Siheyuan: A Cook in the 60s

"Mom, drink the soup first to warm your stomach." Cao Xiucheng served soup to the two mothers in the room.

Then the kids started drinking freely.

Qin Tian licked his lips and wanted another bowl. He had never tasted such a bright and fresh mutton soup.

The extremely rich aroma at the first sip made him feel as if he was on the prairie.

The tongue was desperately shouting at him to go faster, come more, and don't stop.

The key is, after one bowl, you won’t feel sick at all.

Usually a strong aroma is accompanied by a greasy taste.

Qin Tian had eaten delicious food before.

I wanted to continue eating after taking a bite, but after a few bites, I felt a little greasy. If I continued to eat, I would feel uncomfortable. But Cao Wei's bowl of soup was not like that. I kept eating it one bite after another.

He even felt that it was okay to just eat this thing until he was full.

He stood up and wanted to go to the kitchen to get another bowl.

But he held his own wife back.

"What's wrong?"

"You want another bowl?"

"Huh? It tastes very good." Qin Tian nodded.

"Don't add more, there are good things later."

Very good, one reason made him sit back down.

"Yaoyao, how are you doing at the headquarters?" Ji Fufu came over and started chatting with Cao Leyao.

"Well, it's okay." Cao Leyao waved at Qin Tian, ​​signaling him to go find Cao Xiucheng and not to get involved in women's topics.

Qin Tian shrugged and went to find his brother-in-law.

In fact, Cao Xiucheng is older than Qin Tian, ​​and the two did not have much time to meet each other. However, when they were still dating, Cao Leyao brought Qin Tian to Cao Xiucheng's house to chat several times.

The two of them are quite familiar with each other.

"Brother Xiucheng, can you come outside and have one?"

"Okay, have mine." Cao Xiuchen nodded, followed him out, took out a cigarette from his arms and handed it over.

Qin Tian took a sip and was a little confused: "What is this?"

"Oh, it's not addictive. I just smoke one when I feel mentally tired. It's quite expensive. It's a serious cigarette. Smoking too much will affect my surgery." Cao Xiucheng explained.

"Oh, there is such a thing. It's my fault." Qin Tian quickly clasped his hands together.

"Hey, you don't know either, but it's better to smoke less. If you really want to smoke, come to my house next time and I'll give you two packs. Try them first and see how they taste."

Qin Tian took another sip after hearing this and nodded: "It doesn't make much difference. I'm not really picky and I can't tell whether it's good or bad. I just feel uncomfortable when I'm talking or thinking without something in my hand."

"Can you adapt to it? If not, then it's useless. No matter what, it has to suit your taste."

"Wow." Qin Tian looked at Cao Xiucheng in surprise. "Aren't doctors afraid of patients making trouble? How come you have such a good thing, but you still want it to suit your taste?"

Cao Xiucheng pushed his glasses and said, "From a philosophical point of view, we only have a few autumns to live, so we can do whatever we want. To be honest, with the current level of medical technology, living to fifty or sixty is not a big problem. I don't know whether taking good care of yourself has anything to do with longevity. There are too many influencing factors. Smoking can have an impact, but not much."

"The most important one is that cigarettes are expensive."

The turn of events in the next second made Qin Tian's scalp tingle.

"Haha, just kidding. But don't let this stuff out. The ingredients are really not that easy to find. I got the recipe from my dad." Cao Xiucheng patted Qin Tian on the shoulder.

"Come to think of it." Qin Tian said, "Is your hospital busy now?"

"Remove the word 'ma'." Cao Xiucheng sighed, "People nowadays are getting sicker and sicker. The main reason is that they eat too much."

"Oh? What do you say?"

"Diseases come from the mouth. When there are too many things to choose from, it's easy to eat blindly. Also, because we save too much, we don't want to throw away some things even when they are expired. Then when we have to toss and turn and heat them, it's really troublesome."

What do men talk about when they get together?

Either you worry about the country and the people, or you are filled with sad emotions.

Obviously, the latter is not suitable for these two people, so they can only hesitate between worrying about the country and the people.

"Fu Fu, come here." Qin Jingru waved at Ji Fu Fu.

Ji Fufu accepted the call and followed Qin Jingru to the next room.

This is the cloakroom that Qin Jingru specially cleared out.

"Hey, this is the latest model I bought in Hong Kong. It's your size. You can move all these back. I'll buy more for you next time I come back."

Qin Jingru has always been unrestrained when it comes to shopping.

She was originally a stingy person, until Cao Wei opened the Samadhi Tower and asked her a soul-searching question: "Jingru, tell me, our family has so much money, but someone died and the money was not spent. How does it feel?"

From then on, Qin Jingru was no longer stingy and spent lavishly every time she bought something.

Then, Qin Jingru discovered in despair that she could not spend all the money. She did some calculations and found that what seemed like outrageous shopping in the eyes of ordinary people would cost her almost all the money if she stood there in a daze for one minute at her house.

She just became a Buddhist.

"Mom, this is too much." Ji Fufu's mouth twitched slightly as she looked at the clothes piled randomly on the ground. If she hadn't seen the brand, she would have thought they were bought from a wholesale market.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if there are more. These were bought by Nian Nian from Hong Kong because she wanted to see the styles. I thought they looked good, so I bought a few more for you to take back. Oh, by the way, there's this too." Qin Jingru took out another small jar and handed it to Ji Fufu.

Ji Fufu didn’t care much about clothes. To be honest, she used to like buying beautiful clothes.

Later on, she became numb to it. Every time Qin Jingru went out to purchase, she would buy a lot of things.

As a result, she now doesn't even have time to count how many beautiful clothes she has in her closet.

What she valued more was the small jar in Qin Jingru's hand.

Don’t underestimate this small jar. It is the favorite thing of all the women in the whole city who know this small jar.

"Thank you, Mom." Ji Fufu took it happily.

"Well, you guys, you should take care of Xiucheng more on weekdays. That brat can't stop working. If your dad hadn't forced him to take one day off every week, he would have wanted to work in the hospital 24 hours a day. This kind of work will shorten his life. If he exhausts himself, that will be troublesome."

"Well, you talk, I talk to him, and he listens."

"Tsk, I have to go talk to her." Qin Jingru pondered for a moment, then walked out the door, pulling Cao Leyao over with her, intending to attack her son together.