Siheyuan: Rebirth of Silly Zhu, severed relations at the beginning

Yan Bugui knew that He Yuzhu could not easily agree to him.

So run straight to find rain.

He Yuzhu hurts his sister.

Normally, as long as it is not too demanding.

He Yuzhu will promise rain.

Especially now that the rain has grown.

Just look at the size.

Many people will think that Yushui is a sixteen or seventeen big girl.

Because living conditions are not so good in this day and age.

Many people are malnourished.

Height is generally a little lower.

Rain is a blessing to the spiritual spring water of He Yuzhu.

Of course!

In life, He Yuzhu has not lost rain.

There is meat to eat every day.

So even if I'm only eleven years old.

The height is almost one meter six.

It started a few years ago when Yanbu Guirubbing Rice.

He Yuzhu always had a question in his heart.

Why did the rain suddenly get close to Yan Bugui?

It's just that after that time, He Zhu was strictly defensive.

It has never been possible for Yanbu to succeed.

So He Yuzhu forgot about it.

Returned home with doubts.

Yan Bugui had already put the pork belly and wine on the table.

I also helped the rain carry the 08 bicycle to the house and put it away.

"Pillar, the rain said that he wanted to eat my bratwurst."

I saw He Yuzhu standing at the door staring at him.

Yan Bugui scratched his head.

He said a reason why he himself did not believe it.

However, He Yuzhu didn't stare at him because Yan Bugui rubbed rice.

Yan Bugui is not rubbing rice today.

He's bloody.

This pork belly looks like fresh meat that was only cut from the market today.

It is precisely because Yan Bu has put down the blood capital.

He Yuzhu felt strange.

It has always been Yan Bugui who calculates others.

How can Yan Bugui suffer a loss himself?

There are these wine meats.

Didn't he let the three mothers fry fragrantly?

"Three Masters!"

"Is there something going on with you?"

Don't ask clearly, this meat He Yuzhu does not dare to stir-fry and eat.

Everyone knows how powerful Yan Bu is.

Ordinary people really can't calculate him.

"Pillar, it's nothing."

Yan Bugui's stall hand continued.

"Your three mothers are sick, and no one cooks for me."

"The three great masters have eaten your family's meat."

"This should treat you to a meal."

"It's that the three masters can't cook, so they can't help."

Cooking is actually nothing.

He Yuzhu was originally a cook.

I have to stir-fry dozens of dishes a day.

It's really not worse than this one or two.

He Yuzhu saw that Yan Bugui did not plan to say anything in advance.

Yan Bugui can't just drive him away.

Meals always have to be made.

He Yuzhu thought about it carefully.

I don't think it matters.

If he makes excessive demands and does not accede.

Just when He Yuzhu was about to cook.

The rain suddenly came over.

Said to help my brother cook.

He Yuzhu glanced at Yan Bugui.

Just now, I saw what Yan Bugui was talking to Yushui.

It couldn't be that the two had already discussed it.

If He Yuzhu didn't want to.

The rain offered to help cook.

"Brother!"

"I like this sausage."

"I'll wash the sausage first."

All right!

Now the sausages are all under the basin.

What else can be done? Cook!

However, He Yuzhu made up his mind.

After Yan Bugui leaves, you must ask the reason.

Although Yan Bugui brought a pound of pork belly.

And a sausage.

According to Yan Bugui's habits.

This is only enough for him to eat alone.

Finally, two bowls of rice are served.

He Yuzhu had to stir-fry two more dishes.

A fish-scented eggplant.

A shredded fish-flavored meat.

Yan Bugui knew that He Yuzhu was now the second stove.

So I am very sure of He Yuzhu's cooking skills.

You must know that the average person goes to eat in a big restaurant.

It is also fried in two stoves.

Now come to He's house to rub rice.

It is indirectly equivalent to going to the hotel to rub a meal.

But what he didn't know was.

He Yuzhu was already a master a few years ago.

Otherwise, he wouldn't know Boss Liu, Lou Bancheng.

Such a big man.

Now ordinary people make five red envelopes for the banquet. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Good craftsmanship.

Or the generous.

Some will give eight pieces.

There are also ten pieces.

But you can't ask for it.

He Yuzhu is different.

Once, Boss Liu directly gave twenty yuan.

And He Yuzhu also went to the table to eat.

Four dishes were quickly served.

And some leftovers.

He Yuzhu steamed a few more white-faced steamed buns.

Drink slowly first.

It's almost time to drink the wine.

The steamed buns are also cooked.

Yan Bugui did not grab meat with chopsticks for the first time this time.

Also not sitting.

Instead, stand at the table.

Rubbing hands back and forth.

He Yuzhu knew that this was Yan Bugui and had something to say!

But He Yuzhu ignored him either.

Pretend not to know anything and say:

"The three masters eat the dishes first."

"You brought all the wine and food today."

"If you move slower, you won't be able to eat back."

After hearing this, Yan Bugui scratched his head embarrassedly and said:

"Zhuzi, isn't that three mothers sick?"

"He can't cook."

"I want to pack some food for your three mothers."

There is a saying.

Yan Bugui and the three mothers are calculating.

But the relationship between the two is still good.

At the very least, there is no calculation in terms of feelings.

Yan Bugui wants to send food back with the three mothers.

Of course, He Yuzhu had to agree.

Rain found a big bowl.

Pack all the leftovers.

A little sandwiched for every dish.

Yan Bugui looked at the joy in his heart.

He calculated in his heart.

Such a big bowl.

The three mothers must not finish eating.

Add a little water to cook the rest tomorrow.

Breakfast was enough.

He felt the value of today's meat and hops.

The rain moves quickly.

A few minutes later, he bounced back.

Yan Bugui took out a bag of peanut rice from his pocket.

Screw the cap of the wine bottle 010 open.

Learn Liu Tingting's look.

One bottle of two pot heads.

He and He Yuzhu's family were half divided.

He Yuzhu looked at the peanut rice that Yan Bugui took out.

At a glance, you can see that this peanut rice is also freshly fried.

Yan Bugui today this luxury law.

I wonder if there will be heartache tomorrow?

Come to think of it.

He Yuzhu deliberately joked about Yan Bugui:

"Three Masters."

"You're coming to my house for the New Year today, right?"

"Or do you have some terminal illness?"

Yan Bugui "bah".

Almost stuffed a mouthful of meat back into the pot.

Bah it out.

Yan Bugui swallowed the back pot of meat before slowly speaking.

According to him, it is.

It is useless to calculate what is not calculated.

Saving money is better than saving something in the stomach.

Also say what accidents, what helplessness and so on.

Anyway, He Yuzhu listened to the clouds in the fog.

In the end, I didn't figure it out.

What exactly is Yan Bugui trying to express.

Instead, the rain reminded He Yuzhu to sort out the clues.

It turned out that the three mothers were sick.

I found several doctors and did not look good.

It also cost a lot of money.

So Yan Bugui said that calculation is useless.

How can people count.

It is also not enough to be regarded as birth, old age, illness and death.

What's the use of saving that much money?

The man said no, it's gone.

Today he came with meat wine.

A small part of the reason for this is this thinking.

But there is a more important reason.