Siheyuan: promoted to director, sub-district office to send wife
Chapter 164 Corrupting 3 Uncles and 2 Potted Flowers
"I took four big fish heads, the cook is nice, he really kept the fish heads for me."
Yan Bugui pointed to the four big fish heads hanging under the eaves of his house, which were almost frozen.
"Whenever you get hungry, take one down, buy a piece of tofu and stew it in, and the fish head tofu is ready!"
As long as the Yan family serves meat, tofu is basically the main character.
It's cheap, tastes good, and it's easy to eat without trouble.
"Third Master, people say that once you are bitten by a snake, you are afraid of well ropes for ten years. I think you are quite courageous. You were stolen by a stick once, and you don't have a long memory."
Seeing the sticks entering the yard after school, He Yuzhu reminded him.
Seeing Pirate Saint, Yan Bugui's face changed drastically.
Depend on!
He forgot about this ancestor, no, he had to take the things away.
Stepping on his feet to remove the four fish heads, Yan Bugui patted his chest with lingering fear, "Why did I forget this crop, I can't put it in the yard to freeze.
I took it back and salted it and kept it at home.
Zhuzi, go home and rest, I have to work on my fish head. "
Not in the mood to argue with He Yuzhu anymore, Yan Bugui put all his thoughts on Yutou.
"Third Master, I still have something to say."
After parking the car, He Yuzhu walked to the steps of Yan's house and looked at it slowly.
Finally, the sight is fixed on the two pots of tall plants. The big leaves are really rare.
Too bad he doesn't know what it's called.
"What's the matter, tell me."
Yan Bugui glanced at it casually. This potted flower was conspicuous in the first place, and many neighbors would touch it when they walked from here.
So He Yuzhu's behavior is not special, the third master just thinks that he likes it.
"I have my eyes on these two pots, please give them to me, Third Master.
If I hadn't hosted the banquet, you wouldn't have had the chance to meet so many customers.
They are all old residents of Forty-Nine City, and they have a lot of relatives and friends at home.Once spread to ten, ten to hundreds, your business will become popular. "
He Yuzhu gave him a big meal, and talked about the third master in a daze.
"Third Master, since you don't refute, I really took it away? Don't ask me for it later."
Before waiting for an answer, He Yuzhu put a pot into his bicycle basket.
Holding the remaining pot in his arms, he controlled the handlebar with one hand.
"Let's go, thank you, Third Master, for sending flowers."
He Yuzhu pushed the bicycle and walked away. The two flower pots did not affect his speed at all, and soon disappeared in the eyes of the third master.
Yan family.
The third mother was preparing to make dinner when she looked up and saw the old man walking in with complicated expressions and heavy steps.
Holding two fish heads in one hand, his brows were frowned.
"Old Yan, what's the matter with you? You are frowning, our family eats meatballs at night, not shredded pickles."
I usually eat shredded pickles every day, and I have never seen the old man show such an expression.
"Hey, Zhuzi, He Yuzhu took my flowers away, two pots, two pots away."
Yan Bugui stretched out two fingers and emphasized.
Every pot is his lifeblood, and He Yuzhu took his lifeblood away just now.
Yan Jiecheng didn't take it seriously, "Dad, let's forget about two pots of flowers. After all, he introduced you to a job, and this is considered as a thank you fee."
The sons and daughters of the third master are not interested in flowers and plants, and they are not willing to let him grow flowers.
Besides, since the father and He Yuzhu became friends, the food at home has become more and more difficult, so what face is there to care about two potted flowers with He Yuzhu.
"You son of a bitch, what do you know! It's fine if I send it willingly, he didn't wait for me to open my mouth to agree."
Yan Bugui sat at the top and asked everyone to sit down and prepare to share the oranges.
This is the unwritten rule of their Yan family, as long as there are good things, Yan Pugui will distribute them.
What is important is fairness and justice, no more, no less.
If you can follow the individual, you can follow the individual, and if you can discuss the individual, you can discuss the individual.
Only for those who cannot be divided accurately, Yan Bugui will distribute them through some abnormal means.
For example, take a knife and chop it up, one spoonful per person.
Take a ruler to measure it, it's not bad.
The school teacher gave Yan Bugui an apple before, but after returning home, the children were not happy because they were cut into different sizes.
Yan Bugui came up with a way to put the apples in a garlic mortar, mash them into apple juice, and give each person a sip.
Because of this weird operation, Yu Li almost packed her bags and went back to her natal home, feeling extremely speechless towards her father-in-law.
Afterwards, it was natural for Yan Bugui to take advantage of himself and drank all the apple juice.
After picking apart the two oranges, Yan Bugui began to distribute them in the order of his son and daughter.
