Celestial Master Cultivation Diary

Chapter 243 242. Go home
Sending Yueyue to the previous pet store for foster care for a while, Li Zhe and the two plunged into the crowds of the Spring Festival travel season with their bags on their backs.

Jinghua and the others stood on the platform to see each other off, and originally wanted to come to the adults for some food during the Chinese New Year, but the two adults ran away.

Niu Liang stomped his feet angrily, regretting not asking them to buy some New Year's goods in advance.

Although it is not a new year, it loves to eat. The two of them ran away, which is equivalent to closing its exclusive canteen directly.

……

The high-speed rail speeds up and down, and it is another year.

Young couples are next to each other, each with an earphone, and judge the distance from home by the time on the ticket and the mobile phone.

I don't know why, in the past when going home during the Chinese New Year, Li Zhe always put on a pair of earphones, a playlist, set an alarm clock, and fell asleep all the way.

I can't sleep a little today.

Squeezing the small hand in the palm of his hand, he glanced at the pretty face beside him sleeping soundly, feeling inexplicably nervous.

Although it is true that he is bringing his girlfriend home, he always has the feeling of bringing his girlfriend home.

He couldn't help but count his age.

Although he still feels that he is still young and young, all the signs in his life are telling him that he has grown up, he has grown up.

The next time I feel this way again, maybe it's time to grow old.

Looking back at that time, life may be like a snap of the fingers.

……

Lin Youyou didn't set the alarm clock, so she fell into such a comfortable sleep. When she got off the car, she walked a little softly, holding Li Zhe's arms with both hands, still looking like she didn't get enough sleep.

"Let's go and buy some fruit."

"What fruit would you like to eat?"

"Whatever, cherries or something, or winter dates and oranges, it's easier and more convenient to eat."

The fruits during the Chinese New Year are not only for the family, but also for the relatives who come to visit. Put a few big apples there, and no one is willing to eat them.

Not to mention the trouble, it mainly affects the image when it is eaten up, and it also takes up the stomach.

Smaller, tastier ones are more favored, preferably ones that can be eaten one at a time, and they look good on display.

The two of them wandered around the fruit shop near their home. By the way, they used up the nationwide voucher that was given out every month. They bought some dates and cherries, and at the recommendation of the clerk, they picked up two boxes of sweets. Tangelo.

It is said to be a hybrid of oranges and grapefruits. It is not big, like an orange, but its taste is between oranges and grapefruits.

After paying the bill, the two went upstairs with big bags and small bags. It happened that Han Mei came out to throw out the trash and took the two of them home together.

"Auntie, here are some fruits for you."

"Oh, you're so polite...Look at him, how sensible, you'll come back empty-handed every year. You just have a mouth, right?"

"...I bought this with Xiaoyou, okay?"

"Come, come, sit, Auntie will pour you a cup of tea." Ignoring what the son said, the breakfast bishop waved and called the little girl to sit down.

"No, auntie, I have to go home and pack my luggage later."

Li Zhe was on the sidelines: "Yes, yes, let's go first, Auntie."

"you come back!"

"Why?" After being yelled at by her, Li Zhe shook a box of sweet orange pomelo in his hand: "I still want to send fruit to my mother-in-law."

"..."

"..."

The two women who passed the baton in his life fell silent together, neither knowing what to say.

Young Master Li didn't blush, and dragged Lin Youyou to the opposite door, leaving Han Mei alone in the living room.

Lin Hongxia looked at the two people coming to the door with large and small bags, and smiled kindly: "Xiao Li, do you want to stay for lunch?"

"No, auntie, my mother is burning. I'll come over to have dinner some other day."

"Okay, remember to come and have a seat after lunch."

"okay."

Putting down the fruit, Li Zhe helped Lin Youyou carry the suitcase back to the bedroom, patted his buttocks and was ready to leave, leaving Xiao Nizi staring at him alone——

This dog man, playing hooligans in broad daylight, doesn't even know how to close the door.

……

When he got home, Li Lei was holding a sweet orange and looking at him meaningfully.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Why is your orange peel so thick?"

"This is grapefruit. Didn't you see the big characters written on the carton? Sweet orange pomelo."

Holding the orange peeler, he randomly swiped twice, Li Zhe broke off half and handed it over, and stuffed the other half into his mouth.

The entrance is very sweet, the acidity is very low, and the juice bursts very satisfying.

The clerk is not deceiving me, this thing is really good to eat.

