Traveled through time with my ex-boyfriend [Chang Tian]

【Lo mei and instant noodles】

While making noise, Fan Dalang came back.

He is fourteen years old, two years younger than Ye Fan, and slightly shorter in stature, with long eyebrows and slender eyes, and a thin figure, exuding a strong bookish air.

I don't know if it's because of the accident in his childhood, but Fan Dalang looks much calmer than his actual age, with a shallow wrinkle between his brows, which adds a bit of seriousness to his immature face.

Seeing the scene in the courtyard, Fan Dalang was taken aback for a moment, then he walked up to Grandma Fan and said softly: "Grandmother, it's cold on the ground, get up."

No matter how hateful Mrs. Fan is, she still cares about her only grandson.At this time, seeing Fan Dalang's face was cold, she closed her voice knowingly, turned around and spat at the west room, then supported by Fan Dalang, she went back to the main room sobbing.

Before entering the cave, Fan Dalang turned around and gave Sister Ye a comforting look.

Sister Ye stroked her chest and wiped away the wet stains from the corners of her eyes.

Ye Fan came out of the room and patted her on the shoulder.

Fan Dalang couldn't help being startled when he saw him, he moved his mouth, but before he could speak, he was pulled in by Mrs. Fan.

Ye Fan also entered the Westinghouse with Sister Ye.

Such a strong and capable person on weekdays could not help but shed tears at this time - after all, he was facing his natal family, so he couldn't hide the grievance in his heart.

"It was so hard to visit relatives, and you were scolded, it's my sister who is incompetent!"

Ye Fan grinned, and said carelessly: "Whoever she scolds, I won't pick it up on me, and neither should my sister--others don't know what our father did back then, but my sister knows it very well. There is no need to feel guilty at all."

After hearing what he said, Sister Ye immediately forgot to cry, and just stared at him blankly with her red and swollen eyes, "I didn't know that you could see so clearly."

"I can see more clearly." Ye Fan winked, "It's not our fault, it's that one... I'm so confused."

Sister Ye made a "puchi" sound, and laughed through her tears, "How can this stupid person look like a 16-year-old?"

Ye Fan shook his head with a grin, deliberately pretending to be silly to make her happy.

Sister Ye wiped away her tears and breathed a sigh of relief, "Come on, I'm not going to be hypocritical here anymore. If you want to eat, sister will do it."

"Naked oatmeal noodles should be thin, boiled with green onions in water. Add two goose eggs and fry them on a high heat so they won't be fishy. By the way, there are cold silver diced vegetables, poured with pepper oil - I can smell them in the shop I can see the scent." After finishing speaking, he slurred, as if he was so greedy.

"You're the only one who needs to be straightened out, okay, let's do it now." Sister Ye straightened her clothes and walked out of the cave. Although her eyes were still red, she was smiling.

It wasn't until watching her enter the kitchen that the big smile on Ye Fan's face subsided little by little.

Looking at the dilapidated tables and chairs and the thin bedding in the house, he couldn't help but sighed.

When she was a daughter at home, where did Sister Ye suffer so much?Where have you ever been wronged like this?

He took out the chilblain medicine from the basket and put it on the bed cabinet at the top of the kang, secretly thinking about what he had thought about before - how to help Sister Ye improve the recipe, at least to make her more relaxed.

"You can make lo mei, and there are instant noodles!" Fat Tuan pushed himself out from the mole and stood on the lacquered cabinet.

Ye Fan poked his little face—the place where two blushes often appeared, and said with a smile: "It's really a good idea, how did you think of it?"

Fat Tuan hugged his two little paws together, and shyly twisted, "When Fanfan thought about it, I checked it out, and the database showed that these two are the most suitable."

Ye Fan nodded, it was indeed appropriate.

Lo mei can be made ahead of time, just heat it up when you eat it.As for instant noodles, put them in an oil pan and fry them into balls. When they are sold, they can be served on the table with boiling water, which not only saves time, but also tastes delicious.If it is served with different toppings, selling noodles alone will be enough to support Sister Ye's family.

The more Ye Fan thought about it, the happier he became. He couldn't help hugging Fat Tuan and kissed him, "Thank you, sweetheart!"

As expected, the white and soft chubby lump was covered with two patches of blush, which could not be blocked by thin hands.

Ye Fan smiled happily, immediately took out a pen and paper from the wicker basket, and copied the formula on the system panel.

Fan Dalang stood outside for a while, not only heard Ye Fan comforting Sister Ye, but also heard him talking to himself that he must find a way to prevent Sister Ye from being so tired.

Fan Dalang couldn't help being shocked—is this still the Ye Fan he knew?

You know, Ye Fan has been a bastard since he was a child—yes, his evaluation of Ye Fan is so unkind—not only did he bully him because of his seniority, he didn’t listen to his grandfather, he didn’t study hard, he was angry with his wife, Spending money recklessly... In short, in Fan Dalang's eyes, Ye Fan never does good things.

What annoyed him the most was that since something happened to Fan's family, Ye Fan never went to the door of his house again, and even laughed at his family's poverty to his face.

Fan Dalang swore that he would not do anything with him again. He didn't even use the brush and ink that Sister Ye brought back, but he pretended to accept it because he was afraid that Sister Ye would be upset.

Today, when his grandmother scolded him like that, Fan Dalang thought he would make a big fuss, and he was worried that his mother would be wronged, so he hurried to the West Room.Unexpectedly, not only did Ye Fan not make trouble, but he comforted his mother instead.

Fat Tuan had already quietly told Ye Fan that there were people outside, but Ye Fan didn't care.

