The jeep stopped at the mouth of the alley, and when Wu Jianguo's grandfather and grandson followed Wei Ping'an to the courtyard house, the retro table clock on the chest of drawers showed that it was already twelve o'clock.

Could have been back an hour ago.

It happened that the old martial arts came to run, and the fish bit the hook one after another.

Maybe the fish from the North Sea have also reached the time for lunch.

The old martial artist was depressed for a morning, and the rise of fishing dragged on for another hour and a half before the fun ended.

Push the door in.

The first thing the old martial artist saw was the large desk under the windowsill on the left.

Then I was shocked by the shelves and books that filled the room and walls.

Wei Ping'an's image was instantly plumped up by his brain.

A young man who lost his parents, dropped out of school and walked into the factory floor, is still studying silently and persevering, what a precious spiritual quality.

Wu Yuemin was attracted by the decoration style of the house.

Young people are more "advanced" in their ideas, not to mention the beauty in Yenching University.

That represents the most cutting-edge intellectuals in the country at present.

In Wu Yuemin's eyes, this house is particularly neat, novel, logical and pleasing to the eye.

An ordinary room, but the prism clearly divides the sleeping area, the dining area, and the office reading area.

The overall style exudes a bookish atmosphere.

Maybe in terms of quantity, Wei Ping'an, a worker, does not have as many books as his neighbors, after all, people have the conditions, and they have accumulated more than ten years.

But in terms of bookshelf layout and design collocation, this room is obviously much higher than the study of my girlfriend's house.

The feeling of about 108,000 miles.

Wu Yuemin subconsciously thought of a word: there are people outside the world, and there are heavens outside the sky.

"Who's dressed up here? That's good. ”

Wu Yuemin took the initiative to ask Wei Ping'an for the first time in half a day.

"I made it myself years ago."

Wu Yuemin glanced at Wei Ping'an, who was busy in the kitchen, and once again refreshed his cognition of the ordinary workers in this rolling mill.

"This is ......"

Wu Yuemin craned her neck to look up, wanting to see what the bed looked like on the steps, and when she turned around, she saw that there was another door in the northeast corner.

The little girl is used to being wild on weekdays, so she directly pushes the door in to visit.

A cement pool with ceramic tiles (a little girl I have never seen can only think so), with towels hanging on the wall next to it, and porcelain jars and toothbrushes and toothpaste underneath.

Facing the pool in the middle is a square mirror, very clean, reflecting a girl with a surprised and surprised expression on her face.

There is also a door on the left-hand side, push the door in......

In the middle of the night, Wu Yuemin walked out of it with a hot face.

She seems to have seen a bath and a toilet when she went to a foreign embassy with her classmates, but the toilet is made of different materials.

Only then did I remember that the one outside the door was not called a cement pool with ceramic tiles.

It felt good, so I tried to use it.

It took a second half of the day to react.

The first time I went to someone else's house, I did something particularly out of the ordinary.

And this steel toilet is likely to be built by Wei Ping'an.

His buttocks, which seemed to have touched Wei Ping'an's hand, indirectly.

Shame blush.

When I ran out, I saw that there was no one in the house.

The next second, I heard an exclamation coming from the door.

It's grandpa's voice.

The location is in the kitchen.

Wu Yuemin also hurriedly ran over to look.

I saw Wei Ping'an standing in front of an iron-welded shelf, there was a rectangular thing in the middle of the shelf, and a large aluminum pot was placed on one side, the kind of steamed steamed buns, with flames bubbling underneath.

There were also flames coming out on the other side, and Wei Ping'an was holding the handle of the iron pot with one hand at this time, skillfully flipping the spoon.

It's like a chef with a very dashing background.

In the next second, Wu Yuemin realized that he smelled an extremely tempting fragrance.

How much oil do you have to put in this......

The children in the compound did not grow up with a golden key, they also knew whole grains and could do laundry and cooking.

A military family like Wu Jianguo will not spoil children.

Even if the family conditions are superior to most people's, a certain amount of hardship and simplicity are advocated.

Putting so much oil in stir-frying, Wu Yuemin said that he had never experienced it.

I can't help but look forward to the next meal.

Inside, Wei Ping'an answered the old martial man's thousand whys while cooking.

“…… So I designed an ignition valve and used a knob to solve the ignition problem, which uses the ignition magnetic needle......"

"Is it dangerous if you make a mistake or forget it?"

"I thought of this problem when I first designed it, and I got it this ......"

