Since we are middle-aged couples, we can't live without eating and drinking Lazar. I want to have a good aftertaste today. Last Saturday, I talked to Teacher Li about eating.
Actually, I've come to an end recently. I just take this opportunity to be lazy. My laziness is the beginning of dog blood.
On Saturday morning, Miss Li began to send her to badminton class. I lie flat at home, writing, reading and listening to music. Then a gentleman brought her back to prepare Chinese food.
To tell the truth, I have no doubt about his ability to prepare Chinese food, but I hold my breath. In his words, he just wants to wait and see the good show.
Anyone who knows him well knows that pants can't tell right from wrong, and soy sauce and vinegar can't be distinguished in the kitchen. Cooking a meal now is almost as difficult as training a scientist and recreating a satellite.
I asked him if he was sure he could eat takeout. He still doesn't believe it. I shut up!
He began to sweat profusely in the kitchen, and then began to complain all over the sky, saying that he was too tired to play ball last night, and it was too hard to see the baby off today, and now he is busy in the kitchen. I want to plug my ears with headphones.
Then a hundred thousand whys began to float out of the kitchen. How much oil do you put in what? Where is the salt? What bowl does this dish use? Do you want to cover the plate? What kind of soy sauce should I put in?
Ask me if I am upset and irritable, so angry that I don't answer. He didn't get an answer in the kitchen, and he was flustered.
Finally, he came to the conclusion that you will only force people to death.
Finally, I want to sum up that I finally got sick and tried to get you a meal, but I couldn't. This really forces people to leave.
Fortunately, the last two people were not forced to die. Two dishes and one soup were finally cooked by him. Seeing him sweating, I just burst into tears. I sighed and thought it was really difficult to be a shopkeeper who cut a meal! It's really forcing people to go.
Finally, the daughter will judge and summarize. First of all, it is wrong to say that I don't answer questions, but some questions are really childish, such as what bowl to use. Even I won't ask. We both laughed.
Then I tried to say that the idiot life of a gentleman was simply unacceptable. Just when I was talking nonsense, I didn't expect my daughter to ask me again. So what do you think of him? I choked in an instant. It's amazing that my eight-year-old daughter can ask such a profound topic!
Then I began to get lost in thought, yes, why did I secretly love him in the first place? I said it was because he was good at disguise and thick-skinned.
If you ignore him in a quarrel, he will put the back of his hand on your mouth and say why you are so cheeky and kiss his hand after a clear quarrel.
If you ignore him again, he will be even more unscrupulous. He will put his face on your mouth and say that you are still fighting. It's not like you kissed his hand, but now you kissed his face.
You said that this thick-skinned man can compare with him, and the Millennium city wall can't compare with him.
At some point, I'm almost finished eating a meal. I pushed the bowl and continued to lie flat on the sofa. Someone sighed and said, alas, this is really forcing people to die.
I also said, indeed, this meal is really not easy, I'm exhausted!
Since then, middle-aged couples have added another mantra, and if they don't promise, they will start forcing people to die!