[comprehensive] my family

There are also many kinds of side dishes, because I want to eat hot pot on a temporary basis, so I bought them in the supermarket, put them in and cook them to eat.

If you want to eat hot pot for a long time, there are many side dishes in it that Zhang Xiaoya made by herself.

But whatever Zhang Xiaoya buys is the freshest, so I'm not afraid of bad taste, it's just that the price is a bit more expensive.

Zhang Xiaoya put something into the hot pot angrily. After the hot pot meatballs were cooked, An Jiahe took one and put it in his own bowl. After tasting it, he found that it was hot and spicy. Feeling any kind of taste, the mouth is hot and red, but I can't help but continue to eat.

"Ha, it's delicious. Although you eat too much and get angry, it's good to eat once in a while. By the way, what's wrong with you today? Are you in a bad mood? Who messed with you?"

"Who messed with me? Who else messed with me? It's you!"

"I?"

"Of course."

"When did I offend you? I went out early this morning and just came back now, and I didn't call home. How did I offend you?"

"It's not about the novel you found for me!"

"Novel? What novel?"

"What else can it be, that one... one... um, what's it called?"

Zhang Xiaoya was so busy reading the content that she didn't even remember the name, who told her that she wasn't very interested when she read the name, and only started to get angry when she saw the content.

Seeing her speechless, An Jiahe laughed all of a sudden, but tragedy began immediately, because he forgot what was in his mouth and choked it into the trachea, which immediately caused a continuous coughing.

Zhang Xiaoya was originally very dissatisfied with his playful smile, but when she saw him choking like this, she hurried over and patted him on the back: "You are so big, why are you so careless."

"It's not that you're scaring me, so stop being a joke and tell me quickly."

After thinking for a while, An Jiahe said, "Stop talking about novels, just be serious."

"I'm talking about serious things." Zhang Xiaoya seldom eats spicy food, because eating spicy food can easily get angry and affect the appearance. Although everyone says that beauty and ugliness have nothing to do, when seeing a beautiful woman, everyone can't help it Be polite.

But now I just can't help but want to eat spicy food and let it out.

She put a mushroom ball in her mouth, and after swallowing it, her eye circles were so hot that they turned red.

She briefly recounted the novel, and then said: "What does this mean? That Anshi is so smart, and she walked her way step by step. How could she steal that heroine?" thing?"

"Didn't you just take a look at her? The scene at that time was completely different from the scene later, okay? Why did the author deny all the hard work done by others? Does the author know what An's suffering is..."

Seeing that Zhang Xiaoya seemed to be going crazy, An Jiahe stopped joking, nodded seriously, and gave her some advice: "You also said that it was the author, and the book seems to have been born by the author, he is God He is everything between heaven and earth. He is the god of the characters in his book. He can do whatever he wants the characters in the book to do. If you want to blame, blame the author instead of other people. Why are you so angry, it's not worth it."

Zhang Xiaoya was still angry, she just couldn't figure it out, but she set the chopsticks very accurately and quickly.

Finally, I lay in bed early and went to sleep without even washing the dishes.

An Jiahe sighed, made a pot of heat-clearing and detoxifying tea, let her drink two cups, cleared the table, and went to bed.

All night long, he felt her tossing and turning beside him, and he didn't know when she fell asleep.

Today An Jiahe had a major operation and fell asleep very quickly. When she woke up the next day, she still thought that Zhang Xiaoya must still be in bed, maybe she didn't fall asleep all night.

Who would have thought that when he got up, he would find that there was no one on the bed, and the smell was coming from the kitchen.

He put on his clothes and quietly went to the kitchen to have a look, and found that Zhang Xiaoya's cooking this time was normal, they usually eat these things, steamed buns and millet porridge with some pickles, very light and very nutritious.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief. Although he enjoyed eating the hot pot last night, he really couldn't stand it if he continued to eat it.

"Are you up? Wash your face and brush your teeth quickly, and then eat."

"Okay, I'll be here right away." An Jiahe noticed it while eating, and quietly observed Zhang Xiaoya's expression: "What's the matter? Thinking about it now? That's right, then yesterday was nothing at all, I really don't know what you are in a hurry for. "

"Hmph, of course I know, don't worry, I've already thought about it."

