It was the time when the end of work, and there were a lot of people in the vegetable market, Yang Jiahui asked, "What do uncles and aunts like to eat?"

"Sauce beef, glass beef, everything else seems to be fine. ”

Yang Jiahui said: "Sauce beef is troublesome to make, and you have to buy tendons, and now it is estimated that you can't buy tendons." ”

They walked around the market quickly and quickly bought all the ingredients.

When she got home, her parents had come back, Yang Jiahui seemed very relaxed, she quickly chopped vegetables and stir-fried them in one go, and several home-cooked dishes were quickly ready, at this time Zhang Jun's mother returned home.

"Oh, why don't you let Jiahui cook!" said the mother dissatisfied with Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "She makes it delicious, if I make it, then you can still eat it!"

"It's just a good mouth, come, Jiahui will go into the house and rest for a while. Her mother took her warmly and sat down in the living room.

While the mother and daughter were chatting on the sofa, Zhang Jun's father also walked in happily, carrying a roast chicken and a bag of spicy beef.

"Hello uncle!" Yang Jiahui stood up politely.

"Good!" said the father with a smile on his face.

He took the dish to the dining room, put it on a plate, and then went back to the house to change into casual clothes. He beckoned everyone to eat.

The mother said, "Look at it, this dish is made by Jiahui, and you don't take care of your son!"

"We don't have to worry about it in the future, haha!" said my father teasingly.

Mother pulled Yang Jiahui to sit together, father poured a full glass of wine, and he poured Zhang Jun half a glass. The mother hurriedly said, "Don't get used to the child, what kind of wine does the child drink?" ”

Zhang Jun said in his heart: "There is no problem with this. But he said, "I won't drink less, I'm happy today!"

Yang Jiahui looked at him, smiling and not expressing an opinion. The father found a reason now: "You have no opinion on Jiahui, what does your old woman care." ”

In one sentence, Yang Jiahui's face flushed with shame, she lowered her head and didn't speak, and her father laughed when he saw this.

He said, "You can drink some dry red too, or it's boring!"

The mother took out a bottle of dry red from the wine rack and filled it for two people.

The mother asked, "Jiahui, does your father also drink at home?"

"He doesn't drink it often, he only drinks it for socials or festivals. Yang Jiahui said.

"Don't just talk, it'll be cold for a while. Mother said.

"Eat the vegetables, hehe. ”

Yang Jiahui's cooking was really praised by the whole family, especially his father, who was full of praise, he asked: "Jiahui, who did you learn this craft from?"

"And the master. ”

Zhang Jun hurriedly asked, "Which master?"

"It's Boss Gao I just met this afternoon!"

It turned out that Yang Jiahui's family background was not good when she was on the stool, just after the reform and opening up, her father and mother took the initiative to resign and go to the sea, and it was not smooth at the beginning, most of the time Yang Jiahui was at home, she often ran to Boss Gao's house, Boss Gao was keen on food, and he was willing to do it when he was fine. Willing to study tricks, just like that, in a few years, Yang Jiahui actually learned a good cook, in the future, as long as she has time, she is willing to cook herself, her parents' praise makes her more willing to cook, but in recent years, due to learning reasons, she rarely cooks.

"This catfish tofu is so flavorful. After taking a bite, my father praised him again and again.

My mother also said, "Yes, what I did was that I couldn't get into the taste, I don't know why?"

Yang Jiahui said with a smile: "Use low heat first, and when it is half dry, it is good to collect the juice on high heat." ”

"This sauce abalone is also good, I remember once I had this dish in a restaurant, but it was not as delicious. Father said.

Yang Jiahui said: "He may not be fresh abalone, right? ”

"Well, it's possible, it's a bit of a texture, it's not as smooth as this!" said the father.

"Drinking. ”

The parents were very happy today, and they had a very pleasant meal, and after eating, Yang Jiahui proposed to go for a walk.

"Go ahead. The parents readily agreed.

They hold hands and go straight to the forest park, this is the largest forest park in the city, there are all kinds of big trees, small trees, there is a huge artificial lake in the center, there is a curved bridge on the top of the lake, connected to a small island in the middle of the lake, there is a delicate octagonal pavilion on the small island, there are often people in the pavilion gather together to play and sing, there are artificially stocked koi of various colors in the lake, the koi fish form a beautiful picture around the blooming lotus.

They came hand in hand to the lake pavilion, today is really good, there is no one here, they sit shoulder to shoulder on the bench, the fragrance of lotus flowers drifts into their hearts and lungs with the breeze, the bright moonlight will be spread here with a layer of light white veil, they enjoy the beautiful scenery of the lake, when they enjoy the beautiful scenery, they also become a part of the beautiful scenery.

"Jiahui, you say, why can there be a wave of market in 2012?" Zhang Jun asked.

Yang Jiahui said softly: "I don't know either. ”

She was telling the truth, why wait until 2012 and never understood, her stock age is only a few years, and she has not experienced a few bull and bear conversions, so she can't answer this question.

"Tomorrow we will ask Mr. Liu, he has been a shareholder for many years, maybe he can answer. Yang Jiahui said.

Zhang Jun suddenly remembered something: "How many of you, who earns the most?"

Yang Jiahui thought for a while and said, "In terms of proportion, it's all about the same. ”

"Oh. ”

Yang Jiahui said: "Actually, the method is not very important, as long as you choose the right method that suits you." ”

"It makes sense, I also have to learn from my senior sister. Zhang Jun said.

Yang Jiahui giggled, pillowed her head on his shoulder, and said, "Hey, look at how round and big the moon is today." ”

Zhang Jun raised his head, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and said, "Yes, the Guanghan Palace and the osmanthus tree in the moon can be seen clearly, today must be Sister Chang'e's birthday." ”

"Then there must be osmanthus cake. Yang Jiahui also said.

