Last night, Luo Yan made two pots of Maojian tea for her own home use, and also made some private collections.

The existing stir-fry pot stove at home can be fried when the fire starts.

"Yifan, you go and make a fire. Luo Yan arrived at his own house, and the head of the house commanded him with full authority.

Zhuo Yifan hurried to make a fire.

looked at the corner of the stove, there was only coarse firewood and no fine firewood, how could there be fire?

"Sister Yan, what did you use to light the fire?"

"You take a firewood knife and chop some firewood seedlings to light a fire. Luo Yan said as she poured two baskets of tea leaves into a special tea tray and spread them out, so as not to burn the tea leaves due to accumulation and heat.

Zhuo Yifan found a firewood knife, chopped the firewood seedlings hard, lit the firewood seedlings with a disposable lighter, and carefully put them in the stove. The small firewood was too small to burn the coarse wood, so he stretched out his mouth and blew into the stove.

"Yifan, you chop some more firewood seedlings, otherwise you won't be able to burn it. Luo Yan came over and saw the reminder.

Also, Zhuo Yifan chopped firewood and seedlings hard, and he had never done such rough work before. But now they all use induction cookers and liquefied gas stoves, and firewood stoves are generally abandoned there and never used.

Light the re-chopped firewood and put it in the stove and burn it with the extinguished firewood.

"Let me see. Luo Yan was worried that Yifan would not need to use his own firewood stove, so he pulled out the firewood and burned it himself.

Seeing that the firewood was burning, Zhuo Yifan let go.

Luo Yan put a few more firewoods in her hand, and the fire burned vigorously, and after a while, her whole body was hot.

The cauldron of the roasted tea clay stove heats up quickly.

Luo Yan went to wash her hands and wiped the water droplets clean. Before roasting tea, you need to do some kneading exercises, move the fingers and palms, rub the palms of your hands to make them hot, and your palms will sweat slightly. The purpose of this is to resist the scalding of the fingers and palms by the high temperature at the bottom of the pot.

Zhuo Yifan, who was playing on the side, watched and learned Sister Yan's fried tea.

After weighing the tip of a pot of buds, pour it into the main warm pan and stir-fry the tea with your hands in time. At this time, Luo Yan concentrated on stir-frying tea.

Zhuo Yifan stood beside Luo Yan, the heat of the wok continued to dissipate, and the high temperature and water vapor were invisible. After a while, sweat broke out on my forehead.

In order to make full use of the time, Zhuo Yifan personally wiped the sweat from Sister Yan's forehead.

Luo Yan smiled happily at Yifan, full of happiness and willing to do things for him.

"Sister Yan, you are tired of frying, so I will fry it. Zhuo Yifan said with a heartache for her.

"Well, wait for the next pot, you fry the first half, and I will control the quality of the back." Luo Yan readily agreed.

"It doesn't matter if your own tea is fried by the boss, the key is to learn this technique. Zhuo Yifan said comfortingly.

"You, it's not money that is fired. Fry a pot of one or two thousand yuan, you don't feel heartache, I look at the heartache. ”

"Hehe, how can there be an apprentice who doesn't pay tuition? I have a ready-made master, what am I afraid of? Zhuo Yifan found that he had something to say, and he had endless words with Sister Yan.

"Come here. ”

Eh, Sister Yan discovered the secret, and called Zhuo Yifan as if she had ordered.

Zhuo Yifan was obedient and stupid, and stretched his head over, thinking that Sister Yan would kiss her face.

Luo Yan sniffed at Yifan's mouth, and asked in surprise, "You drank last night?"

I didn't believe it, Zhuo Yifan couldn't smell the wine at all, and deliberately chewed mint-flavored gum and sang loudly all the way, just to dissipate the wine from his mouth as soon as possible.

Still hasn't hidden Sister Yan's dog nose, just smell it a little, Zhuo Yifan couldn't escape and touched his head, and his face turned into a piece of bitter sand.

