[comprehensive] my family

Zhang Xiaoya waited until her husband left, then slowly packed up her things, cleaned up all the tableware, and then went to the fast food restaurant to pass the time.

She just ordered a cup of milk tea, and then sat quietly all afternoon without getting upset. After all, she stayed in the house all day, either embroidering or copying Buddhist scriptures, and she was a very patient person.

Now watching the people coming and going outside through the glass window, you can see their words and deeds, you can guess their identities, you can see their clothes, Zhang Xiaoya feels that the time passes quite quickly.

An Jia and Yiwu were very happy. Although he didn't say anything, everyone standing beside him could feel his ease.

He hurried over to pick up Zhang Xiaoya after get off work, and the two of them were not in a hurry to go back. They strolled around, found a special restaurant to eat, and then walked back slowly, as if they were taking a walk.

At noon the next day, Zhang Xiaoya went to deliver food as usual, this time it was rice and side dishes, and the temperature of the food was just right.

When they arrived at An Jiahe's office, there were other doctors in the office. Several of them were chatting together. When they saw Zhang Xiaoya, they even teased her a few times. The two of them ate in the office as usual.

In the next week, Zhang Xiaoya came to deliver meals regardless of the weather. Everyone in the hospital knew that they had a deep relationship. After An Jiahe got used to it, he couldn't help but feel distressed. After all, he was a little worried about running around every day. Zhang Xiaoya's body.

"Xiaoya, you don't need to deliver food anymore, I'll just go home and eat tomorrow."

"That won't work. You have surgery every day. You only have a little time at noon. You should rest for a while. It's a waste of time for you to go back and come back every day."

"It's okay, I have a sense of proportion, and I won't delay my work."

"Let me come over, anyway, I have nothing to do, I have plenty of time."

"Aren't you going to learn how to cook with Mrs. Wu? After learning for so long, you will be a teacher?"

After An Jiahe finished speaking, he laughed to himself, because he always wanted to tie Zhang Xiaoya by his side and wanted her to stay at home obediently. He never thought that one day he would want her to find something to do.

Zhang Xiaoya said angrily: "Don't talk about Mrs. Wu, she is in business now, if I disturb her again, it will delay her making money."

"What makes money? What's going on? Isn't Mrs. Wu at home all day? I haven't heard of anyone in her family doing business."

An Jia and the others live in an older community. Although they are all apartment buildings, they still know each other a little bit. Although they know each other well, they still know what they do at home.

"It's not because of me."

"Because of you? You gave them an idea?"

"Where do I have such great skills! I didn't learn how to cook. Their family seems to have discovered that Mrs. Wu's cooking skills are so good. Now they rent a stall and start selling fast food. It's very simple, steam some rice Steamed buns and other dishes, as well as a few fried dishes, are all packed in big boxes, and anyone who wants them can scoop up a spoonful of them."

Although Zhang Xiaoya didn't see them go out to sell, but saw them do it at home, so she knew what was going on.

"Heh, their family really has some economic sense."

"Maybe." Zhang Xiaoya said lightly, obviously not very interested in this topic, because when she learned to cook with Aunt Wu, because it was her own food, so they bought everything is the best, the freshest.

But now their family is going to start a business, although they try their best to buy the freshest things, because they have to consider the cost of their own family, as well as time and energy and a series of issues.

So the things you buy are not the best, but the worst. The quality is about the same. Because of the large quantity, the big pot of rice is definitely not as meticulous as the small pot of rice.

The Wu family was a little embarrassed at first, but now they seem to be used to it, and just taking advantage of this excuse, Zhang Xiaoya stopped going to their house.

There is nothing sad in her heart. There are many people who can share wealth but not adversity, but there are still many people who can share adversity but not wealth. She has seen many of these two kinds of people.

"Their family is doing business, do you want to send something there?"

"No need, you don't know how busy the Wu family is now. I heard that Mrs. Wu's daughter-in-law is going to resign now to focus on this business, and I have already congratulated them at the beginning, and now I haven't been to them for a long time home."

"okay."

In fact, if Zhang Xiaoya didn't tell her, An Jiahe really wouldn't know, but now his wife is focused on him, every morning when she wakes up, there are ironed clothes and meals ready.

After eating, she will send herself out, until she can't see her shadow, she will run to the vegetable market, start buying ingredients for a day's cooking, wait until noon to deliver meals to herself, and then wait for herself for an afternoon, The two go home together again.

He used to think that this kind of life was pretty good, but now that he thought about it, his wife didn't even have anyone to talk to when she was alone at home, and he felt sorry for her, and he didn't know what to say when he wanted to make up for her.

In the end, I had no choice but to take her shopping on weekends, and went directly to the bustling shopping mall, where everything was sold, to see what she really wanted, and just buy it for her.

I didn't expect Zhang Xiaoya to be very interested in books. I thought she bought chicken soup for the soul or romance novels, but I didn't expect that all she bought were technical books.

There are books about making clothes and cooking, and they are all from simple to difficult. After reading it, you can easily turn a person from an ordinary person into a master.

In addition, there are several books on poetry and classical Chinese, but none of them are in his imagination.

"Is this enough?"

"Yeah." Zhang Xiaoya said happily, "I didn't expect that all kinds of books are sold in this bookstore."

It's not like before, absolutely no one has enough food to write a few books on how to cook and make clothes. They are all secret recipes, so they are passed on by word of mouth, okay?

And compared to modern writing, she still likes ancient writing, because it is short and concise, and a single word contains a lot of meaning, which is worth tasting again and again.

What has been handed down to this day is all gold, which has withstood various tests, and it is really delicious to read.

Seeing that she really liked her, An Jiahe didn't say anything more.Just without further ado, I bought everything.

From this day on, An Jiahe suffered. The two of them would not go out on weekends and stayed at home to rest.

Now whenever he has time, Zhang Xiaoya will take him wandering around, every time he goes to places he has never been to before, and every time he goes to a different place.

It was only at the end that An Jiahe discovered that Zhang Xiaoya had just regarded this city as a secret place, and wanted to know every location inside.

He directly gave his wife a detailed map: "There is everything on it, you can just look at the map, let's go to any place you think you are interested in."

Although Zhang Xiaoya put away the map he gave him, she didn't agree with his theory: "The above are all general things, we have to go and see what the local area looks like, otherwise how do we know where to buy it?" to what?"

"Okay, okay, what you said makes sense."

An Jiahe thought that his wife only had such a hobby, so he didn't want to hit her hard, just cooperate slowly.

But Zhang Xiaoya has her own business to do, so she doesn't deliver meals to An Jiahe every day, but just asks him to bring some snacks he made to the hospital. It's good to replenish energy when he's hungry or give them to others.

Zhang Xiaoya scoured all kinds of fabrics, as well as needles and threads of various colors. First, she used some cheap fabrics to make An Jiahe's pajamas. After looking for the texture, she asked him to see whether the clothes looked good and comfortable, and then started to work. Dress him up.