half-baked life

Chapter 42 I think it’s more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala!

Zhang Jiefang reached out and touched the cheongsam. Her calloused rough fingers almost scratched the smooth fabric. She quickly retracted her hand and couldn't help but think of what she saw at Qin Liuyan's house in the morning, the pink bedroom and the cabinets. She has beautiful clothes and several drawers of cosmetics... A paralyzed old lady in her seventies or eighties can confidently love to be beautiful and look pretty. She is only over 40, so why not?
"I'll pretend!" Zhang Jiefang turned and shouted toward the empty door.

She immediately dug out a white shirt with a long ribbon at the neckline from the drawer and put it on. After studying in the mirror for a long time, she managed to tie a fairly neat bow, and then put on a rose-pink thin-thread knitted sweater. , and finally put on the down jacket as the outermost layer.

Zhang Jiefang looked at herself in the mirror, and the more she looked at it, the more beautiful she became. She couldn't help but twist like the posture Jiang Xiaoping taught her a few days ago.

But just after twisting it twice, she suddenly looked nervously towards Tang Yaocan's room, inexplicably worried that he would suddenly come out of it with his mobile phone and laugh at her in a weird way again.

There was a knock on the door without warning.

Zhang Jiefang was clearly in her own home, but she was as flustered as a little thief blocked by her master. She wanted to hide at first, but soon realized that she couldn't hide, so she went to untie the bow tie on her collar with trembling fingers, but it ended up being too much. I was so nervous that I pulled the ribbon into a tight knot.

"Jie Fang? Jiefang, are you at home?"

When she heard that the person speaking outside was Grandma Qian, Zhang Jiefang breathed a sigh of relief.

"...Hey, it's me. Grandma Qian, please wait a moment!" Zhang Jiefang took off her down jacket, stuffed it back into the bag, put her black bread jacket back on, and zipped it up to the top. , and then opened the door.

"Grandma Qian, what's going on?" Zhang Jiefang looked down several times uncomfortably, fearing that the clothes underneath would be exposed.

"It's okay. I was just lying on the window looking downstairs. I saw a figure that looked very much like you, so I wanted to come up and have a look. I remember your family Jiwen and Old Tang were dragging boxes together two days ago. Now, why don’t you celebrate the New Year with them?”

"Ah, yes, I...I didn't buy a ticket. I thought I would go back when I have time after the New Year."

"Then you go to our house. It just so happens that this year the old man and I are the only ones at home to celebrate the New Year. My daughter and her son-in-law are going to her husband's house together."

Grandma Qian saw that Zhang Jiefang was not moving, so she grabbed her arm and walked out, "Come on, it's not fun for you to celebrate the New Year alone, let's have fun together."

"...What's that? Grandma Qian, we're not in a hurry. You go back first. I'll clean up the house, change my clothes, and then go down to find you."

"Okay, Jiefang, come down quickly. We're just making dumplings together. The three delicacies stuffing you made is the best, no one can compare with it!"

As soon as Zhang Jiefang closed the door, she touched her chest with lingering fear. Just after touching it twice, she realized that her reaction was wrong. What could she do if Grandma Qian saw her wearing beautiful clothes?

"It's not a shameful thing...right?" Zhang Jiefang said to herself.

She unzipped her bread coat and looked at it in the mirror for a while, but she didn't wear the down jacket or sweater. However, she didn't want to take off the ribbon shirt. She just tied the bow smaller to make it faintly visible. Ji hid in the collar of his new gray bread suit, then locked the door, carried the gifts he planned to take home, and walked towards Grandma Qian's house.

Just after the New Year was over, Zhang Jiefang went to Jiang Xiaoping's house on the fourth day of the first lunar month.

She was really idle at home and couldn't sit still. She was a little curious about what Tang Yaocan was doing when he was lying at home every day for these years. Wasn't he looking for trouble?
"Aunt Jiefang, you're finally here. I've been eating leftovers for three days!" Jiang He's eyes lit up when he saw her, and he was even happier than Liang Xiujing. "What are you talking about? It's like I'm abusing you as a New Year guy." Jiang Xiaoping wasn't happy when she heard this.

"I seriously doubt that you did it on purpose. Did I ask you to order fewer dishes for the New Year's Eve dinner? But you just didn't listen. The three of us ordered twelve dishes in total, and several of them were served in pots!" The size of Jiang He's gestures is as big as a large washbasin.

"How can it be that big? Don't exaggerate, it's just...it's just that big."

Jiang Xiaoping gestured at most, which was the size of a noodle bowl, "Besides, didn't I tell you that if you can't eat it, it will be dumped? It's you who insists on eating it!"

"Listen, grandma, what my mother said is so exaggerated and extravagant!" Jiang He tried to win over Liang Xiujing, "So many dishes were ruined? Do you understand Operation CD?"

"Stop it, you are eating leftovers simply because the food you cooked is not as delicious as the leftovers!" Jiang Xiaoping consciously caught Jiang He's weakness and began to "beat the lost dog", "You said you are more than 30 years old?" Now, you can stir up a stir-fry zucchini, how did you eat before? Did you drink the northwest wind?"

"I eat in the company cafeteria or take out, isn't it okay? You still have the nerve to tell me, you are already 50, but you still bomb the kitchen every now and then. The dumplings are overcooked and can compete with the noodle soup!" Jiang He said unwillingly. He yelled back.

"...I'm here now, leave all the cooking to me from now on!"

Zhang Jiefang was extremely nervous, fearing that the quarreling mother and daughter would start fighting. She glanced at Liang Xiujing, but Liang Xiujing had a relaxed look on her face. She was cracking melon seeds while watching the excitement, and occasionally laughed out loud.

"Why don't you give me some advice?" Zhang Jiefang was a little confused.

"They are like this all the time. They have calmed down a little bit since you came here. It is also because He'er is not in good health."

Liang Xiujing's tone was even a little gratifying. She stuffed a handful of melon seeds into Zhang Jiefang's hand, "But to be honest, Jiefang, it's great that you're here. These two are good at making money, but their claws are numb as soon as they enter the kitchen." , especially He'er. When I was a kid, I would burn the bottom of the pot when I heated a steamed bun. Now I'm a little stronger, and the food I make is at least edible."

Liang Xiujing turned around and looked at Zhang Jiefang with a smile, "Let's just watch them fight here. To be honest, I think it's more interesting than the Spring Festival Gala!"

"...Grandma, do you think it's my poor craftsmanship or my mother's poor craftsmanship?" As soon as Liang Xiujing finished speaking, Jiang He's words dragged her into the extremely anxious battle situation.

"Equal?" Liang Xiujing replied hesitantly.

"Mom, now is not the time to be careless. You have to give a fair verdict on who is worse!"

"That's right, grandma, don't be afraid. Although this is someone's house, to be honest, she definitely won't dare to drive us away!"

The mother and daughter had two similar faces, one confident in winning and the other aggressive. Zhang Jiefang looked at Liang Xiujing, who was in a dilemma between the two, and cracked open a melon seed, "...it's really quite good. interesting."

(End of this chapter)