"Why is it so cold?" Wang Lu muttered while taking off her husband's coat: "It's not snowing again!" ”

"Daughter-in-law, how can the precipitation in Oulothai be as much as in the capital?" Wu Shan laughed and said, "Didn't you read the weather forecast?" These days, under the influence of the cold air of Siberia, the whole country is cooling down. ”

"That thing, it doesn't work from time to time." Wang Lu pouted.

"It's strange to believe it! I remember when I was a child, the weather forecast said that there would be heavy rain, so my sister and I brought umbrellas to school, and it turned out to be a big sun all day! ”

"It's not too outrageous," Wu Shan shook his head: "It must be that the two little girls haven't heard it completely, and besides, today's satellite technology is so developed, and the accuracy is much higher." ”

"Anyway, I don't watch it," Wang Lu was still muttering: "If you want to be cold, you can be cold, and if you want to be hot, you can be hot." ”

"What's hot?" Sally giggled and came out of the kitchen: "It's the hottest inside, you see, I'm sweating." ”

"What about Cong Xuan and Cong Lang?" Wu Shan handed her the briefcase.

Both women grin about the family, but compared to the Chinese, foreigners' childhood education has taught their children to be independent.

Most of the time, Wang Lu is like a child who has not grown up, and Sally gradually dominates.

Of course, outside, it was Wang Lu who was showing her face, and Sally was consciously hiding behind the scenes.

"Cong Yu is reading," Sally screamed, "Cong Lang, Cong Lang, what about you?" ”

She hurriedly said: "Just now this kid asked me for matches, I don't know what he wants to do mysteriously?" ”

Before he finished speaking, the man had already rushed to the utility room.

Puffs of smoke came out of it. Mixed with the coughing sound of adults and children.

"Sally Mom, I want to see if I can bake potatoes at home?" Wu Congji, whose face was smoked with tears, wiped his face with the back of his dark hand, and suddenly became a big cat.

"What baked potatoes?" Wu Shan stepped forward and took his son's hand and walked to the kitchen: "Congji." There are too many flammable things in the utility room, what should I do if it catches fire? ”

With Sally here, she didn't have to join in the fun, she must have put out the fire a long time ago.

When she does things, she doesn't like others to mix or point fingers.

"Grandpa baked potatoes for me, but they are delicious." Conglang licked his lips: "I want to eat too." “

This? Wu Shan suddenly laughed.

Wu Tianming, an old man, is at home, and occasionally makes a pile of firewood. Bacon is mainly smoked in the utility room in winter.

If it's okay, stuff the potatoes and sweet potatoes in the ashes, and after they are cooked, pat off the ashes on them. Peeled off, it has a different flavor.

But it seems that this matter cannot be explained clearly to the child.

"I won't either," Wu Shan had an idea: "Why don't you go back to your hometown next time, and you let Grandpa teach you a trick?" Come home and bake it for us? “

Conglang is naturally full of promises.

Carefully wipe the hands and face of the second son. Wang Lu came over with the child's coat.

"What. Lulu? Wu Shan frowned: "Isn't the temperature in the room rising now?" ”

After Hou Degui was arrested, Chen Tao is currently acting as the general manager, because when everyone went to inspect that day, this kid looked like he didn't care what he said or did.

As for when this code will be cancelled, it is estimated that the administration must be careful.

The general manager of the heating company, from Ha Pengcheng to Hou Degui to Chen Tao, took less than half a year. The change of three CEOs is tantamount to a stain on the administration led by Fan Caizhen.

"Didn't you say going out to eat today?" Wang Lu was suddenly unhappy: "That day, Sally and I saw that a new dumpling restaurant had opened on Jiangjun Mountain Road. I've talked to you about it. ”

Yes? There's really such a thing.

"Today is the weekend, and there must be a lot of people going." Wu Shan patted his head: "Look at my memory, next time, go while there are few people." ”

The main reason is that I heard that there are no private rooms there.

It's not because of what kind of shelf, I want to accompany my family on the weekend, and it's not quiet to have a meal.

In Oulothai City, the sea of people who knew Secretary Wu went.

Nima, people are eating, and when this family passes, maybe some people are still eating in their mouths.

When he saw himself entering, his mouth, which was still chewing food, would shout vaguely, "Secretary Wu, have you come to dine in person?" ”

Sally didn't seem to be as strict with Cong Yu as Cong Yu, and came in and tapped lightly on the forehead of her second son.

Since Cong Yu was not at home, the family transferred their love for the twins to Cong Lang alone.

I don't know if this is a good thing, Wushan sometimes feels that this child is a little pampered and arrogant.

"Okay," he waved away the distracting thoughts in his heart and clapped his hands: "Today, I will show my hand and eat at home, hot pot or mutton shabu, you decide!" ”

"Dad, I want to eat hot pot!" Wu Congyang heard that after his father came home, he didn't feel at ease to do his homework, and then he suddenly appeared.

Seeing his eldest son, Wu Shan felt a little unbearable.

Some time ago, Sally discussed with herself that she wanted Cong Ying to go to college abroad.

When he was a child, he was never by his side, and although his personality was relatively tough, he was a little slimy to himself.

