Wu Yuemin, 20 years old this year, is a student at Yenching University, filial to her family, excellent in character and learning, and a good girl.

This is what the old martial artist explained to Wei Ping'an with his self-deprecation.

Wei Ping'an can only cooperate perfunctorily with "amazing, amazing", "admire, admire".

In order to ask for a gasoline ticket for a while, this bit of face still has to be given.

"Grandpa......"

Wu Yuemin stomped his feet angrily.

With such an obvious sales pitch, she is naturally sensitive to it.

It's not that you can't get married, how can you be so explicit, it's too embarrassing.

This young man named Wei Ping'an looks very good, and his temperament is a little special, that is, he is gloomy, sitting there in all directions, like an old man of his grandfather's generation.

However, Wu Yuemin is obviously a bit of a look-a-faire, and she doesn't reject this kind of 'sales' too much.

For his grandfather's behavior, Wu Yuemin does not say that he has experienced a hundred battles, but it is far more than a slap.

To say that you are not used to it is a lie.

Wei Ping'an, a workshop worker in the Red Star Rolling Mill, his father was a martyr who sacrificed to protect national property, his mother died of a serious illness, and he did not give up, although he dropped out of school, he still insisted on studying hard, and he was promoted to two levels in half a year and became a second-level fitter......

These are what her grandfather told her in the car before she came.

I guess I heard a little.

said that it was not rejected, it was true, but when it came to the extent that he was not looking forward to getting married, Wu Yuemin said from his heart, he really didn't feel anything.

The children who grew up in the dean have too many excellent peers around them, Wu Yuemin is still a top student of Yenching University, and he is the most noble intellectual of this era.

An ordinary worker, no matter how good and handsome he is, in Wu Yuemin's overall cognition, he is only mediocre and not outstanding.

The key Wu Yuemin has long been "where his heart belongs".

After a short period of embarrassing 'introduction', Lao Wutou and Wei Ping'an returned to normal.

Occasionally smoke a cigarette, raise a glass to each other and drink tea, between the rise and fall of the pole, quiet and peaceful.

Next to him, Wu Yuemin took out a magazine and buried himself in reading.

It is indeed the style of an intellectual youth.

Wu Yuemin lowered his head, the tips of his hair skimmed over his cheeks, swaying gently in the breeze, his side face was indeed a little eye-catching, and Wei Ping'an couldn't help but look at it twice.

Comrade Lao Wu pursed the corners of his mouth and stole fun, like an old child.

In the people's literature magazine he gave to Wu Yuemin, there is an article by Wei Ping'an, which is a kind of praise, and the writing and language are very outstanding.

The pen name Wei Lai is a new generation who has been praised for his solid skills in the fledgling literary circle recently.

At this time, Wu Yuemin had already read it twice.

I saw Wei Ping'an peeking at his granddaughter again......

The old martial artist felt that this time he was finally reliable, and he could show off in front of his son and daughter-in-law when he went back.

Wei Ping'an started the rod, and he was lucky, a big silver carp of about one catty.

"Hey, such a big man, he has a good mouth at night!"

The old warrior turned his head and looked at the lake.

Fishing friends compare, losers do not lose.

No one can ignore the miserable situation of being kept a clean sheet.

The old martial artist hasn't opened today.

"No matter how good the ingredients are, someone has to be able to make them, Xiao Wei, can you?"

How can a man say no?

What's more, Wei Ping'an has experience in the special chef certificate.

Not to mention the Chinese cuisine that is practiced every day, the foreign cuisine techniques are absolutely authentic, and the French cuisine is even more hand-held.

After all, Wei Ping'an had the blessing of the system in his last life, and the skills of the three-star Michelin chef were still lying on his stomach in the sealing skills.

An old man who doesn't love young because of his poor fishing skills wants to quibble.

A young man who didn't know how to respect the old when he caught a big fish began to describe the cooking process with his mouth.

As a result, Wei Ping'an was engaged in literary creation.