Zhang Jun hugged her and said seriously: "If you like to eat, one day I will go to the moon and ask you for two osmanthus cakes, Sister Chang'e is very generous." ”

Yang Jiahui smiled and said, "Your relationship is quite good." ”

Zhang Jun plucked his chest and said, "That's my sister! Look at her still walking back and forth in the Guanghan Palace!"

Sure enough, there was a black dot flowing in the direction of the moon, and Yang Jiahui also widened her eyes and looked carefully, and suddenly she laughed: "It's a plane, you take a good look." ”

Zhang Jun smiled and said, "It's Sister Chang'e who traveled by plane." ”

"I want to eat osmanthus cake! You go up and ask me for two!" Yang Jiahui said coquettishly.

Zhang Jun said: "Sister Chang'e went on a trip and waited for her to come back." ”

Hehe.

Young lovers always have endless words together, endless chatting, look at the sky is very late, except for the occasional few frogs in the park, there is no other sound, look at the silence around, the two people can't help but feel a little worried, they looked at each other, holding hands and walking outside the park, on the way, they saw several pairs of lovers are still there, can't help but be bold again, Zhang Jun said: "Look, there are a lot of people." ”

Yang Jiahui also looked at it and said, "Then it's at the door, it's weird and scary inside." ”

found a backlit stone bench, the two of them sat down, riding the gust of breeze at night, they snuggled together, chatting and chatting, Yang Jiahui didn't feel a little cold, her body trembled, and said: "It's a little cold, let's go home, or my mother should worry about it again." ”

"Okay!"

At the door of that luxurious community, they stood down, Yang Jiahui let him kiss him, and then ran into the community.

Zhang Jun, who returned home, looked at the clock, hehe, it was almost midnight, he stretched his waist in his room, felt a little sleepy, and fell asleep on the bed.

I don't know when, Zhang Jun woke up, found that he had a pair of wings, wings like a crane, he waved his wings in the sky soaring, suddenly remembered that there was still delicious osmanthus cake in the Guanghan Palace, so he struggled to fly upward, he felt that the wind in his ears was whistling, the white clouds were far behind him, looking back to see that his home had become very small, gradually invisible, he was very happy, because he saw the golden full moon not far away, he struggled to incite his wings, and came to the moon with little effort, the moon was covered with gold, yellow and clear, no wonder it was a golden moon in the distance, He thought about it, so he flew to the outside of a large hall, folded his wings, and looked carefully, it turned out that this was a tall ancient building, with golden walls, golden glass, golden columns, and a huge plaque hanging on the top of the main hall, with three big characters on it - Guanghan Palace.

Along the steps, he walked in, and found that there was no figure inside, and he suddenly felt a little surprised in his heart: Isn't there a fairy here? With great curiosity, Zhang Jun continued to walk inside, only to find that there were several fairies playing in the house, the fairies were dressed in Han Dynasty style clothes, their hair was high and coiled, and there were hairpins on them, and they seemed to be less than 20 years old.

"Excuse me, is this the Guanghan Palace?" Zhang Jun walked up and took the initiative to greet them.

One of the fairies came over with a smile: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find Sister Chang'e and ask for two osmanthus cakes. Zhang Jun said.

"Osmanthus cake!" the fairies were all happy when they heard this.

"Isn't there here?" Zhang Jun asked curiously.

One of the fairies said, "You have to find Sister Chang'e, we don't dare to give it." ”

"Oh, where is Sister Chang'e?"

"In the apse! A fairy said.

"Thank you. After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he walked straight towards the apse, in the middle of the front and rear halls is a huge courtyard, there is a golden osmanthus tree in the yard, the tall osmanthus tree is dozens of zhang, he looked up, only to see that the top of the tree is full of fruits, the fragrance of osmanthus fruits makes Zhang Jun a little floating.

He just wanted to go to the apse, and found a fairy walking out of it, about 20 years old, only to see her water-cut eyes, peanut face, cloud temples lightly combed cicada wings, eyebrows lightly brushed spring mountain, red lips decorated with a peach, Hao teeth row two rows of broken jade. The attitude is natural, and it is like a weaver girl going down to Yaotai, like Chang'e leaving the Moon Palace. There was a little sorrow in her demeanor! Could this be the fairy Chang'e?

Zhang Jun suddenly remembered an ancient poem by Li Shangyin: The mica screen is deep in candle shadows, and the Yangtze River is gradually falling. Chang'e should repent of stealing the elixir, and the blue sea and blue sky are night and night.

He stood there stupidly, looking at the beauty in front of him stupidly, he didn't feel that there were some familiar faces, some acquaintances, he looked up and down carefully again, although the fairy opposite was wearing Han Dynasty clothes, but it could also be seen that the original Chang'e fairy was the same as Yang Jiahui, and he had more doubts in his heart.

"Are you Jiahui or Sister Chang'e?" asked Zhang Jun timidly.

The fairy asked, "Who is Jiahui?" and who are you?"

Zhang Jun immediately understood, this is Guanghan Palace, how can there be Jiahui? He hurriedly laughed and said, "I am the person below, I want to disturb Sister Chang'e if she can give two osmanthus cakes." ”

"Okay, if you want to eat, you can take it yourself. She pointed to the osmanthus tree.

Zhang Jun came to the bottom of the tree, jumped up a few times and couldn't get up the tree, so he turned around and asked, "Sister Chang'e, this tree is too high, I can't get it!"

Chang'e's face sank and said, "Since you can't get it, leave quickly!"

As he spoke, he shook his sleeves, and a hurricane suddenly rose, blowing Zhang Jun without a trace.