One petal for the son, one petal for the daughter-in-law, one petal for the daughter, and the wheels go down one by one.
A few adults split two oranges equally. If the scene was seen by outsiders, it would be too funny.
At the end of the distribution, Yan Bugui still had two orange petals left in his hand.
"There are two left, what's the matter?"
"What's wrong? Hmph, thanks to the fact that you're still a teacher."
The third mother said sarcastically that she didn't even have a fart.
Yu Li was careful, and immediately noticed the abnormality of her mother-in-law, "Dad, you and Mom each have a petal, and taste it."
"Oh, here, I'll give you all, I don't like sour oranges."
Yan Bugui, who came to his senses, handed over the oranges, feeling that his daughter-in-law was a bit hypocritical.
It's just an orange segment, so what?
"Dad, the oranges are not sour, they are very sweet."
Yan Jiefang pouted and said to his father.
"Then I don't like to eat either."
Unable to stand their chatter, Yan Bugui fetched water with a rag, and went out to clean his bicycle.
"He Yuzhu, where did you get the flowerpot? It looks familiar to me? Is it Yan Pugui's?"
Jia Zhang squinted her eyes, stood beside the pressurized well, and couldn't help asking.
She has nothing to do recently and is always willing to squat in the courtyard.
Anyone who passed by the middle courtyard at the end of get off work would be stopped by her to ask a few questions.
"Jia Zhang, don't you feel ashamed that Qin Jingru lives in your house and makes broken shoes?
If I were you, I wouldn't even dare to come out of the house. "
He Yuzhu remained expressionless and continued to push the car towards home.
"Tch, I must have stolen the flowers while Lao Yan was away."
Mrs. Jia ran to the Chuihua Gate to look at Yan's house, and happened to see Yan Bugui squatting on the ground cleaning the car.
"Old Yan, you are missing two pots of flowers!"
"En." Yan Bugui was very calm, without raising his head, and continued to wipe his pedals.
Every day when commuting to and from get off work, the shoes will be re-stained when they step on the pedals. Jia Zhang doesn't understand why he is so obsessed with cleaning the car.
"I saw the two pots of flowers. Just now He Yuzhu came back with the flower pots in his arms. If you go after them now, you can still get them back."
Upon hearing this, Jia Zhang's eyes widened, and he suggested to Yan Bugui.
"Catch it back? Why did you come back? I gave him the two potted flowers."
Yan Bugui let out a cold snort, buried his head and continued to wipe the wheels of the car.
Yan Bugui pointed to the four big fish heads hanging under the eaves of his house, which were almost frozen.
"Whenever you get hungry, take one down, buy a piece of tofu and stew it in, and the fish head tofu is ready!"
As long as the Yan family serves meat, tofu is basically the main character.
It's cheap, tastes good, and it's easy to eat without trouble.
"Third Master, people say that once you are bitten by a snake, you are afraid of well ropes for ten years. I think you are quite courageous. You were stolen by a stick once, and you don't have a long memory."
Seeing the sticks entering the yard after school, He Yuzhu reminded him.
Seeing Pirate Saint, Yan Bugui's face changed drastically.
Depend on!
He forgot about this ancestor, no, he had to take the things away.
Stepping on his feet to remove the four fish heads, Yan Bugui patted his chest with lingering fear, "Why did I forget this crop, I can't put it in the yard to freeze.
I took it back and salted it and kept it at home.
Zhuzi, go home and rest, I have to work on my fish head. "
Not in the mood to argue with He Yuzhu anymore, Yan Bugui put all his thoughts on Yutou.
"Third Master, I still have something to say."
After parking the car, He Yuzhu walked to the steps of Yan's house and looked at it slowly.
Finally, the sight is fixed on the two pots of tall plants. The big leaves are really rare.
Too bad he doesn't know what it's called.
"What's the matter, tell me."
Yan Bugui glanced at it casually. This potted flower was conspicuous in the first place, and many neighbors would touch it when they walked from here.
So He Yuzhu's behavior is not special, the third master just thinks that he likes it.
"I have my eyes on these two pots, please give them to me, Third Master.
If I hadn't hosted the banquet, you wouldn't have had the chance to meet so many customers.
They are all old residents of Forty-Nine City, and they have a lot of relatives and friends at home.Once spread to ten, ten to hundreds, your business will become popular. "
He Yuzhu gave him a big meal, and talked about the third master in a daze.
"Third Master, since you don't refute, I really took it away? Don't ask me for it later."
Before waiting for an answer, He Yuzhu put a pot into his bicycle basket.
Holding the remaining pot in his arms, he controlled the handlebar with one hand.
"Let's go, thank you, Third Master, for sending flowers."