The immersive feeling is easily outlined with a verbal description, and two grandchildren who secretly swallow saliva are captured.

After the orderlies finished packing up, they went to the car, and in addition to Wei Ping'an, the culprit of poisoning, Wu Jianguo and Wu Yuemin were on the scene.

"Comrade Lao Wu, let me ask you something, is it difficult to get a gasoline ticket?"

"What are you asking for a gas ticket?"

Lao Wu was stunned.

The first time a citizen asked him about unplanned supplies, he was a little sensitive, and he immediately launched a counter-questioning mode.

"It's getting hotter and hotter, and cooking at home with the stove generates too much heat, which is adding fuel to the fire, so I'm going to ......"

The theory of oil-to-gas is very simple, similar to coal-to-gas, that is, by reducing the proportion of hydrocarbon in the raw material, combustible components such as hydrogen, carbon monoxide and methane-based low-level hydrocarbons are obtained.

But it is more troublesome to explain to an old man.

The key is chemical blindness.

The old martial artist listened for a while, dizzy, and pushed the granddaughter who pretended to read the article, but in fact, the little ears were already erected there.

Wu Yuemin had a headache.

She also didn't understand.

"Ahem, it is understood that gasoline and water can be made into a gas, which can be used to light a fire for cooking under the control of safety facilities......"

"What is a safe facility?"

Wu Yuemin was interested.

She just suddenly thought of what her best friend was complaining about, and subconsciously asked, not expecting that it was really possible.

"Uh......"

"What, haven't you figured out how to do it?"

The old martial artist raised his eyebrows.

He knew that Wei Ping'an had applied for the purchase of internal waste several times before and after the New Year.

"It's installed at home, but I don't know how to describe it......"

"It's simple, drive to your house in a while, I'll give you gasoline, you demonstrate on the spot, and just eat the kind of spicy fish you said......"

Wei Ping'an was speechless.

I guess the last sentence is the point.

"That's a good idea. Let's go fishing for a while. ”

The laughing and casual old martial artist added a few points to Wei Ping'an in his heart.

In the era of scarcity of living materials, a few people were willing to call friends to eat and drink at home.

It is not easy for each family to have its own, and the rations are limited.

Even if Wei Ping'an's income is enough to support himself, the total amount of food is distributed according to the capitation, and if a few more people eat, he will have to tighten his clothes and food for several days.

Wu Jianguo also understands that when he gathers with his comrades-in-arms, he always brings his own food, at most he eats a few delicious dishes from other people's houses.

"Xiao Liu, come over here."

Wu Jianguo was going to instruct the orderlies to go to their homes to get two portions of grain.

"Then go under the cabinet in my study and get two ...... A bottle of Moutai. ”

The orderly of the famous Liu Jianhua drove away in a small car, and the old martial artist put his mind on the lake again.

Strive not to hang zero before leaving.

This is the persistence of a veteran angler.

Talking about it, Wei Ping'an next to him is about to start again.

The water on the lake was churning, but Wei Ping'an couldn't pull it.

The old man knew Wei Ping'an's flying fish skills, and if he didn't drag it up, he must be a big guy again.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he missed an opportunity to see the king of fish in the North Sea last time.

Could it be that this is to compensate yourself again?

"Slow down, let it go, walk a little longer......"

Wu Jianguo felt that he was extremely nervous, more anxious than Wei Ping'an, who was walking the fish.

In fact, thinking that it was possible to eat a fish king feast, Wu Jianguo's foodie attribute was instantly activated.

The old man is actually fond of appetite, but he was born in a society where hardship and simplicity are the mainstream, and he is one of the representatives of the people, and he works hard to overcome it on weekdays.

When I was about to retire and prolong my life, I encountered this situation.

Looking at the lake, I instantly thought of Wei Ping'an's cooking process just now, and I couldn't help but speak.

Before I saw the fish, I was already going to taste the taste of the King of Fish feast.