Rebirth Seventy Splendid Years

"How do you write a love letter?"

Han Jingchuan took out a pen from his pocket again, and spread out the small notebook. He is still very interested in kissing, so the effect should be better.

"Read and study more, praise the object from the heart, be sincere in emotion, and hypocritical in language appropriately, understand?" the director taught sincerely.

Han Jingchuan frowned. Emotions must be sincere and words must be hypocritical. What does this contradictory mean?
"For example?"

He wanted to hear how the director would praise the object both sincerely and hypocritically.

Of course, this is not a problem for the director. I think he was a successful example of being able to catch the goddess back then. The goddess who didn't touch the spring water with her ten fingers is now willing to wash her hands and make soup for him.

What does this depend on?
Not even his awesome masculinity.

"For example, you have seen my wife. My wife is beautiful, but no matter how beautiful people are, they have shortcomings. The shortcomings of my wife are that the eyes are big and small, the mouth is slightly bigger, and the nose is slightly bigger. It's a bit slumped, and her face is a bit square. Of course, this doesn't affect her elegance and beauty. I have to praise my wife every day. I praise her eyes are like autumn water, eyebrows are like distant mountains, her nose is cherry lips, and her oval face is beautiful. Ma'am He was very happy when he heard it, and he was very gentle and considerate to me.”

The director is extremely proud, and a little embarrassed, when it comes to the art of controlling wives, he is second in the research institute, absolutely no one dares to be the first.

"Of course, you can't be too hypocritical. For example, Professor Zhong's wife is short and full-bodied, so you can't praise her for her slim waist. This will be counterproductive." The director used the brother's wife as an example.

Han Jingchuan wrote with a brush in his hand, memorized everything, and asked humbly when he heard the words, "Then how can we boast?"

"Isn't Madam Zhong fat, and her face is a bit big, so you have to praise her face like a silver basin, eyes like water apricots, if you are fat, don't praise willows for a thin waist, you have to praise her for being round and jade, rich and noble, understand? "

Han Jingchuan memorized them all, but because he was short of time, when he memorized the noodle like a silver basin, he accidentally wrote the noodle like a washbasin, and he didn't notice it.

"All right."

Han Jingchuan looked at the eloquent page with satisfaction, all of which were the director's love skills, he had to hurry up and write a love letter to Su Mei after he returned, maybe Su Mei would let him kiss her.

It must be very fragrant, and the effect must be better, and I can sleep an extra hour at night.

The director is also very satisfied. The child can be taught. Although this kid has poor empathy ability, he has a good learning attitude and strong learning ability. He should be able to apply what he has learned.

"Where did the camellia go?" Han Jingchuan asked about something serious.

He came here today just to pick flowers, and he couldn't return empty-handed.

Just as the director was about to say that he would give it to Professor Zhong, the door was pushed open. It was Professor Zhong, followed by two middle-aged women. Without crow's feet, it does not affect her beauty.

The other woman was shorter, fair-skinned, and slightly plump, but her face was amiable, gentle and elegant, and full of bookishness. Although the two women were dressed in ordinary clothes, their clothes were neat and their hair was not messy, and their temperament was ordinary. The aunts are quite different.

"Old Fang, I knew you were here. My sister-in-law is here to bring you afternoon tea. I'll take some light by the way." Professor Zhong said with a smile, he was stunned when he saw Han Jingchuan, and greeted with a smile, "Xiao Han is here .”

Han Jingchuan twitched the corners of his mouth, and greeted the three elders.

Mrs. Zhong knew him better. Thanks to his escort when he came back from the Northeast, Mrs. Zhong was very grateful to him and asked softly: "Xiao Han, how are you and Ms. Su doing recently? When will you have your wedding wine?"

"The college entrance examination is over."

Han Jingchuan answered in the affirmative.

"Congratulations, Lao Zhong and I must have a wedding drink." Madam Zhong laughed.

"Lao Fang and I are going too." The director's wife also said with a smile.

She is indeed the goddess who fascinated Paris back then. Even though she is not young, the elegance and beauty in her bones become more and more beautiful with the passage of time. This confidence and charm that comes from a wealth of knowledge is not superficial. appearance can give.

"I haven't eaten bread for a long time, thank you madam."

The director broke off a piece of bread and tasted it. In fact, it was very common white bread. Now the country is hard, and many ingredients can’t be bought. .

"Eat more, you haven't eaten lunch." The director's wife rolled her eyes, her eyes were distressed.

"I made fish soup, Lao Fang, you and Lao Zhong can eat with bread."

Mrs. Zhong sent fish soup. During this time, the research institute was very busy. Even the director was so busy that he didn’t come home for several days, let alone Professor Zhong. I made food and sent it here, for fear that these two old guys will collapse.

"The fish soup is good, thank you brother and sister."

The director poured a bowl of soup and drank a big mouthful. It was fresh and delicious, but the white bread lacked a little taste. His eyes couldn't help but aimed at Han Jingchuan's pocket, there was a treasure there.

"Xiao Han, bring me some of your spicy oil, and I'll tell you where there are camellias."

Han Jingchuan clutched his pockets vigilantly. He was reluctant to part with this bottle, but he also wanted camellias.

"Really, you know Professor Luo's garden. There are several camellias and plum blossoms there. There are a lot of them. You can pick them as you like."

In order to eat hot and spicy food, the director did not hesitate to betray his friends.

Han Jingchuan's eyes lit up immediately, there were so many flowers... Su Mei was happy, and when she was happy, she would let him kiss her, and he could sleep for an extra hour.

After sorting out the logical relationship, he generously took out the glass bottle, and the director took it like a treasure. As soon as he opened the bottle cap, the fragrant spicy smell came out, and Professor Zhong's eyes were shining brightly. Come over and watch helplessly, such a good chili is too greedy.

The two wives are both natives of Lucheng, and they couldn't even stand the smell of pepper, so they coughed a few times due to choking.

"Xiao Han's wife cooks, and also makes mapo tofu, spicy chicken, fish head with chopped pepper, this one has to be eaten with white flour steamed buns, I can eat at least three, but white bread is also fine, it must be strong enough."

The director kept talking without stopping, broke open some white bread, scooped up a spoonful of red chili oil, stuffed it in, and took a big bite, the director sighed contentedly, "It's beautiful! "

Professor Zhong also drew gourds in the same way, and made a white bread with oily spicy peppers. He made more spicy peppers, and there were a lot of spicy peppers on his mouth, but he ate them with relish and looked very satisfied.

"It's so fragrant!"

Professor Zhong and the director, two well-mannered and world-renowned experts, seemed to have been hungry for several days at the moment, chewing bread and drinking fish soup, sweating on their foreheads.

"Eat less, Su Mei made it for me."

Han Jingchuan felt a little distressed. He guarded the old man at home, but he failed to guard these two old men. This look is not much better than the old man.