Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 243: The Evil Cult Leader's Dialect
He Huiru heard her daughter-in-law's words, nodded and said:

"It's true that after having a child, there are more things to wash."

"No matter what time of year it is, people need to wash clothes. With a washing machine, adults' workload is much easier."

"Especially in winter, the water in the pipes would freeze you to the bone."

"When I was leading Fangyan's brothers and sisters, I suffered a lot."

"If I had a washing machine like this back then, even if it didn't have a spin-drying tub, I would have been so blessed that I dare not even think about it."

Now I pick up all the laundry of the little girl and send them to the wet nurse to be washed. The Fang family gives her money every month, and I really don’t want to do all the laundry work anymore.

So now that they see Fangyan has just gotten married, they immediately arrange a date for him. The biggest intention behind this is to make the daughter-in-law suffer less in the future and to reduce conflicts between the couple.

Sometimes couples quarrel over trivial matters.

Fang Yan and Zhu Lin of course understood the old lady's intention and thanked her solemnly again.

After testing the washing machine, my mother asked them to buy a gauze cover for it when they were free.

Nowadays, not only televisions, radios, refrigerators and washing machines, but also people like to have a gauze cover.

It's like a convention that if someone has these appliances at home but doesn't have these screens, it's like not dressing their children.

Although Fangyan did not understand it, he respected the aesthetic of the time. He felt that this should be like mobile phones with mobile phone cases in later generations. If you spend a lot of money to buy something, you always have to protect it carefully to feel that the money is worth it.

After the home appliance issue was settled, Fangyan asked his parents to write the invitations.

They had to invite quite a few people. Although the Fang family did not have as many relatives as the Zhu family, the two of them had quite a few colleagues and friends, such as Aunt Wang Huiyuan who arranged a job for Fang Yan. These people had to be invited.

In addition, there are several uncles, aunts and cousins ​​that Fangyan hasn’t seen for many years.

Relatives are like this. No matter whether you contact them on a daily basis or not, you still have to invite them when something big happens at home.

While the father and mother were thinking about the list, Fang Yan and Zhu Lin went to the kitchen. In order to meet the expectations of his father-in-law, Fang Yan had to show off his cooking skills for tonight's dinner.

The ingredients have already been bought, and all we need is for my father-in-law to order the food.

However, after asking, Fangyan learned that his father-in-law intended to let him express himself freely. He had no dietary restrictions and said he would try anything as long as it was made by Fangyan.

It is quite tolerant of all kinds of tastes from all over the world.

After hearing what he said, Fangyan wanted to get him some of Southwest F4's Chinese Polygonum multiflorum.

I’m sure Lao Zhu has never eaten it.

The queen of dialect cooking came to help, and after the two of them entered the kitchen, they immediately showed extremely high efficiency, which was much faster than the three-person combination of Zhu Lin cooking in the morning with his father-in-law and mother-in-law helping.

The tacit understanding developed through long-term training made the two of them seem to have entered a certain state in the kitchen. Professor Zhu, who was watching from the sidelines, felt as if he had seen a corner of the kitchen of a state banquet.

Even if he wanted to step in and help, there was nothing he could do. In the end, Fangyan saw that he had nothing to do, so he assigned him the task of cooking firewood meals.

The natural gas stove is not enough, but we have a wood stove at home and there is some firewood that can be used.

This was not a difficult task, so Professor Zhu readily agreed.

I took the steamer and planned to make a pot of drained rice.

The time spent in the kitchen always goes by especially quickly, after Fangyan finished making several big dishes.

It's almost time for dinner.

Professor Zhu's drained rice was also made. Fangyan took a look and found that it was actually quite good. It was not like what the father-in-law had said before, that he could only talk about it on paper when he entered the kitchen.

In order to get his father-in-law to cook every time in the future, Fangyan praised him a lot. After all, good words don't cost money. If he can praise a father-in-law who likes to cook on his own in the future, then these words will be worth it.

Sure enough, Fangyan's affirmation gave Professor Zhu great encouragement:
"Haha, actually I've never done this before. I didn't expect that I would actually succeed after following the instructions in the book. It seems that I am quite talented."

Fang Yan hurriedly said:

"That's right. Cooking is much easier once you know the steps. You don't have any problem with the theory at all now, so you can do it easily."

Professor Zhu nodded and analyzed:
"Yes, that's right. The reason why I didn't do well before was because the stove in my kitchen limited my performance."

Fangyan immediately took over the conversation:

"Then you should come here more often to use the wood stove in the future." Professor Zhu nodded vigorously:

"OK!"

Fangyan saw his father-in-law's hearty smile and silently gave himself a thumbs up.

Well planned and successful!

After looking at the watch, I found that it was already dinner time, so Fangyan asked everyone to wash their hands and prepare to eat.

Then the prepared dishes were brought from the kitchen to the main hall.

At this moment, Fang Yan found that his younger brother had not come out yet, so he walked to the door of the study, gently opened the door and took a look inside.

Well, my little brother is still writing furiously.

It seems that he is completely immersed in the state and doesn't pay any attention to the situation outside.

"What's going on? Why aren't you coming out yet?" The old lady walked over and asked in Fangyan.

"Shh!"

Fangyan closed the door gently and made a gesture to my mother to keep quiet.

He lowered his voice and said to my mother:

"He's at a critical point right now. Let's not disturb him. Let him finish this part before calling him to eat."

The old lady was a little surprised, and she still asked in disbelief:
"He...can he really write good articles?"

Only then did Fangyan feel that the saying “prejudice is a mountain” had become concrete before him.

He said to his mother:

"I believe it will work."

"Wait a little later, when we get his manuscript out, you'll know."

Then he pointed to the dining table in the main hall and said:
"Okay, let's eat first. There's some left for him in the kitchen."

……

After the dialect was served, it was briefly explained, and then the family dinner for the weekend began.

For tonight's dishes, Fangyan avoided all the dishes that the Queen had cooked before, making it impossible for her to make a comparison. He also did not comment on her previous dishes. Instead, he actively shared his own cooking experience.

The Queen listened to Fangyan talking while eating, and also discussed the cooking method with Professor Zhu. She immediately felt that she had gained a lot, and planned to cook a meal tomorrow night under Fangyan's guidance.

Anyway, the tickets issued by Dongzhimen Hospital can only be used this month, so it would be good to take this opportunity to practice more.

Of course I have no objection to the dialect. If my wife wants to make progress, I must support her!
Upon hearing this, he immediately raised his hands in agreement.

I was already thinking about how to praise him.

Whenever the Queen cooks, even if it’s just boiled water, people in dialect would praise her for cooking it to the perfect temperature.

When everyone had almost finished their meal, the door of the study was finally opened.

Fang Chen walked out of the study, holding a manuscript in his hand, and waved it excitedly at Fang Yan and said:

"Brother, look, I wrote at least 8,000 words in one go."

“I feel like I can do it!”

"Can you help me take a look at what I wrote?"

Fangyan took it and handed it directly to my mother, saying to her:
"Come on, Mom, take a look first."

PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe you 43,000.

No more today. Please come early tomorrow.

It's the end of the month. If everyone votes for me, I'm only three hundred away from 2000. Please help Lao Feng!

(End of this chapter)