He didn't put down the pen until he finished writing the last word, and raised his voice: "Sneaky, is it the work of a gentleman?"

When Fan Dalang heard the words, he stepped into the threshold in a fit of anger, and hummed: "It's really ridiculous that a person who is the least 'gentleman' laughs at others for not being a 'gentleman'!"

Ye Fan picked up the paper on the table, shook it in the air, and said unhurriedly: "Where am I not a gentleman, tell me."

Fan Dalang cleared his throat, Uli Ula said a lot.

Ye Fan didn't feel guilty at all, instead he squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "Look, it's not a gentleman to talk about people's rights and wrongs at will."

When Fan Dalang heard this, his eyes widened in anger, "You, you are treacherous!"

Ye Fan raised his eyebrows at him, "Has anyone ever told you that you can't be an official if you do this?"

"How do you know?" Fan Dalang blurted out.

Haha, what an honest kid.

Ye Fan was about to laugh like crazy in his heart, and tried his best to hold it on his face, "For an official, character, knowledge, and the ability to deal with people and things are all indispensable. With your stubborn appearance, you can even be a speech officer." No."

"you--"

"You must not be popular."

"I—" Fan Dalang's face turned red, but he still couldn't refute it. He had to say that everything Ye Fan said was true.

Ye Fan blew on the paper, "Try it if you don't believe me, the elder sister will definitely be facing me."

"Towards you what?" Sister Ye just came in and put two side dishes on the kang table.

Ye Fan immediately put on a flattering face, with deep grievances, "Sister, Da Lang called me ugly, like a dog crawling..."

As he said that, he raised the lo-mei recipe in his hand to Sister Ye.

Sister Ye glared at her son without even looking at it, "What nonsense are you talking about? This is not good!"

Ye Fan giggled, and proudly waved to Fan Dalang's eyes.

Fan Dalang glanced at it and immediately took it for granted, "Isn't this ugly? It's even uglier than a dog crawling!"

"You ugly boy!" Sister Ye patted him lightly, "Your little uncle can write so many characters, it's not bad, how dare you call him ugly?"

Ye Fan stood behind Sister Ye, winking at him.

Fan Dalang was furious, and he didn't want to make his mother angry. Finally, he said "I'll serve the noodles" with a blue face, and ran into the kitchen with his head stuck.

Sister Ye wanted to follow, but was stopped by Ye Fan, "Sister, you rest, let Da Lang and I serve you for a while today!"

Looking at the young man's back, Sister Ye turned her back, and quietly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes——Sanmei was right, his little brother really got the hang of it.

that's nice!

In the kitchen, Fan Dalang was standing by the pot, venting his anger with a spoon.

Ye Fan folded his arms and leaned against the threshold, "This iron pot is your mother's dowry, if you break it, see if she doesn't feel bad."

Fan Dalang stopped immediately, and the anger on his face became even worse, "You treacherous villain!"

Ye Fan raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly, but the words he said were heavier than each sentence——

"When you step into the officialdom, the people you meet will be a thousand times, ten thousand times more treacherous than me. When you get involved, what they are fighting for is not simply the benefit of words, let alone your mother's favor, what they want is Your future, your life!"

"If you are not smart, then don't think about becoming an official, so as not to hurt your family."

Same as your dad.

Ye Fan didn't say the last sentence, but he did think so in his heart.

The eldest brother-in-law Fan Huai is not the kind of lustful person who is obsessed with ghosts. The reason why he won the "immortal dance" of the opponent is, in the final analysis, his brain is too narrow, and he is loyal.

Now that Fan Dalang has such a temperament, if he was born in a politically clear period, he might be able to become a good official, but it is not suitable for him at present.

Ye Fan walked away for a while, but Fan Dalang was still standing by the stove in a daze with his rice bowl in his hand.

Sister Ye didn't care too much, she just kept picking up vegetables for Ye Fan.

Every time Ye Fan ate a mouthful, he would say "It smells good". This is not pretending, Sister Ye is really good at cooking.

He couldn't help thinking that in the future, he would give Eldest Sister some more recipes for dishes, maybe Eldest Sister could turn around and earn back her family's former restaurant.

So, before the meal was finished, Ye Fan couldn't wait to show Sister Ye the recipe of lo-mei and instant noodles.

Sister Ye is literate, and Ye Fanduo didn’t need to say, she saw the key at a glance, “This ‘instant noodle’ is really cheap, but it needs oil to make it...it’s not a big deal, buy more offal, the shopkeeper Can be cheaper."

"It doesn't matter whether it's offal, bean curd, dried tofu, meatballs, eggs, etc., can all be made into lo mei, and it can be sold with noodle sheets after making it."

Sister Ye's eyes lit up, "What Fanzi means... If the customer orders noodles, can they add a marinated egg?"

Ye Fan smiled and nodded, "Or two pieces of dough."

"Or two or two intestines!"

The more Sister Ye thought about it, the more she felt that it was feasible, and she walked around the house excitedly, "This will save a lot of trouble. What used to be two servings of rice, now maybe five servings... No, not only, if Sell ​​noodles alone, boil hot water in a big pot, can you order as many servings as you want?"

Ye Fan grinned, with full pride in his smile—as expected of their Ye family, they really have the same mind and heart.

As for Mrs. Fan, Ye Fan has not planned to deal with her for the time being.

To put it bluntly, how many years can she live?As long as Big Sister Ye can relax and earn more money, Fan Dalang will study hard and have a future, and the two of them will be able to make it through.

Well, in these days, some bad things are inevitable, just live well, and just make up for the flaws.