"Huh? Although I still don't understand what you're talking about, I feel like your brain is a treasure and a treasure of our country......"

“…… I named it the sensor needle, which is to use the electromagnetic circuit to prevent the gas valve from closing after the fire is ignited, and it can also break the circuit after the flame is turned off, and automatically close the gas leakage......"

This time, it was specially explained to Wu Yuemin, who aroused curiosity.

The old man quietly went to the back room, found an ancient book from the shelf, sat down at the desk and read it.

The chair is upholstered, has a backrest, and seems to be an inconspicuous small place, but it reveals all kinds of ingenuity.

The old martial artist is simply too satisfied with this grandson-in-law.

There was laughter and laughter in the kitchen from time to time, and the smell wafted out.

"When these two are really done in the future, I will change the law and ask Wei Xiaozi to make me something to eat."

Wu Jianguo swallowed his saliva and muttered fiercely.

He didn't know that many people in the courtyard couldn't help but complain.

In the era of lack of food and clothing, the temptation of this kind of fragrant rice is simply not fatal.

"This damn little chop, I don't know how to honor the old man if I eat delicious food......"

Jia Zhang cursed as always, unaware that she had already swayed on the verge of death many times.

The spicy fish adopts the younger brother of the king of fish.

The half-human-tall king of fish somehow grows, already has dragon whiskers, and his tail is like a peacock spreading its wings, which is very dreamy and beautiful.

Although they grew up in the materialist era, the three of them decided to let it go.

After all, it's an old man, and he is more superstitious about this, and Wei Ping'an ...... Well, it's not normal.

Although this fish is not as good as the king of fish, only half of it is used in a full pot.

Wei Ping'an used enough ingredients for cooking, and the method was not the same as the traditional method, and he also put the butter hot pot base block exchanged for points.

In this era of lack of taste, it is simply a big killer.

Spicy fish, scrambled eggs with chili, vinegared cabbage, sour and hot shredded potatoes, as well as white flour steamed buns and sweet potato porridge with a paste that can almost stand on the stick of chopsticks.

Wu Jianguo and Wu Yuemin sat at the dining table, looking at the food a little stunned.

This...... More abundant than the New Year.

Lao Wutou brought 3 catties of stick noodles, which is the standard for three people to eat together, and I thought it was to treat Xiao Wei well.

Now it seems, there is some shame.

Fortunately, on the spur of the moment, the orderly brought a bottle of Moutai, which had a special meaning of good wine before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and there was one bottle less than one bottle to drink.

"Xiao Wei, let you taste the good wine I brought today, this is the ...... we fought back then."

"Hehe, Comrade Lao Wu, as the saying goes, the guest is as he pleases. Your wine is just a casual gift for the first time, let's drink my wine......"

Wei Ping'an rubbed his hands and smiled shyly.

There are only a few hundred bottles of this batch of wine, and they are still in the hands of that group of bigwigs.

To put it bluntly, at the banquet of the founding of the People's Republic of China, this wine was placed on the tables of several big leaders.

In addition to the Moutai craft, there is also a special significance in a special period.

Twenty years can be regarded as an old wine.

Wei Ping'an is lacking "heirlooms", this wine, high and low, has to be cut off once.

Old man Wu raised his eyebrows.

"Such a good meal, if you don't drink well, you will be blind."

"Look at what you always said, although my wine has no special significance, it is also a good wine made by authentic ancient methods."

As he spoke, Wei Ping'an ran up the steps and took out a rectangular wooden box in the large wardrobe in the northwest corner.

About the size of an ammo box.

"Shout, there's something there."

The old wine is hidden in the cave of Moutai Town, and the clay altar is loaded, and the gap is filled with wine lees, and the people who look at the appearance are absolutely bluffed.

Points mall 6 points exchange, spell Xi Xi Xi with the same configuration.

Although the vintage is almost meaningless, whether it is the brewing materials, production process or packaging design, it is not comparable to the wine of this era.

The old martial artist looked at the clay altar in front of him and was a little stunned.

If he is born in the next life, he will be able to deeply awaken to the outdated famous saying: If you can't pretend to be forced, you will be slapped in the face.

Although I can't say it, I understand the meaning very thoroughly.

For this reason, Lao Wutou also drank no less wine.

"Can this thing still make foreign exchange?"

After three points of drunkenness, Wei Ping'an's mouth was also bald a lot, but Wu Yuemin, who was not drunk next to him, heard a sensitive word:

Foreign exchange.