After Sister Yan smelled the wine, she didn't ask Zhuo Yifan anymore, and devoted herself to the fried tea, but her face was already full of obstacles, which was unbearable. Zhuo Yifan touches his head and apologizes is useless, he must be honest and clear.

"Are you angry?"

Luo Yan shook her head, indicating that she was not angry at all, and was very calm.

Oh my mom! It's terrible, Sister Yan doesn't have an opinion and doesn't get angry, which means that she is very angry, and if she doesn't talk to me, it means that she is already angry in her stomach. Oh my God, how do I explain that?

"Actually...... In fact...... I ......" Zhuo Yifan warned herself not to lie, and hesitated and didn't know how to tell her? With a conscience, I did the most sorry thing for Sister Yan. Now I am in pain and regret.

"I'm not angry, I let go of seeing you come back safely. Luo Yan saw that Zhuo Yifan had something unspeakable, so he said with relief.

"Sister Yan, I met an old classmate yesterday. She was my high school classmate. I used to talk to the one on the phone. She works in the industrial and commercial bureau. She helped me with the company and trademark registration. In order to thank her, I invited her to lunch and drink. You know, you can't drive while drinking. I drank a little too much and went to the hotel for a good night's sleep. I didn't wake up until this morning and rushed back immediately when I heard your call. "Zhuo Yifan is like a student who honestly explains things to the teacher.

"Are you with an old classmate?" Luo Yan paused to stir up tea.

Zhuo Yifan was anxious when he saw it, thinking that Sister Yan was angry and stopped stir-frying tea, so he hurriedly said, "It's with a female classmate." ”

"Female classmate?" Luo Yan looked up in surprise.

Sister Yan stopped stir-frying tea, and Zhuo Yifan was even more worried that a pot of tea would burn out, and she was sweating profusely on her forehead.

Actually, Zhuo Yifan was wrong, Sister Yan paused for a moment, and the practice of her hands was automatically the master of the tea. Sister Yan doesn't have to worry about the tea being fried in her hand at all. Sometimes it's okay to close your eyes and rest and fry for a while.

Don't admit herself, Sister Yan smiled bitterly. If this is the case, Zhuo Yi mortals have flies and bee stings everywhere they go.

"Don't you say spend the night with her?" Luo Yan knocked over the five-flavor soy sauce in her heart, saying that adults are not jealous in large quantities, which is a lie.

"No, that's really not. After we had lunch and drank wine, we invited me to a leader's birthday party in the evening. I drank too much with their leaders, and they sent me back to the hotel. Zhuo Yifan squatted beside him and explained honestly to Sister Yan.

"Don't you say that your female classmate sent you back?" Luo Yan also did not change her face, and asked with her head bowed as she concentrated on stir-frying tea.

"It seems to be a female classmate. Zhuo Yifan couldn't say for sure.

Luo Yan suddenly stopped with both hands, straightened her waist and was full of anger.

Zhuo Yifan was frightened, thinking that Sister Yan would smash me.

After Luo Yan's strong reaction, she put it down easily as if nothing had happened, and sighed to herself in her heart, almost bursting into tears with a hundred thousand points of pain. I was worried all night because he had no conscience, and if it weren't for the fact that I was tired of stir-frying tea, I wouldn't have been able to sleep all night. Wake up at five o'clock in the morning to cook and do laundry.

"Sister Yan, you're angry. Zhuo Yifan saw it this time, and Sister Yan was full of anger.

"I'm sorry!" Zhuo Yifan suddenly became a sinner through the ages, and he wanted to slap Sister Yan a few times now.

Luo Yan shook her head, her nose was sour, and she pushed back with the back of her hand, she couldn't be jealous of him. What am I? A widow who speaks irrationally in the village. It's already very good that I can have a relationship with Zhuo Yifan. He's confessing his sins to me right now. Now, whether I should be happy or miserable, I am very confused, and I always feel that there is no reason to blame him.