I saw Yang Hui sneering: "Okay, you Feng Lao Wu, are you really here to eat in the restaurant?" ”

"You can come, why can't I?"

Yang Hui snorted: "It seems that without me, you can't even eat a meal!" ”

Feng Lao Wu said disdainfully: "Without Butcher Zhang, do you really eat pigs with hair?" ”

"You?!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Ma Xiaohuan on the side hurriedly came up to play a round. She pulled Zhou Hui to sit down, Zhou Hui endured the fire in her heart, and said to Ma Xiaohuan:

"Xiao Huan, do you know, I've been with him for more than 30 years, and he has never had a smooth heart!"

Feng Lao Wu glanced at her: "How can I follow your heart, every penny of my salary will be handed over to you, and I only smoke five yuan of cigarettes, and I have to carry you on my back!" I'm a big man, I don't have a bag!? ”

Yang Hui glared, and told Ma Xiaohuan the reason for the quarrel between the two in the morning.

From time to time, laughter could be heard.

Subsequently, Yang Hui pointed to the skirt on her body and asked Ma Xiaohuan: "You comment, do you say that my skirt is autumn green or pickle green?" ”

Ma Xiaohuan looked down at the skirt on Yang Hui's body.

To be honest, she felt that Feng Lao Wu was right, this color was really no different from the color of the old jar of sauerkraut soaked in the kitchen.

Ma Xiaohuan smiled awkwardly, and then said, "Auntie, the color of this skirt ...... Not bad, it flatters your complexion. ”

Hearing this, Yang Hui's eyes lit up:

"You think it's good-looking, too? This is the costume of our senior club, we are going to the farmer's market this weekend to do condolence work, this dress I and a few sisters chose online, especially this color, that can be my suggestion ......"

The more Yang Hui spoke, the happier she became, and the anger she had just now disappeared a lot.

Ma Xiaohuan saw that she was a little angry and wanted to withdraw, so she said:

"Aunt Yang, you sit down first, I'll go in and see if the garlic sprouts ordered by Feng Bo are okay?"

Yang Hui was stunned for a moment, she looked back at Feng Lao Wu: "You ordered...... Garlic sprouts back to the pot meat? ”

In her mouth, the word "garlic sprouts" was very heavy.

Seeing his wife's expression, Feng Lao Wu snorted, and his neck was raised: "That's right, the garlic sprouts are back in the pot meat, and the two knives of fat meat are mixed with the white garlic sprouts and eat it in one bite, that's called a full mouthful!" ”

Yang Hui raised her eyebrows: "...... Feng Lao Wu, did you do it on purpose? ”

"That's right!"

"You know I can't get used to the smell of garlic sprouts!"

"I care about you so much, since I married you, not only can I not eat garlic, but I can't even eat green onions, I, Feng Lao Wu, have been aggrieved for more than 30 years! This time, I didn't care about anything and let it go! ”

"Feng Lao Wu, your true nature has finally been revealed!"

"Yes and what?!"

"I'm divorcing you!"

"Go, I'm still afraid you won't make it?"

Seeing that the two quarreled again.

At this moment, Yin Xiaoyue came out of the kitchen with the back pot meat.

"Who wants a divorce? The old husband and wife, as the saying goes, the husband does not leave the mother-in-law, and the scales do not leave the stone! ”

As she spoke, she walked over to Feng Lao Wu and his wife with a smile: "Uncle Feng and Aunt Yang, you have to be in a good mood when eating, otherwise you will be angry, and the food will not be easy to digest." ”

With that, she put the dish on the table.

Feng Lao Wu looked at it and found that what Yin Xiaoyue served was indeed a plate of back pot meat, but the side dishes of that plate of meat were not small garlic sprouts, but green peppers and salted dried vegetables.

He was about to ask something, but when he saw Yin Xiaoyue step forward, he took Yang Hui's hand:

"Feng Bo is teasing you, he ordered salted dried vegetables and back to the pot meat, saying that you like to eat this taste."

As she spoke, Yin Xiaoyue winked at Feng Lao Wu.

Feng Lao Wu, understood.

Actually, he didn't want to quarrel with his wife, it had been a lifetime, and he didn't eat those few mouthfuls of garlic sprouts or something. I quarreled with my wife just now, but I was actually in a hurry, and I just talked in a hurry.

For so many years, every time Yang Hui quarreled, she threatened with divorce.

This has become her mantra, Feng Lao Wu never takes it seriously, only the person who wears the shoes knows whether the shoes are suitable, and he knows how Yang Hui treats him.

Under Yin Xiaoyue's instigation, Feng Lao Wu said a soft word:

"That...... I was wrong, pickles back to the pot meat, specially prepared for you ......"

On this side, Yang Hui stared at the plate of pickles and returned to the pot meat, and half of her anger disappeared.

The finely shredded Erjingtiao chili pepper exudes a spicy sensation.

Dried pickled vegetables are fresh mustard greens that are dried with salt and then soaked in water. After opening, the pickles are cut into thin strips like green peppers, with a sweet taste, and fried together with the back pot meat, which can neutralize the oiliness of the fatty meat.

The aroma and taste, compared with the garlic sprouts back to the pot meat, are really up and down.

However, she still didn't completely compromise, and just listened to her continue: "Feng Lao Wu, it's true that I like to eat pickles and return to the pot meat, but this skirt is really not pickle green!" ”

Hearing this, Ma Xiaohuan on the side laughed out loud.

Seeing that Yin Xiaoyue glanced at herself, she immediately stopped talking.

For a while, all eyes were focused on Feng Lao Wu. I saw that his face was white for a while, and then red for a while, and finally he spit out two words:

“…… No. ”

As soon as everyone laughed, Yang Hui's face looked better, but she still didn't give up: "Then, what color is it?" ”

"Autumn fragrance...... Green. ”

When Feng Lao Wu said the above words, the expression between his eyebrows was quite tragic.

Seeing that her husband finally relented, Yang Hui's appetite was opened.

She pulled out her chopsticks and immediately began to eat.

Yin Xiaoyue's fried back to the pot meat is still deeply loved by Yang Hui. The fat and thin two-knife meat is fried into a perfect lamp nest, the black black bean sauce is complete, the green pepper is slightly spicy, and the pickles are slightly sweet and chewy.

This taste, since Yin Weimin, has not changed.

After a mouthful of meat, she also sandwiched a piece of meat for her husband: "Feng Lao Wu, you accept your fate, you can't turn over in this life, you can't eat the garlic sprouts back to the pot meat." ”

Feng Lao Wu stuffed the meat into his mouth hatefully: "Just eat it, who is afraid of whom!" I've been eating pickles for the rest of my life...... And that, pickle green, with you, it's pretty good. ”

The last few words, Feng Lao Wu said very quietly.

Yang Hui didn't hear it, and the people around her laughed again.

Yin Xiaoyue was temporarily idle, she looked at a few tables of guests in the store, and everyone ate very well.

As a chef, seeing customers eating their own food is the greatest affirmation of my profession.

At this time, the guests at table three stretched out their hands towards Yin Xiaoyue.

This person is the man with glasses who has been here for three days in a row.

Yin Xiaoyue smiled at him and asked him what he needed, and the man with glasses asked her politely: "You, the chef of this hotel?" ”