Free Days in Siheyuan

Let alone Zhao Wenzhuo, even if it were another saint, he would definitely not be happy.

Although Zhao Wenzhuo was still a little angry, when Zhang Yu came over with a plate of pickles, he did not continue to tease him.

Of course, this is definitely not because Zhao Wenzhuo doesn't want to continue teasing the child, but because he is worried that his nephew can't help teasing him. If he really teases her too much, he will go to his wife to complain.

Therefore, in order not to be punished, although Zhao Wenzhuo was a little unhappy, he also knew when enough was enough.

It's just that Zhang Yu didn't know what Zhao Wenzhuo was thinking. He ate a bowl of noodles with trepidation, fearing that his uncle would get into trouble and do something wrong.

After some people finished eating the bowl of noodles without taste, they immediately found a reason to leave.

Because he was afraid that his uncle would ask him to stay, Zhang Yu didn't dare to look back. He said something casually and ran away. Naturally, he missed the smile in Zhao Wenzhuo's eyes.

Zhang Yu, who had no idea that he had been tricked again, stroked his beating heart after returning to the house, where he was grateful to have escaped from his uncle's clutches.

That night, Director Wu came over with a bottle of wine.

Because Director Wu came late, the family had already finished dinner and cleared the table. Zhang Guifang wanted to cook two more dishes for the two of them to go with wine, but Director Wu directly waved her hand and refused, looking at the leftover noodles from lunch in the corner. His eyes lit up after half a plate of pickles, and he pointed directly at the pickles and said, "Brothers and sisters, I am not an outsider, so please stop working. I think those little pickles are good as a meal."

Without waiting for Zhang Guifang to speak, she took the initiative to put the plate of pickles on the table. Then she opened the wine she brought and poured Zhao Wenzhuo a glass. The two drank and chatted.

Knowing that something was going on between the two of them, Zhang Guifang took the initiative to avoid it.

That night, Director Wu and Zhao Wenzhuo chatted while drinking. They murmured in the room for a long time. After reaching a tacit understanding in some aspects, Director Wu left with a smile.

After Director Wu left, Zhao Wenzhuo also had a smile on his face. That smile revealed an indescribable gloating in the eyes of family members who knew him well.

Early the next morning, Zhang Yu was sleeping soundly when he was woken up by Zhao Wenzhuo.

Because he usually wakes up naturally after sleeping, today he was suddenly woken up without warning, and Zhang Yu had a dazed look on his face.

His eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was trying to open his eyes, but his sleepiness made him look a little confused.

After working hard for a long time, I finally opened my eyes a little, and my eyes were dull, as if I didn't understand why I was woken up.

After finally regaining consciousness, Zhang Yu looked in the direction of the sound and saw Zhao Wenzhuo standing in front of the window.

Because he hadn't woken up yet, Zhang Yu's tone was a little unclear: "Little uncle, why did you come to see me so early?"

Zhao Wenzhuo did not answer Zhang Yu's question, but stood at the window and kept urging: "Xiaoyu, get up quickly! Your sister-in-law is ready to cook. After dinner, I will take you to a good place." "Good place?" Zhang Yu was confused, but in the end he couldn't help his curiosity and climbed out of bed.

After Zhang Yu finished washing and woke up completely, Zhao Wenzhuo and the others had already started eating.

Zhang Yu, who had just finished washing, did not show any courtesy to his uncle and the others. He sat down at the dining table, picked up the remaining half salted duck egg on the table and ate it with the steamed buns.

Several people sighed while eating: "This salted duck egg is really good. I don't know how others pickle it. You see, it is yellow, sandy and oily, and the egg white is not as salty as the ones we used to pickle."

Speaking of Yan Xian, Zhao Wenzhuo seemed to have thought of something terrifying and couldn't help but shudder.

He winked at Zhang Yu, but it was a pity that Zhang Yu was not the roundworm in his stomach, and he couldn't find out what he wanted to express from his twisted expression.

When Zhang Guifang finished one bowl of porridge and ran to the kitchen to serve a second bowl, Zhao Wenzhuo carefully leaned into Zhang Yu's ear and whispered: "Your sister-in-law is good at everything, but she can't pickle salted duck eggs." .”

"How could it be? The salted duck eggs should be easy to pickle." Zhang Yu was a little surprised, with disbelief on his face.

Let’s not say whether salted duck eggs are delicious or not, but they are definitely easy to pickle.

If you don't want to bother with boiling the cooking water, just wash the duck eggs and dry them, then dip them in a layer of white wine, then dip them in a layer of salt, put them in a jar to marinate for more than ten days, and then you can eat them. This is a handy trick. How could something go wrong if it works?

Seeing what Zhang Yu wanted to express, Zhao Wenzhuo's expression was a bit difficult to explain. After being silent for a moment, he replied with difficulty: "I don't know. It's all done according to normal steps. A layman like me can't. I learned it, but the salted duck eggs your sister-in-law pickles smell stinky. I even suspected that your sister-in-law killed the salt seller. It's so salty, so salty, it's so salty that it's bitter."

At the end, Zhao Wenzhuo sighed: "The salted duck eggs pickled by your sister-in-law are the most disgusting thing I have ever eaten in my life."

"Really or not, uncle, please don't fool me, sister-in-law..." Zhang Yu just wanted to ask for more details, and there was a figure in his eyes. The first time he saw that person, Zhang Yu subconsciously thought that he had arrived. He swallowed the words on his lips and turned into: "Uncle, you must be lying to me. How could my sister-in-law, who is so capable, not know how to pickle salted duck eggs? Did you remember wrongly, those unpalatable salted duck eggs? Did you pickle it yourself?"

As Zhang Yu spoke, he looked at Zhao Wenzhuo crazily and almost rushed up to cover his mouth with his hand to tell her to stop talking.

But Zhao Wenzhuo was like a blind man. He didn't notice Zhang Yu's hint at all. Instead, he acted as if he had definitely remembered it correctly. At that time, he was about to have a confrontation with Zhang Yu: "How is it possible? I pickled it myself." Although the salted duck eggs are not very good, at least they are not as smelly as the ones your sister-in-law pickles..."

Seeing his uncle talking endlessly, the murderous intention in his eyes almost turned into reality. Zhang Yu was a little desperate. If this person wanted to die, he couldn't stop him. Isn't his uncle usually very vigilant? Why did he follow him today? It looks like wood.

"Are you talking about me?" A rather cold voice, as if mixed with ice slag, came from behind Zhao Wenzhuo.

Zhao Wenzhuo was frightened. He turned around and saw Zhang Guifang holding a bowl in one hand and doing something unknown with the other hand behind her back. The expression on her face was enough to prove her anger.

Zhang Yu had no choice but to hold his forehead. He really couldn't save him even if he wanted to.

Seeing Zhang Guifang's hand behind his back, Zhao Wenzhuo's face was instantly filled with a flattering smile. He immediately stood up and took the bowl from Zhang Guifang's hand very attentively.