Li Lei sat aside, watched him peeling silently, and asked for a long while, "You brought new year's goods when you came back?"

"Yeah, did you buy it?"

"Not yet, I was going to buy it tonight."

"Then you just look at it and buy it. Don't buy it against me. I buy a lot of things here."

Li Lei stared at his son for a long time, then suddenly scolded him with a joke in his native dialect, saying that he acted so solemnly that it seemed like a joke.

"Oh yeah, and I bought you this—"

After rummaging through his luggage, Li Zhe took out a humidifier: "Use this when you turn on the air conditioner, and the room won't be too dry, but don't leave it on all the time, or it will be too humid...Mom! I'll give it to you Wearing a mask, would you like to take a look?"

Han Mei came from the kitchen after hearing the news, her face beaming with joy.

Looking at the talking and laughing mother and son, and seeing the brat carrying things out like he did when he came home back then, Li Lei was eating oranges, revealing a hint of relief and a hint of complexity.

Um?This pomelo is quite sweet.

The little brat spends a lot of money. If he goes downstairs, he will definitely buy two big apples.

……

Opposite the door, Lin Youyou briefly packed her luggage, then followed her mother into the kitchen.

The Chinese New Year is coming soon, and although it is not yet thirty, Lin Hongxia has already taken the lead in arranging the fish, and is swimming in the water basin alive and kicking.

Seeing her daughter taking off her jacket and pulling up her sleeves, Lin Hongxia was just about to tell her to come, when she saw Lin Youyou raised the knife and slapped the stupid fish twice, fainting.

Then the scales were scraped, the gills were picked, and after a while of washing, the belly was disemboweled again...

The operation was as fierce as a tiger, and she was taken aback for a while.

"You...are you not afraid now?"

"Don't be afraid."

Lin Youyou picked the internal organs of the fish, and rinsed it with clean water with a calm face: "Brother Li loves fish, and if he asks the owner of the vegetable market to handle it every time, he will have to pay extra money for the manual fee."

Lin Hongxia blinked subtly, then laughed lightly: "So you did it yourself?"

"It's not too difficult."

"That's true."

"Mom, what kind of fish do you want?"

"How do you usually burn it?"

"Us, we usually just..." Lin Youyou thought for a while, then brushed her temple hair and said, "We usually braise in soy sauce, steam it occasionally, or make fish with pickled cabbage."

"You still cook pickled fish?"

"correct."

Chef You wiped his hands on his apron casually, which seemed to be an academic exchange: "Mom, let me tell you, when you marinated fish, you should add some egg whites, you know? That way the fish will be more tender Then you keep saying that it will smell fishy when you burn it, next time you try to wash it with some beer to wash off the sticky stuff, and the fishy smell will be much lighter.”

Lin Hongxia was in high spirits: "Are you teaching me?"

Xiao Nizi's face turned red, she faltered, and said weakly: "This is still the way of a hotel chef."

Although Lin Hongxia has been cooking for decades, and she is the leader in her kitchen, after all, she is also a wild person, and many of the recipes are learned from her grandmother, and the rest are slowly groping by herself, not systematically. , many places cannot be deduced.

Young people learn to cook. In addition to recipes, there are also online video teachings of various top chefs.

Although most people are full of compulsion, all kinds of mysterious things, and don't teach dry things very much, there are still a few conscientious chefs who are willing to programmatically dismantle the industry secrets that have been passed down from master to apprentice for thousands of years Come out and teach.

Traffic sometimes comes very simply, and a sincere person will definitely be loved by others.

"It's really different after going out for a while... Your father is right, no matter boys or girls, you should be allowed to go out more."

After scraping her daughter's face, Lin Hongxia set up a pan to heat up the oil: "Boil it in red, I will buy a black fish in two days, and then I will let you show off."

"Then I'll chop the vegetables for you."

"Hmm... your knife skills have improved again."

"..."

A mother and daughter chatted happily while busy, while the father and son opposite each other were speechless.

One eats oranges, the other eats melon seeds, but they don't make a sound anyway.

In the past, when Li Zhe came back, he didn't even bring a few clothes in his suitcase, as if he had wandered outside for a year, without leaving anything behind.

After I came back, I didn't like to talk. Except for eating and going to the bathroom, I was usually locked in the room by myself, and I didn't know what kind of plane I was doing all day long.

This year is different, the big and small bags are like a nouveau riche, and I even help them prepare all the necessities for the New Year.

Although he refused to admit it stubbornly, Li Lei was very sure in his heart that these must be Lin Youyou's idea.

