The newly married reborn cold-faced boss dotes on his delicate wife

Jiang Tingxia asked, "How do you do this?"

She was very curious about food, and when she ate something delicious, she would unconsciously go over the cooking method of the food in her mind, such as what ingredients were used, what seasonings were used, what steps were taken, whether it was baked first and then fried, or boiled first and then steamed. When she had almost guessed it, she would call the chef to check it again, and she would always get it right. Even whether lemon or apple was used in the marinade could not escape her sensitive tongue.

Li Changpu replied, "I didn't do it. My sister-in-law next door gave it to me as a gift when I got married."

Jiang Tingxia said, "Oh," and expressed his guess, "The sister-in-law who made these pickles must be from Zhongshan. This is the flavor they eat there."

Jiang Tingxia's eyes sparkled, and he looked proud, "Am I right?"

Li Changpu glanced at her, not wanting to spoil her fun, but still said, "I don't know."

He doesn't like to ask about these things.

Jiang Tingxia looked nonchalant and confident, "Just ask me, I'm sure what I say is right."

"My tongue has been around the world, and I've tasted all kinds of food in restaurants and restaurants. I'm very knowledgeable."

Li Changpu looked at her smug look and felt that if she had a tail like a fox, it would have reached the sky long ago.

He looked at her again and was surprised to see that her eyes lit up and she smiled with curved eyebrows, really like a cunning little fox.

Jiang Tingxia took a bite of Cuicui's radish and commented, "It's salty enough, but unfortunately not sweet enough. To my taste, adding some pears and white vinegar would make it taste better. The small restaurants in Lunan all make pickles this way."

She clapped her hands and said, "Yes, it will taste better if the two methods are combined."

Jiang Tingxia had already imagined the taste of pickled vegetables after they were modified to her taste. She was so greedy that she could hardly wait. She said with anticipation, "It's a pity that it's not the season for pickled vegetables now. I'll make it according to my idea next year."

Li Changpu paused in his eating, and his eyes, which were originally as calm as the sea, now looked dimly at the girl who was full of expectation.

next year?

Will she still be here next year?

After Jiang Tingxia finished washing the dishes and was packing up, she saw a pile of miscellaneous things where he had just carried the pickle jar, and asked him, "Are these gifts?"

Li Changpu was walking out the door, and when he heard her question, he stopped and replied, "Yes, all the gifts are here. They are just there because there is no place to put them."

Jiang Tingxia looked at these things and said to him, "It looks so messy just leaving them here. Why don't you clean them up and put them in order?"

Li Changpu just said, "It's up to you. You can take care of it."

Both parties have the right to dispose of wedding gifts given by others.

Jiang Tingxia flipped through the items and found they were all small gadgets. Nowadays, food, clothing, housing and transportation are the top priorities in people's minds, so most of the items were food, pickles, salted duck eggs, dried peppers, kelp, mushrooms, small bags of mung beans, red beans, soybeans, a few handfuls of red dates and so on, and two or three New Year pictures. The patterns were all the same for the purpose of festive occasions, with little difference, they were all with red words "happy" and fat babies painted on them. In addition to these, there were also a few feet of floral cloth, all of which were practical things.

Jiang Tingxia put the food together. The New Year pictures could be hung up to cover the blackened wall that had been burned when she failed to make a fire a few days ago. It also saved the space by having to put them away.

She picked out a piece of light-colored pattern from the cloth and put the rest in a wooden box behind the house.

She planned to pull a piece of cloth in the middle of the kang so that it would be convenient for her to turn over or change clothes when sleeping at night.

Jiang Tingxia stood on the kang, measured the approximate width and height with her legs and arms, and cut a piece. However, she looked left and right and still felt unsatisfied. This bare piece of cloth was too ugly. She thought about it and took out a white lace puffy skirt she had brought with her, and cut the fabric inside the skirt into a long strip.

This is a dress she likes very much and bought specially for dancing. It sparkles under the light, but she doesn't feel bad about taking it off now. Anyway, she won't have the chance to wear it in the future, so it would be nice to hang it up and look at it every day.

The lace fabric is stacked on top of the floral fabric, and then the cut long strips of fabric are placed on top. Use light blue thread to sew fine stitches on the long strips of fabric up, down, left and right. Cut the lace fabric on both sides in the middle, and then cut out four more strips of floral fabric. Tie the lace fabric on both sides as a decoration, just like the curtains hung in the manor during the day, with a pastoral feel.

At this time, Li Changpu also came back with a bunch of things. Jiang Tingxia saw a few iron wires and said to Li Changpu, "Do you have any extra iron wires?"

Li Changpu put the things on the ground, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, I want to hang a curtain here. You can pull a line in the middle later. You should use a thick hemp rope. It will look better."

In short, other requirements can be put aside, but aesthetics must not be neglected.

Jiang Tingxia showed him the curtain she had sewn. She pointed to a strip of white fabric on top of the floral cloth and said, "Look, I'll make a few holes here later. You can use thin wire to bend it into small rings and hang it on the hemp rope. This way, you can pull the curtain open."

Li Changpu understood what she meant. It was not like he had not seen those colorful curtains in the city. He did not like these petty bourgeois things, but he could not open his mouth to criticize her, so he finally let it go.

Jiang Tingxia didn't notice that he was in a bad mood. Firstly, it was because Li Changpu was a person who didn't show his emotions. Secondly, he had a cold face whether he was happy or unhappy. To Jiang Tingxia, there was no difference.

She pointed to a New Year painting on the side and said, "Hang it on the wall, over the stove."

Jiang Tingxia didn't say it explicitly, but her finger was clearly pointing at the burnt wall.

Li Changpu didn't ask too many questions, just knowing the location was enough. He moved quickly, using a hammer and nails, and soon the New Year pictures were hung up. He also made a bunch of iron rings and found a hemp rope two fingers thick to hang up the curtain made by Jiang Tingxia.

When he stood on the kang and hung the rope, Jiang Tingxia watched him work, chirping like a happy little bird.

"It's too high. It should be lowered a little."

"No, no, it's crooked, a little to the left, right, right, right here."

Li Changpu had a stern face and was ordered around, but he still completed her instructions accurately the next second.

Flowing curtains and festive New Year pictures coexist in the same room, with elegant light colors matched with festive colorful ones, like a snow-covered plate setting off the half-peeled, crystal-clear lychee flesh, like using chopsticks to pick up a steak in a Western restaurant, or like fried peanuts just out of the stove paired with a bottle of wine.

Strange and harmonious, unexpectedly suitable, just like heavy snow falling on the lychee tree, meeting is possible.