Although I am in my third year of high school, it is because I laid a good foundation when I was a child.

Most children are still in junior high school, but they have to leave him alone in a foreign country.

However, the matter has not yet been decided, so let's see the child's own wishes.

"Okay!" Wu Shan stopped Lulu from saying with his eyes.

The three adults in the family all know that Sally wants to send her eldest son to Germany to study, and Wang Lu must also understand a father's love for his son.

In the winter of northern Xinjiang, the yard is a natural refrigerator.

The cut beef rolls and mutton rolls are still thirty or forty catties.

As for seafood and the like, Ma Tingqiang complained that the winter of Ouluotai was too cold, and he would come here every once in a hundred years to play, and he would keep bringing food every time.

Seeing that the children like to eat seafood, there are a lot of sea cucumbers and cuttlefish, except for stewing some sea cucumbers for the children every day, the other seafood has not moved much.

There is certainly no shortage of fresh vegetables at home. On the contrary, it is more abundant.

Wang Lu and Sally are both people with a lot of compassion, every time they pass by the vegetable market, they see that the people who are still selling vegetables in the winter are pitiful. If you don't buy a ten pound or eight pound, you feel sorry for others.

In fact, the formed vegetable market is indoors, and there are heating equipment, and it is not cold.

Alas, women are so soft-hearted that they bought three refrigerators at home. The insurance is full of vegetables.

Wushan took some of each, as if the meat and vegetables had not decreased at all.

The Bashu people like to eat hot pot.

There are many provinces in the country that like to eat spicy, but the ones that eat spicy are also Bashu.

Fortunately, the family and even Sally, a pure foreigner, have now become an authentic Bashu daughter-in-law. Eating spicy stuff is no problem.

Sons like to watch their dad cook the most, maybe it's because he doesn't do it?

At this time, there were only three men in the kitchen, and the two mothers were cleaning up vegetables in the living room.

Make hot pot. The average Bashu people will fry the base by themselves.

Pour about three taels of oil in the pan. Wait for the oil to be about eight medium-cooked, pour the watercress into the pot and stir-fry.

The fragrance made the two sons watching next to him swallow saliva, Wu Conglang simply took a chair and stood on it to watch his father operate for a moment.

When the watercress is fried until it is golden brown, the dried chili, spices, and ginger are thrown in and stir-fried, and the taste is almost in, put the butter in it and stir-fry again.

Seeing the butter melting, Conglang involuntarily smashed his mouth a few times.

Wu Congxuan sensibly wiped the sweat beads from his father's forehead.

Butter gurgling and bubbling. Add an appropriate amount of water and wait for it to boil.

It's not the first time I've seen my father make hot pot. Every time the sons are loyal viewers.

As for the two mothers? They won't learn.

In Wang Lu's words: "If we all learned, wouldn't my husband be unemployed at home?" You must not do such a thing! ”

That's what they said, and that's what they did, the two women who usually cook never looked at their husbands when they were cooking hot pot.

The fat Xiong Yi is an out-and-out big foodie, and it is strange that there is no hot pot table at Wushan's house.

I don't know where he poured a table from in the middle of the empty hot pot table, the height can be adjusted, like the coal stove used at home tonight.

In another time and space, the two have a good relationship, and they were brothers in this life as children.

Such a gift, whether it is for Wushan or Xiong Yi, is not worth mentioning.

As the secretary of the prefectural party committee, Wushan is very simple not only himself but also his family in all aspects, and people don't believe it when they say it.

Sally and Wang Lu occasionally take the children out to eat, and they eat as much as they want.

Don't look at Yan Huang's clothes are his own, Wang Lu's clothes are slightly more, and Sally's clothes are simple and generous.

Looking at his wife and sons in front of him, Wu Shan was a little relieved: "Eat, the mutton is all good." ”

Every time I go back to my hometown, I see that the family is only after my grandfather understands chopsticks, and everyone starts to move, and Cong Ying and Cong Lang have long understood this rule.

"Wow, it's hot!" Conglang saw his father slowly wrapping the mutton in a chili saucer, and couldn't wait to pick up a piece of mutton and send it to his mouth.

His tongue kept bouncing over his mouth, as if to lighten the burn.

As for lamb? This kid probably didn't chew much, so he swallowed it directly, didn't you see the way he touched his heart?

"Damn, damn it!" I don't know if Wang Lu remembered Cong Yu, and looked at Cong Lang and said angrily.

Sally smiled slightly, and hurriedly handed over a glass of boiled water that had been dried a long time ago.

"Thank you, Sally, Mom!" Cong Langchong's mother made a grimace, and when she saw that Wang Lu was about to have a seizure, she hurriedly drank it in one sip.

For children's education, Wushan has always been free-range, without any hard and fast rules.

He always believes that as long as children have a number of study habits and living habits, there will be no problem in gaining a foothold in society in the future.

"Eat, you two worked hard just now to wash and pick vegetables." Ignoring the eyes of his second son asking for help, Wushan beckoned to his two wives.

"Huh?" His ears moved: "It seems that there are two people at the gate of the courtyard!" (To be continued......)