121 Fried noodles
Zhang Yi originally thought that Yu Ruyi was forced to agree to let him pick up and drop off that day, and then find an excuse to refuse himself when the matter came, but he didn't expect Yu Ruyi to be trustworthy, and actually took the initiative to call himself and say that he was coming to Tonghua Villa after work.
This is the first time Yu Ruyi has called herself!
Zhang Yi always felt that she needed to do something to commemorate this day, so she wished her a good recovery.
Speaking of sending flowers, it should be the most appropriate, but since the last time he hit a nail in sending flowers, Zhang Yi no longer dared to try this trick lightly.
Anything other than flowers seems too cheesy.
Zhang Yi copied his hands and wandered in front of the office window for a long time, but he couldn't think of a way to express his heart without causing Yu Ruyi's disgust.
"Mr. Zhang!" The beautiful female secretary knocked on the hidden door, lowered her eyebrows and put a cup of coffee on Zhang Yi's desk, and quietly withdrew.
As long as he doesn't go out, every afternoon, Zhang Yi is used to drinking a cup of coffee. It's to relieve stress, but it's also to recharge the body for the charge that may come at any time.
Coffee is his own designated brand, no sugar, bitter with a bit of sweetness and smoothness, Zhang Yi picked up the coffee and tasted it carefully. The fragrant liquid slowly slid into the body after a few moments of moisturization, and every pore in the body crackled open.
Maybe it's his mother's exquisite cooking skills that spoiled Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi has always been picky about food, as long as it's not when socializing, Zhang Yi doesn't want to settle.
Compared with the feasts of major hotels, Zhang Yi prefers his mother's home-cooked dishes.
It's a pity that it's hard to eat my mother's own food outside, but after eating Yu Ruyi's cooking a few times, I still have a bit of a mother's taste.
The corners of Zhang Yi's mouth rose slightly.
Up to the hall and down to the kitchen, Yu Ruyi is really a good girl who is impeccable.
No wonder Wang Hao's family spoiled her like a jewel.
Even so, he shouldn't leave his grandparents in the city and take root in the town, which Zhang Yi couldn't figure out anyway.
Thinking of Yu Ruyi's grandmother, Zhang Yi can't forget the fried noodles she made, which is so fragrant!
Hey, didn't grandma say that Yu Ruyi likes to eat grandma's fried noodles the most? Zhang Yi suddenly had an idea.
Seeing Zhang Yi suddenly rush out of the office and run downstairs, although the female secretary sitting outside Zhang Yi's office was surprised, she didn't dare to ask, but just walked in silently and put away the coffee cup.
I drank only half of the coffee! This matter is in an orderly manner, and it has never happened to Mr. Zhang, who is very light in everything. The female secretary looked at the coffee in the cup in a daze, and couldn't think of a reason for thinking about it for a long time.
Zhang Yi confidently walked towards the kitchen.
Yu Ruyi's grandmother once taught herself a unique way to make fried noodles, and then asked the chef Chen Song, who didn't believe that a small fried noodles were difficult to get herself!
Chen Song was preparing the ingredients for dinner in the kitchen, and when he saw Zhang Yi coming in, he joked: "Mr. Zhang is here to inspect the work?" β
Zhang Yi motioned for Chen Song to walk to the side and whispered, "I'm going to make fried noodles!" β
"Jajangmyeon? Yes! How many servings? What time is it? Chen Song looked at Zhang Yi seriously.
"No," Zhang Yi accentuated, "I'm going to make fried noodles!" β
Chen Song understood this time, and raised his voice in surprise: "You...... Do it yourself? β
"Yes!" Zhang Yi quickly glanced around and peeked curiously at his gaze, and lowered his voice, "Do we have all the spices in our kitchen?" β
"Aren't there just those kinds of seasonings for jjajangmyeon? Yes! Chen Song nodded confidently.
Zhang Yi looked at Chen Song suspiciously: "Are you sure?" Are you sure? Guarantee? β
Chen Song blinked his eyes and asked with some uncertainty, "What kind of fried noodles do you want to make?" β
"Jajangmyeon!" Zhang Yi laboriously recalled, "The noodles are very tough and ...... bouncy"
"That's supposed to be wet noodles!" Chen Song said with certainty, "It can be made fresh." β
"There's a lot of minced meat ......"
Chen Song nodded: "That's nature!" β
"It tastes spicy and spicy, with a little sweetness......"
"Spicy?" Chen Song looked at Zhang Yi suspiciously, "Fried noodles are generally not spicy!" β
"It's spicy!" Zhang Yi insisted, "Her grandmother said she likes spicy food!" β
"She?" Chen Song hurriedly dispelled his curiosity, "Are you talking about the spicy pepper or the ginger?" β
It is estimated that Zhang Yi can't tell the difference, and as soon as the words came out, Chen Song lowered his head a little discouraged.
"Chili!" Zhang Yi actually said with certainty, "It's a red pepper from the kimchi jar, remember, grandma said to mash the pepper and fry it with oil......"
"Oh......" Chen Song really has never seen pickled peppers used to make fried noodles.
