Daily life in the courtyard

Chapter 11 I Treat You As My Brother, But You Treat Me As My Grandson
Wu Yuemin, 20 years old this year, is a student at Yenching University. She is filial to her family, has excellent character and learning, and is a good girl.

This is what the old Wutou explained to Wei Pingan in a self-proclaimed and boastful way.

Wei Ping'an could only co-operate perfunctorily with "awesome, admirable" and "admiration, admiration".

In order to ask for gasoline tickets for a while, I still have to give this face.

"grandfather……"

Wu Yuemin stomped her feet angrily.

A girl like her is naturally sensitive to such an obvious sale.

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

This young man named Wei Ping'an looks pretty good, and his temperament is a bit special, that is, he is depressed, sitting there calm and stable, like an old man from the grandpa's generation.

However, Wu Yuemin is obviously a bit of a beauty control, and he doesn't resent this kind of 'sales' too much.

For her grandfather's behavior, Wu Yuemin didn't say that he had experienced many battles, but it was far more than a slap in the face.

It would be a lie to say that you are not used to it.

Wei Pingan, a workshop worker in the Red Star Steel Rolling Plant, his father was a martyr who sacrificed his life to protect national property, his mother died of a serious illness, and he never gave up alone. Although he dropped out of school, he still insisted on studying hard and was promoted two grades in half a year. Became a second-level fitter...

These were what my grandfather told her in the car before coming here.

Probably listened to some.

It's true to say that she doesn't reject her, but to the extent that she doesn't look forward to marrying, Wu Yuemin said from the bottom of her heart, she really doesn't feel much.

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

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

The key point is that Wu Yuemin already "belongs to herself".

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

Occasionally smoke a cigarette, toast to each other and drink tea, between the ups and downs, quiet and peaceful.

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

It is indeed the style of an educated youth.

Wu Yuemin lowered her head, with the ends of her hair brushing her cheeks, swaying gently in the breeze, her side face was indeed eye-catching, and Wei Pingan couldn't help but take a second look.

Old Comrade Wu pursed his lips in amusement, like an old child.

In the people's literature magazine he gave to Wu Yuemin, there was an article by Wei Pingan, which was about praise, and the writing style and language were very outstanding.

The pen name is Wei Lai, and he is a new generation who has been praised for his solid foundation in the recent literary circle.

At this time Wu Yuemin had read it twice.

I saw Wei Pingan peeking at his granddaughter again...

Old Wutou felt that this time it was finally reliable, and he could show off in front of his son and daughter-in-law when he went back.

Wei Pingan set up the pole, luckily, a large silver carp weighing about one catty.

"Hey, he's such a big guy, he's lucky tonight!"

Old Wu turned his head and looked at the lake.

Comparing fishing friends, losing is not losing.

True fishing friends, no one can ignore the miserable situation of being zero seal.

Old Wutou hasn't opened yet.

"No matter how good the ingredients are, there must be someone who can cook them. Xiao Wei, can you do it?"

How can a man say no.

What's more, Wei Ping'an has experience as a super chef certificate.

Not to mention the Chinese cuisine that I practice every day, the techniques of foreign cuisine are also absolutely authentic, and the French cuisine is even more masterful.

After all, Wei Ping'an was blessed by the system in his last life, and the skills of a three-star Michelin chef are still lying on his stomach in the sealed skills.

An old man who was displeased with poor fishing skills and didn't love children wanted to quibble.

A young man who is not familiar with respecting elders when he catches a big fish starts to describe the cooking process with his mouth.

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

The description in words easily outlines the feeling of being on the scene, and captured the grandchildren who secretly swallowed their saliva, one big and one small.

The orderly went to the car after cleaning up. Apart from Wei Pingan, the culprit of poisoning, Wu Jianguo and Wu Yuemin were the only ones present.

"Old Comrade Wu, I'd like to ask you something, is it difficult to deal with gasoline tickets?"

"What are you asking about gas tickets?"

Lao Wu was taken aback.

It was the first time a commoner asked him about unplanned supplies, and he was a little sensitive, so he immediately launched a counter-questioning mode.

"It's getting hotter and hotter, and the heat generated by the stove for cooking at home is too much, and it's adding fuel to the fire, so I'm going to..."

The theory of oil-to-gas is very simple, similar to coal-to-gas, which is to obtain combustible components such as hydrogen, carbon monoxide and lower hydrocarbons mainly methane by reducing the ratio of carbon to hydrogen in raw materials.

But explaining it to an old man is more troublesome.

The key is still a chemical blindness.

Old Wu listened for a while, feeling dizzy, and pushed his granddaughter who was pretending to read the article, but in fact her little ears were already there.

Wu Yuemin had a headache.

She also did not understand.

"Ahem, I understand that gasoline and water can be used to make a gas, which can be used to ignite and cook under the control of safety facilities..."

"What kind of facilities are safe facilities?"

Wu Yuemin became interested.

She just suddenly thought of her best friend complaining, and subconsciously asked, not expecting it to be really possible.

"Uh……"

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

The old Wutou raised his eyebrows.

He knew that Wei Ping'an had applied for the purchase of internal waste several times year after year.

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

"This is simple, drive to your house in a while, I'll give you gasoline, and you will demonstrate it live, and you will also have a meal of the spicy fish recipe you mentioned..."

Wei Pingan was speechless.

I guess the last sentence is the point.

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

The old Wutou, who was laughing and casual, gave Wei Pingan another point in his heart.

In the era of scarce living materials, few people are willing to invite friends to eat and drink at home.

Each family has its own difficulties, and rations are also limited.

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

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

"Xiao Liu, come here."

Wu Jianguo wanted to ask the servants to go home to get two rations.

"Go to the cabinet in my study and get two... a bottle of Moutai."

The orderly named Liu Jianhua drove away in a small car, and the old Wutou put his mind on the lake again.

Try not to hang zero before you leave.

This is the persistence of a senior fishing enthusiast.

While talking about it, Wei Ping'an next to him was about to set up his pole again.

The water on the surface of the lake was churning, but Wei Pingan couldn't move it.

The old man knew Wei Pingan's flying fish skills, if he didn't pull him up, he must be a big guy again.

Although he didn't see it with his own eyes, he also missed an opportunity to pay his respects to the North Sea Fish King last time.

Could it be that this is to make up for myself?
"Slow down, let it go, and walk for a while..."

Wu Jianguo felt extremely nervous, even more anxious than Wei Pingan who was walking the fish.

In fact, Wu Jianguo's foodie attribute was instantly activated at the thought of the possibility of eating a fish king feast.

The old man actually loves 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, so he just works hard to overcome it on weekdays.

When I got old and was about to retire to take care of my life, I encountered this situation.

Looking at the lake, the process of Wei Ping'an's cooking just now came to mind, and he couldn't help talking.

Even if you haven't seen the fish, you already have to relive the taste of the fish king banquet.

(End of this chapter)