Chapter 17 Drive ducks to the shelves

Pan Hongsheng hesitated whether to postpone the return time to Jinjiang.

Knowing Su Ya's condition, he began to become cautious, afraid that Su Ya's mood would fluctuate after seeing his father.

But seeing Su Ya looking very expectant and excited, Pan Hongsheng was in a dilemma: Obviously, she had already promised the girl, did she have to go up to her promise?

He can't do this kind of thing. From the time he put on his crotch pants and dragged his nose around the village, he already knew that he couldn't break his promise in front of the girl.

It seems that Su Ya has been planning this trip home for a long time. Her sister Su Xue finally didn't dare to toss around and packed up her things at the beginning.

"It's just two days on Saturday and Sunday. You don't need to pack so many things, do you?" Pan Hongsheng asked lazily, because he saw that Su Ya had prepared to change her underwear for several days.

Su Ya did not answer him directly, but took out a calendar card. The calendar card was clearly marked with three red forks, which ranged from Monday to Wednesday.

"May Day holiday?" Pan Hongsheng felt that his brain was suddenly short-circuited: Mother, why didn't I think of this!

It turned out that Su Ya had a plan at the beginning and had to stay at home for a few days.

Pan Hongsheng, who was suffering from a headache, called Lin Hongyi. She lived in the dormitory of the company for fear of disturbing Su Ya to rest. Lin Hongyi took a deep breath after learning of Su Ya's condition: "There should be no problem, right? It's just to see my father..."

"To be honest, now I'm really afraid of everything and worry about everything!" Pan Hongsheng's tone was very haggard: "Why did she get this damn disease? It can't be cured!"

"Don't worry..." After all, Lin Hongyi is a person who has experienced in society for a long time and is more rational and capable: "Since Su Ya has been fine for more than 20 years, it means that her illness may not be so dangerous, right? Thinking that she has also experienced some dangerous or exciting scenes over the years, hasn't she survived well? Maybe things are far from as bad as we thought.

After listening to Lin Hongyi's comfort, Pan Hongsheng finally felt that he was in a better mood. Then he only heard Lin Hongyi say on the phone, "This time, I sold a lot of gifts and helped you sell some. I know you forgot to prepare... Some of Jinjiang's old friends have not seen each other for a long time. If you don't bring back some gifts, it's all right? It looks good."

Only then did Pan Hongsheng understand why Lin Hongyi, who didn't like to go shopping, linger in major stores all day long. It turned out that she was thinking about herself! For a moment, his heart surged, and he couldn't wait to kiss Lin Hongyi fiercely.

"Will you come back for dinner tonight? I'll make you a delicious meal..." After he said this, he remembered that his cooking skills were very strange.

"Okay, okay, I'd like to see if you have grown up recently," Lin Hongyi hung up the phone with a smile.

After Pan Hongsheng put down the phone, he collapsed in place: milk, what to do for her?

Although Lin Hongyi is not a picky person, she has a broad vision. What good food hasn't she eaten? I had two brushes to cook before. It's more than enough to coax these yellow-haired girls who can only make instant noodles. It's really not enough to deal with a capable woman like Lin Hongyi who eats Jianghu rice.

He hurriedly searched the recipe from the Internet. Sweet and sour tenderloin is a decent dish made by himself, but the specific procedure is almost done, so he has to recall it with the information on the Internet.

But these data uploaders on the Internet seem to have graduated from royal culinary students. Each of them is not good. An ordinary home-cooked tofu will give you more than a dozen processes and more than 20 materials.

Pan Hongsheng was stunned by these sophisticated recipes that were comparable to the royal recipe and went straight to the Man-Han banquet. After scolding, he had to look through a recipe he bought from the old book stall.

Unexpectedly, but this book is simple and clear. There are only four or five steps to do what materials to use and how to do it at most, and there are no unnecessary chapters.

Sometimes looking for information on the Internet is like this. The more anxious you are, the more you can't grasp the key point of the information you find. It seems that two parallel lines that never intersect make people angry and anxious.

Looking at this yellow old book, Pan Hongsheng tremblingly made a steamed meatballs and sweet and sour tenderloin, washing vegetables and cutting meat with fried meat, which was so tired.

I haven't cooked by myself for a long time. I've almost forgotten my original cooking skills. If it hadn't been for this yellow recipe, he would have been really blind.

The three girls who were busy packing up went downstairs attracted by the fragrance and cheered when they saw the two fragrant dishes on the table - in fact, they had had had enough of take-out food for a long time.

Before Pan Hongsheng pounded out the third dish, the three of them had used various tools to share the food on the table. By the time Pan Hongsheng washed the potatoes, half of the dishes were gone!

"I'm talking about a few ancestors!" Pan Hongsheng was about to cry: "Can you have some quality? After all, there are still guests coming. What are you eating? Is it okay to be dignified?"

The three of them only knew how to smile, but they didn't answer - because their mouths were doing something else.

Pan Hongsheng only hated the lack of weight of what he had done and underestimated the thickness of the skin of these three people. Once these usually graceful little sisters grasp the food directly with their hands, Su Ya's face disappeared, and her face was red and excited. Looking at her posture, Pan Hongsheng was really a little worried but not easy to say.

When Lin Hongyi came back with big and small bags, the three greedy cats left the delicious food and cheered again, because Lin Hongyi also brought gifts for them.

"How's it going, chef?" Lin Hongyi leaned her arms and her enchanting back in front of the kitchen door with a little tired on her face: "Do you want to help? I think your situation is a little bad..."

Pan Hongsheng wiped the mixture of oil smoke and sweat on his face and shook his hair with a strong smile: "No problem!"

But when the other party's figure left, he had an impulse to cry: your sister, there are only one-third of the two dishes left. These three girls are so inhumane!

He had to deliberately increase the weight of the third dish, peeled a few more potatoes, and added a little more sauce, thirteen spices and garlic cloves.

However, Pan Hongsheng ignored the time it took for this dish. By the time the potato stew was served, the four women had eaten the first two dishes and began to eat melon seeds.

"It's good. It's a little better than before. At least I can eat something with soup and water." Lin Hongyi's words are like praise or a secret derogatory.

Pan Hongsheng had to come to the rice pot alone with a bowl. Before he could serve the meal, the table had been occupied by a pair of mahjong cards.

"I'm sorry, we're going to start! Hongsheng, thank you for your hard work. Go there to eat..." Lin Hongyi and several girls smiled charmingly, which made Pan Hongsheng unable to refuse.

When he returned to his room with cold rice and a large pot of potatoes, he squeezed out a few words in his mouth: "I hate mahjong!"