Zhang Yi asked Chen Song curiously: "What do you mean by exploding?" β
I don't even know what stir-fry is, and I want to cook ambitiously! Chen Song smiled: "Just call and ask your grandma, won't you know everything?" β
"Not my grandma!" Zhang Yi saw Chen Song staring at him curiously, and waved his finger, "Those are not important, I remember the ingredients that need to be used, the approximate steps, but I don't know where those ingredients come from?" How does it work? You help me! β
"No problem!" Chen Song asked for a pen and paper, "You can be more detailed, and I'll help you get it." β
"I did it myself!" Zhang Yi emphasized, "You just need to help me prepare." β
"Yes!"
At six o'clock, Zhang Yi's car stopped at the door of the "Third People's Hospital of Xinjing City" on time.
A few minutes later, Yu Ruyi, who was wearing a red tweed coat, appeared at the entrance of the hospital carrying Xiao Kun's bag.
Yu Ruyi, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was a little thinner than before, and the broken hair on her sideburns was scattered at will, looking even more delicate. Because of wearing red clothes, Yu Ruyi's complexion is not bad, and the slim tweed coat with small-foot jeans and flat soft leather shoes looks a little more gentle and elegant than before.
Zhang Yi hurriedly got out of the car and opened the car door for Yu Ruyi with a smile.
"Thank you!" Yu Ruyi smiled at Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi bent down playfully: "It's an honor!" β
"Is Grandpa okay?" As soon as she got in the car, Yu Ruyi couldn't wait to ask.
Zhang Yi glanced at Yu Ruyi with a smile: "Better than you!" β
"No kidding." Yu Ruyi asked seriously, "How much does he eat?" Is the spirit good? Did you say anything uncomfortable? β
"I really don't see anything wrong with him." Zhang Yi also replied seriously, "The amount of food is about the same as before, and I run to the construction site from one o'clock to the night, and I can't be idle." β
Yu Ruyi's expression was a little gloomy: "If other people were sick, Cheng DΓΉ would have been bedridden a long time ago, and my grandfather is really strong." β
"You're strong, too." Zhang Yi glanced at Yu Ruyi, "It's only been a few days, and it's alive again!" β
"It's different, my illness is like the wind, it will fall as soon as it comes, and it will be fine as soon as it leaves, but grandpa ......" Yu Ruyi lowered her eyes and did not continue.
"Grandpa Chen is a very optimistic person." Zhang Yi comforted Yu Ruyi, "He often says, 'Do your best, listen to the destiny of heaven', don't be too sad." β
"Hmm." Yu Ruyi smiled gratefully at Zhang Yi, "Thank you for taking care of your grandfather on weekdays." β
The corner of Zhang Yi's mouth hung up with that uninhibited smile again: "Is he taking care of me?" I'm begging for food in his hands. β
Yu Ruyi glanced at Zhang Yi and stopped talking.
As soon as the car heard steadily, Yu Ruyi saw his grandfather waiting outside the village with his hands behind his back.
"Grandpa!" Yu Ruyi ran over and threw herself into her grandfather's arms.
Grandpa gently patted Yu Ruyi's back, raised Yu Ruyi's head and looked at it carefully, and said with a smile: "Let's go, let's go home!" β
"Good!" Yu Ruyi happily held her grandfather's hand, "Let's go home!" β
"Gather together." Zhang Yi smiled and said, "I have left beforehand." β
"Thank you." Yu Ruyi smiled and said to Zhang Yi, "Let's eat together at night!" β
Zhang Yi smiled: "You don't have to worry about today's dinner, I have already arranged it." β
"I'm back now," Yu Ruyi was a little surprised, "I should make dinner, right?" β
Zhang Yi bent the corners of his mouth: "You rest and rest today, and you will have the final say for dinner in the future." β
Yu Ruyi smiled and glanced at her grandfather: "Okay, let's wait." β
Zhang Yi happily walked away.
originally wanted to clean his grandfather's room, not only did his grandfather's room have a clean window, but even his room was spotless, Yu Ruyi looked at his grandfather in surprise: "You let people clean it?" β
"Of course!" Grandpa smiled and said, "You have to ventilate regularly every day, so that you can live comfortably!" β
Yu Ruyi snuggled up to her grandfather with emotion: "Grandpa, you just need to take care of yourself." β
"Hello is really good!" Grandpa humorously said a common advertising slogan on TV.
"It's time to eat! It's time to eat! Zhang Yi walked over excitedly with a few bowls of fried noodles.
Yu Ruyi looked at Zhang Yi in surprise, although Zhang Yi was wearing a formal suit, the cuffs were rolled up high, and the placket of the suit was still stained with a little white ash.
Yu Ruyi looked at Zhang Yi in surprise: "You...... Do it yourself? β
"Taste it first!" Zhang Yi put bowls of noodles on the table and looked at Yu Ruyi expectantly.
Yu Ruyi looked at her grandfather, took a bowl of noodles, tasted it, and frowned.
Zhang Yi looked at Yu Ruyi nervously.
"How does it taste the same as grandma's cooking?" Yu Ruyi looked at Zhang Yi suspiciously.