Only that girl can be so delicate.

If this kid can suddenly become sensible, then the old sow in the family can climb a tree.

"Come and serve the food!"

A shout came from the kitchen, breaking the calm between the father and son.

"Come on."

Li Zhe strode forward to help, the old man leaned on the back of the chair like an old man, thinking about whether he should drink some wine today.

It's cold, and his desire to drink has dropped sharply. Coupled with the fact that he is not good at drinking, his desire is even lower.

But after all, the stinky boy came back today, and he always felt a little dry when he just ate.

Putting down the dishes, Li Zhe followed his gaze and looked: "Would you like a bottle of wine?"

"Open it."

"Put it down, don't you still have to drive to buy new year's goods? Don't drive while drinking, and don't drink while driving."

After adjusting the position of the dishes a little, Li Zhe went back to the kitchen and continued serving the dishes: "By the way, Mom, did you say you wanted to try sake? I brought you a bottle."

"Where?"

"It's in the bag, I'll take it out for you later."

"Okay." Holding a big pot of soup, Han Mei wiped her hands: "I also bought a big bottle of rice wine, do you want to try it? People in the vegetable market make it themselves, and it's quite delicious, a bit sweet."

Li Zhe glanced twice: "Why does it feel a bit muddy?"

A large bottle of rice wine looked cloudy, and she said that it was brewed by the farm itself, which immediately lowered the impression a little.

I always feel a little unclean...

Li Lei cleared his throat, and suddenly sat upright: "Hunk? Mo Xiao Farm's Lajiu is muddy, and there are enough chickens and pigs to keep customers in good years."

After the words fell, he stared at Li Zhe without saying a word.

"..."

Li Zhe also remained silent.

"What's down here?"

"do not know."

Li Lei, a cultural man, sighed: "There is no way out when there are many mountains and rivers, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers. Fortunately, you are still a writer, and you only have this little ink in your stomach. You might as well be your trader honestly."

After leaving the campus, Li Zhe, who had already embarked on a decline in knowledge reserves, pushed the wine glass: "It's amazing, so, do you want to drink?"

"Don't drink."

Old Li shrank his head, not wanting to talk to this uneducated alcoholic mother and son.

"Son, do you often socialize outside now?...It's not right, what are you doing now, you don't need to go out to socialize, do you?"

"No pay."

"Then why does it feel like you're drinking more now than before?"

Han Mei muttered twice, not to mention whether he can drink well or not, as a mother, she naturally knows what her son is like, from not drinking at all to slowly accepting it, even last year, he didn't touch alcohol much.

During festivals and festivals, I would always say no first. If I really couldn't say no, or when I was in the mood, I would only take a few symbolic sips.

It's different now, obviously there is no taboo towards wine.

Buying openly, chatting openly, drinking openly, seems to liberate the nature.

"Anyway, I don't drink too much, I won't get drunk, and I won't hurt my body, so just drink whatever you want. Drinking is not as cold as drinking."

In the winter, drinking fruit juice always feels cool and cold. After a glass of wine, your legs and feet will shake, but drinking some wine can actually warm you up.

After Li Zhe finished speaking, he looked at his father twice: "Really? Dad."

"..."

Old Li, who blushed after half a glass and poured a bottle of wine, shrunk his head even tighter, and ate food in silence.

After the meal, Li Zhe took the initiative to take on the housework and began to roll up his sleeves to wash the pots and dishes.

Han Mei ate the fruit bought by her son, sitting on the sofa with the feeling of being in peace.

"After raising this child for so many years, it's finally grown."

Hearing this, Li Lei squinted into the kitchen again, and said in a low voice, "Do you think it's a bit strange?"

"What's wrong?"

Li Lei clicked his tongue twice, frowned and shook his head slightly. Ever since this kid entered the house, he had an indescribable feeling.

I can't say whether it is good or bad, but there is something awkward that I can't tell.

After racking his brains for a long time, he finally came up with an appropriate word - strange.

It's too strange, is this still Li Lei's son?
In the past six months, I haven't met a few times in total, and each time is more strange.

Seeing his posture, Han Mei couldn't help curling her lips: "Why? You don't think it's strange if someone comes back to play computer games in silence, right?"

"Then I do feel more comfortable."

"I think you are sick!"

After glaring at him, Han Mei said angrily, "If you have nothing to do, go wash the dishes with your son, and you'll be annoyed just watching."

　Seems like a lot of fun tonight...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)