Jun quickly agreed, "Yes! Aunt Ye, take your time eating. I'll go upstairs and read a book first."
Although a family that adheres to rules is strict and requires caution in everything, it still has certain advantages. At least the parents are reasonable and will not be unreasonable.
Ye Qingyin asked: "What book are you reading recently?"
Jiang Jun could only stand. "I borrowed it from the library of the Equipment Department. It's the original copy of Marx's Manifesto."
There were no interesting novels, let alone literary classics. Plus, she had to help Gao Lei translate movie lines; she wanted to translate General Patton's somewhat vulgar language in more rational terms.
Jiang Jun has always wanted to read the "Manifesto". In her original time and space, many successful entrepreneurs in the country claimed that they benefited from the great man's collection of works. Unfortunately, in this year, the great man's selected works have not yet been compiled and published. Jiang Jun can only find the "Manifesto", which the great man never put down, to study.
Ye Qingyin raised her eyebrows: "Do you understand?"
"The Manifesto" is a good book. Many units have it. Party members must study it before meetings. Those who can really read and understand it are rare. I heard that only a few translators from the Central Translation Office can read the original version.
Jiang Jun could only be modest: "When I first started reading, there were many words I didn't recognize."
Saying you don’t understand makes you seem uncultured, but saying you don’t know the words means there is still a lot of room for improvement.
Ye Qingyin thought for a few seconds: "I have to attend Xiaofei's lecture today. I called the personnel department and told them to take you there tomorrow morning."
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