He Yuzhu pushed the bicycle and walked away. The two flower pots did not affect his speed at all, and soon disappeared in the eyes of the third master.
Yan family.
The third mother was preparing to make dinner when she looked up and saw the old man walking in with complicated expressions and heavy steps.
Holding two fish heads in one hand, his brows were frowned.
"Old Yan, what's the matter with you? You are frowning, our family eats meatballs at night, not shredded pickles."
I usually eat shredded pickles every day, and I have never seen the old man show such an expression.
"Hey, Zhuzi, He Yuzhu took my flowers away, two pots, two pots away."
Yan Bugui stretched out two fingers and emphasized.
Every pot is his lifeblood, and He Yuzhu took his lifeblood away just now.
Yan Jiecheng didn't take it seriously, "Dad, let's forget about two pots of flowers. After all, he introduced you to a job, and this is considered as a thank you fee."
The sons and daughters of the third master are not interested in flowers and plants, and they are not willing to let him grow flowers.
Besides, since the father and He Yuzhu became friends, the food at home has become more and more difficult, so what face is there to care about two potted flowers with He Yuzhu.
"You son of a bitch, what do you know! It's fine if I send it willingly, he didn't wait for me to open my mouth to agree."
Yan Bugui sat at the top and asked everyone to sit down and prepare to share the oranges.
This is the unwritten rule of their Yan family, as long as there are good things, Yan Pugui will distribute them.
What is important is fairness and justice, no more, no less.
If you can follow the individual, you can follow the individual, and if you can discuss the individual, you can discuss the individual.
Only for those who cannot be divided accurately, Yan Bugui will distribute them through some abnormal means.
For example, take a knife and chop it up, one spoonful per person.
Take a ruler to measure it, it's not bad.
The school teacher gave Yan Bugui an apple before, but after returning home, the children were not happy because they were cut into different sizes.
Yan Bugui came up with a way to put the apples in a garlic mortar, mash them into apple juice, and give each person a sip.
Because of this weird operation, Yu Li almost packed her bags and went back to her natal home, feeling extremely speechless towards her father-in-law.
Afterwards, it was natural for Yan Bugui to take advantage of himself and drank all the apple juice.
After picking apart the two oranges, Yan Bugui began to distribute them in the order of his son and daughter.
One petal for the son, one petal for the daughter-in-law, one petal for the daughter, and the wheels go down one by one.
A few adults split two oranges equally. If the scene was seen by outsiders, it would be too funny.
At the end of the distribution, Yan Bugui still had two orange petals left in his hand.
"There are two left, what's the matter?"
"What's wrong? Hmph, thanks to the fact that you're still a teacher."
The third mother said sarcastically that she didn't even have a fart.
Yu Li was careful, and immediately noticed the abnormality of her mother-in-law, "Dad, you and Mom each have a petal, and taste it."
"Oh, here, I'll give you all, I don't like sour oranges."
Yan Bugui, who came to his senses, handed over the oranges, feeling that his daughter-in-law was a bit hypocritical.
It's just an orange segment, so what?
"Dad, the oranges are not sour, they are very sweet."
Yan Jiefang pouted and said to his father.
"Then I don't like to eat either."
Unable to stand their chatter, Yan Bugui fetched water with a rag, and went out to clean his bicycle.
"He Yuzhu, where did you get the flowerpot? It looks familiar to me? Is it Yan Pugui's?"
Jia Zhang squinted her eyes, stood beside the pressurized well, and couldn't help asking.
She has nothing to do recently and is always willing to squat in the courtyard.
Anyone who passed by the middle courtyard at the end of get off work would be stopped by her to ask a few questions.
"Jia Zhang, don't you feel ashamed that Qin Jingru lives in your house and makes broken shoes?
If I were you, I wouldn't even dare to come out of the house. "
He Yuzhu remained expressionless and continued to push the car towards home.
"Tch, I must have stolen the flowers while Lao Yan was away."
Mrs. Jia ran to the Chuihua Gate to look at Yan's house, and happened to see Yan Bugui squatting on the ground cleaning the car.
"Old Yan, you are missing two pots of flowers!"
"En." Yan Bugui was very calm, without raising his head, and continued to wipe his pedals.
Every day when commuting to and from get off work, the shoes will be re-stained when they step on the pedals. Jia Zhang doesn't understand why he is so obsessed with cleaning the car.
"I saw the two pots of flowers. Just now He Yuzhu came back with the flower pots in his arms. If you go after them now, you can still get them back."
Upon hearing this, Jia Zhang's eyes widened, and he suggested to Yan Bugui.
"Catch it back? Why did you come back? I gave him the two potted flowers."
Yan Bugui let out a cold snort, buried his head and continued to wipe the wheels of the car.
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