Forty has a hurdle

Chapter 140 Do things with a plan
In a luxurious villa, Yang Qing with disheveled hair was smashing things in the living room.

These decorations that she likes very much at home are extremely obtrusive at this moment.

It seems that only by smashing all these things can the hatred in her heart be relieved.

After a while, the ground was already in a mess.

There are debris of decorations everywhere.

Yang Qing panted heavily and sat on the sofa, thinking about what happened tonight.

"I want to leave so easily, there is no door!" She gritted her teeth.

Suddenly, a figure of a man wearing a doorman's clothes flashed in her mind.

"Things like garbage dare to meddle in my affairs, this matter is endless!" She picked up her mobile phone and began to search for it. After a while, a person's name appeared in front of her eyes——
The next day, before the handover, Wenshan arrived.

Looking at the limping Zhang Yiran and Zhao Hongming with several Band-Aids on his face, Wenshan couldn't help but slander.

This Zhao Hongming is simply a catastrophe. Wenshan can't count how many things happened when Zhao Hongming was on duty.

How come others are safe and sound when they are on duty, and everything goes well.

It was only when Zhao Hongming was on duty that things really went wrong. Although not necessarily all bad things happened, Wenshan felt that it was too troublesome.

After counting, the woman named Yang Qing dumped 1 yuan in the hotel one after another.

After deducting the computer, bonsai, Jiang Xiaowei's work clothes that were knocked down and broken in the lobby, and the cost of repairing the guest room door, there was still 5000 yuan left.

With a wave of his hand, Wen Shan gave [-] to the security department, and Zhao Hongming, Jiang Xiaowei, and Zhang Yiran distributed the rest.

Although Jiang Xiaowei's clothes were torn, his performance last night could be described as a mess, and he was also outspoken, which almost intensified the conflict.

And because Zhao Hongming and Zhang Yiran were both injured, he didn't have the face to share the 3000 yuan with them, especially Zhang Yiran, who seemed to be seriously injured.

After learning of Wenshan's decision, he immediately stated that he would not participate in the distribution of money.

Zhao Hongming didn't want the money at first, but under Zhang Yiran's insistence, he finally took 1000 yuan, and gave the remaining [-] yuan to Zhang Yiran.

At the same time, Zhang Yiran also received a special license from Wenshan to rest at home for a week and return to work when her foot injury is almost recovered.

Perhaps because of the consolation of money and holidays, Zhang Yiran seemed very happy even though her ankle was still swollen.

After the shift, Zhao Hongming first went to the hospital and asked the doctor to prescribe an ointment for scar removal and repair, and then went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients before returning home.

First I slept for a while, and then I got up to cook.

Today he is going to cook three dishes, Coca-Cola Chicken Wings, Spicy Tofu and Green Pepper and Potato Shreds.

Coca-Cola Chicken Wings is a dish suitable for novices, but suitable for all ages. Zhao Huan likes it very much.

Two incisions are made on the front and back of the chicken wings, put in a pot under cold water, and the blood foam is boiled.

Then rinse the chicken wings with clean water, drain and set aside.

Slice the onion and ginger, and then chop a little chopped green onion for later use.

Heat the oil in a pan, fry the chicken wings until golden on both sides, add the onion and ginger and stir-fry until the aroma bursts out.

Add a little dark soy sauce for color and light soy sauce for seasoning. (If you like sweetness, you can use rock sugar for coloring.)
Add cola, simmer on high heat, after boiling, turn to low heat until the chicken wings are cooked, then turn on high heat to collect the juice.

Plate, sprinkle with scallions.

Spicy tofu.

Put the water into the pot, add tofu, add a little salt, cook for 2 minutes and set aside. (Cooked tofu is less crumbly.)
Mince shallot and garlic and set aside.

Heat the oil in a pan, add peppercorns and minced garlic, fry until fragrant, remove the peppercorns, add tofu, fry until slightly yellow, pour in bean paste, add a little water, and add salt.

Stir-fry for a while, sprinkle with chopped green onion and serve.

Compared with Mapo Tofu, this dish lacks minced meat, but because the tofu is fried, it has a fragrant taste and is a good side dish.

Green pepper potato shreds.

Shred the potatoes, rub them with clean water to remove most of the starch in the potatoes, and drain them for later use.

Shred the green peppers and prepare a few dried peppers.

Heat the oil in a pan, first add the dried chilies, sauté until fragrant, then add the green peppers, stir-fry until they are broken, and then pour in the shredded potatoes.

Stir-fry the shredded potatoes and pour in a little balsamic vinegar. (When pouring vinegar, don't pour it directly on the shredded potatoes, but pour it around the edge of the pot, so that the aroma of the vinegar can be burst out.)
Add an appropriate amount of salt, stir fry twice and you can get out of the pan.

If you like to eat crispy ones, you can fry them for a few minutes less, and let the shredded potatoes be fried until they are six or seven mature, so that they taste crispy and refreshing.

As soon as the food was brought out, Zhao Huan's voice rang out in the house.

"Wow, dad, what's the smell, why is it so fragrant!"

Zhao Huan yelled and ran to the dining table.

"Go and wash your hands! If your grandma is at home, I will blame you again!" Zhao Hongming came out of the kitchen and stopped his son from grabbing vegetables.

Zhao Huan shrank his neck and hurried to wash his hands.

During the time when grandparents were there, he was talked about several times because of the problem of washing hands.

Grandma Li Lifen also scolded Zhao Hongming because of this problem, saying that Zhao Hongming didn't teach his grandson well, and Zhao Huan couldn't even do such a small thing as washing hands.

At that time, Zhao Hongming was so angry that he almost slapped the table.

Two people, three dishes, although simple, but warm.

The three dishes were all Zhao Huan's favorite dishes, so he wolfed down two bowls of rice.

After eating, he got into the room with his schoolbag.

The end of the term is approaching, and the teachers of various subjects have assigned more and more homework.

I can’t do it all in the evening alone. I can only use the time at noon to do part of it first, and then do part during the evening self-study, and save the rest until I go home at night.

After washing the dishes, Zhao Hongming just stretched his head to take a look into his son's room, and then sat on the sofa in the living room and started typing.

Last month's manuscript fee has already been taken, in addition to the 600 yuan for full attendance, there is also a subscription fee of 28 yuan and [-] cents.

Although the money is not much, it is also an encouragement to Zhao Hongming, and he is more concerned about writing.

"Huanhuan, don't do it, there is only half an hour, go to sleep quickly."

After writing for a while, he checked the time on the computer, stood up and went to Zhao Huan's room to urge him.

"Huh? So fast? I haven't done much yet?"

Zhao Huan turned around in surprise, his face full of bitterness.

In the past twenty minutes, he only did two math problems.

"Huanhuan, bring homework from other subjects and do it tomorrow. For this math homework, you put it in school and do math problems. It takes too long to think about it. You don't have that much time at noon. The [-] A few minutes is too inefficient."

Zhao Hongming flipped through his son's homework and couldn't help suggesting.

"Ah."

Hearing his father's suggestion, Zhao Huan's eyes lit up.

Other subjects, such as Chinese and English, take less time than mathematics.

Using this time at noon, you should be able to complete the homework for one subject.

"Dad, you're so smart!" Zhao Huan couldn't help but praise his father.

"Hehe, that's not called being smart, it's called having a plan, first the easy ones and then the hard ones, isn't it the same when you take the exam? The teacher should write that on the blackboard, right?"

Zhao Hongming patted his son on the shoulder and said happily.

(End of this chapter)