An Jiahe nodded, and then he was relieved. He asked secretly every day and found that Zhang Xiaoya's life had returned to the usual experience.

A month later, Zhang Xiaoya finally finished the toasting suit. The bright red dress is eye-catching, and the patterns on the dress seem to be printed on it. Only when she puts it on for a walk, will she realize that it is a burst of color. It was stabbed up for a while, like a living thing, and the phoenix flowers on it seemed to come alive.

Moreover, a little gold thread and silver thread were used in the embroidery, which added to the weight of the suit, but it made the dress even more gorgeous.

Moreover, this dress was custom-made for her, fully considering her characteristics in all directions. It can be said that other people can wear this dress, but no one can wear it as charmingly as her.

At the wedding, people patronize and praise this toast suit, and the wedding dress that also cost a lot of money is overshadowed.

When other people inquired about this toast suit, they found that everything was embroidered. It took almost a year, and some people with status couldn't help being moved.

I want Zhang Xiaoya to make suitable clothes for them.

Zhang Xiaoya still pushed everything to her husband and asked An Jiahe to talk to other people. An Jiahe is obviously more experienced now, and he doesn't want Zhang Xiaoya to be too busy now.

It is one thing not to make her tired, but the other is that they have been married for two or three years now, and it is time to have a child.

In the end, what An Jiahe talked about was not clothes, but a piece of cloth. Someone wanted a piece of silk and satin full of embroidery. Although this was not clothes, it had to be made with more care than clothes.

Because a piece of cloth is too long, tens of meters or even tens of meters, the overall pattern and color must be considered, and the effort is no less than that of clothes.

Although An Jiahe was a little reluctant, but this project would take a little longer, and it could be handed over after two years. After An Jiahe asked Zhang Xiaoya, he accepted the commission.

While Zhang Xiaoya was busy with the new tricks she picked up, she pestered An Jiahe to teach her how to type.

It turned out that when she was playing on the computer, all she had to do was move the mouse, but now she actually had to type, which really surprised An Jiahe.

"There are several input methods, which one do you want to learn?"

"Of course it's fast."

"Then learn Wubi, it's very convenient, and it's what I usually use."

An Jiahe taught very seriously, but Zhang Xiaoya just couldn't learn it. This result was actually within An Jiahe's expectation, because his wife's aura was not on it.

"This thing is too difficult, I can't learn it anyway." Zhang Xiaoya finally gave up.

"You don't sign any contracts, and you don't have any urgent matters. Isn't it enough to tap slowly with one finger? What are you in a hurry for?"

"Why am I not in a hurry, I have business to do."

"What's the business? Tell me and I'll listen. If you're so urgent, I'll help you."

An Jiahe was just talking casually, but Zhang Xiaoya actually took out a stack of things.

"It's these things." Zhang Xiaoya put all the things in her hands beside An Jiahe.

An Jiahe took a look, it turned out to be a stack of paper, the writing on the manuscript paper was clearly written with a pen, the size and color of the handwriting were the same, the paper was very neat, and people could tell that the people who wrote these things must have spent a lot of time. thought.

"what is this?"

An Jiahe randomly picked up a page, and found that the sentences on it were smooth, like a short story, and the words were very elegant, unlike the current articles, like articles in the Republic of China period.

Although it reads well, it is not as difficult to understand as classical Chinese. The words used in it are more particular, and it is also eloquent when read.

Zhang Xiaoya seemed a little shy, but she still blushed and said, "This is the script I wrote."

"The novel you wrote?"

Isn't a story a novel?It just changed its name over time.

An Jia and all the emphasis is on the first half of the sentence.

"Yeah, the writing is not good, but it's all after my hard thinking!"

Time-traveling or seizing the body or ghost upper body, in short, no matter what caused Zhang Xiaoya's current situation, anyway, she is not going to tell anyone.

So she was embarrassed to say that this was her own personal experience, but changed it to the result of her own hard thinking.

After An Jiahe heard this, he didn't have time to think about anything, so he put down the things and asked, "When did you start writing these things? Why haven't I heard you say it?"