Great Power

As the car turned from St. Paul Street to the garage door, Zheng Jianguo picked up the remote control under the windshield and pressed it, then parked the car after the closed garage door opened.

Yang Na looked at the rolling shutter door that rose behind her and slowly closed. After looking around, she found that there were still doors on the left and right in this huge garage. The layout of the house before it appeared in her mind, it felt like When blocking the wall, he said, "Where does that door go?"

"There is a corner downstairs set up over there to go to the basement, but a key is needed."

Zheng Jianguo got out of the car and lifted the suitcase in the trunk, shook the heavy and heavy suitcase towards Yang Na and said: "I feel like adding four wheels and a telescopic pull rod to this box. It will sell well."

"What lever?"

Yang Na looked at the big suitcase that Zheng Jianguo put down. This suitcase was used by Quentin Cowen back then. She resisted this time when she didn't want to throw it away, thinking that he had an opinion on the suitcase: " This is what my dad often uses—"

"I'm talking about adding two telescopic rods to this position, and then connecting them with a handle. After they are pulled out, they are just above the waist of the person, and then they are pulled when walking, so that the box and the wheels become a corner. , Can be dragged away-how do you feel?"

Zheng Jianguo took the box in his hand and gestured, and found that Yang Na had listened to it. He picked up the box and went to the door on the left, took out the key and opened the door and entered the house. Yang Na turned around to look at Quentin Ke Wen quickly said: "Mom, how do you feel about his thoughts?"

"I think you have to be better~"

Glancing at his baby girl quietly, Quentin Cowen did not conceal his worry: "You said before. He is a very good person. Have you found his shortcomings?"

"No~"

Yang Na opened her mouth with disapproval, and she saw Quentin Cowen with a smile: "That proves that you are no different from other girls in love."

"Hi, Serena, when you come to the house and talk to auntie—"

Zheng Jianguo opened the door and saw that the two were still talking, and he took them to the living room and said: "The door will be automatically locked after it is closed, and then you need to take the key to open it, and I will pour you water—"

"Unexpectedly, as I told you, the decoration style of this house is really light-colored with large white space. In the afternoon, my mother and I went to look at the furniture. Are you going?"

Looking at the succinct living room, Yang Na felt that the two still have a lot in common in appreciating abilities. She thought about complimenting as long as it's not too ugly. She didn't think she would fall in love with this feeling just by standing in the living room. : "Forget it, you have to pick up people this afternoon, so I won't take you there — do I still have Coke chicken wings at home? I want to eat Coke chicken wings and rice!"

"Then you rest, I'll do it for you—"

Remembering that these two recent meals were solved with fast food on the plane, Zheng Jianguo went to the nearby kitchen to find out the rice, and when he neatly added Coke to the pot and put the lid on, Yang Na was already I took Quentin Cowen around twice: "The sound insulation of each room is so good, what if it is for people to eat?"

"Knock on the door~"

Zheng Jianguo had planned it a long time ago. Taking advantage of the coke chicken wings in the pot to collect the juice, he opened the lid in front of the pot and looked at it. He turned his head and said: "The seafood is gone, I will stew ribs for both of you—— "

"All meat? Needless to say, there are no vegetables?"

Yang Na said that when she opened the refrigerator in front of her, she looked at the meat in addition to apples and tomatoes, and nodded and said, "You rely on this to supplement vitamins?"

"Yes, when I cook, I always cook meat dishes. I usually eat it before and after get off work, and occasionally drink some coffee in class~"

Facing Yang Na, Zheng Jianguo did not conceal his eating habits. After saying that, he raised his arms and put on a toned look, raised his eyebrows and said, "You didn't realize that I have grown a little bit taller recently, and have gained a little weight. ?"

"Ha, stinky~"

Seeing Zheng Jianguo’s unusually weird look, Yang Na couldn’t help but look vigilantly behind her face, and then turned her head back when she found her mother was not there, “You are not allowed to do this in front of my mother. Maturity is coming—"

"Why didn't your dad come? Didn't you say they came together?"

Zheng Jianguo smiled. Of course he knows that this look is a bit subverting the previous image in Yang Na's mind. After all, it is the experience of living with Fan Dailin and her for a whole year: "Nothing, right?"

"It's fine if nothing is wrong. Among the newly recruited workers in my dad's garment factory, several illegal households were discovered by the immigration bureau. Those few people have recently ran over from the Republic. It is said that they were still there when they crossed the mountains. Kill people."

Facing Zheng Jianguo’s smile, Yang Na also said what made Yang Yuanming anxious, and finally shrugged and said: "I told him that he should not hire illegal immigrants to save labor costs, but you know. , He could not accept my suggestion only from his self-esteem—"

"And still at this time—"

Nodded, Zheng Jianguo quite understands Yang Na’s helplessness, and this is the reason why he didn’t point to Zheng Fugui and Du Xiaomei, and waited until they couldn’t solve it before helping him: "Since your father has considered Labor cost, it can be set up in a domestic factory for production. Just like the luggage with trolleys I mentioned earlier, domestic labor costs can be used to maximize benefits—"

"Are you willing to cede this patent to him?"

Yang Na blinked her long slender eyelids, her brown eyes fell on Zheng Jianguo's face. She knew that this boyfriend valued money, but as far as she knew, she had not I have seen: "This should be a big number."

"According to our tradition, this is considered a bride price, right?"

Zheng Jianguo spoke subconsciously, not wanting Yang Na's delicate face to suddenly turn red, stepped forward on her tiptoe and chirped him, then quickly pulled away and smiled: "Then I will thank you for him."

"Well, this thank you gift is not bad~"

After reminiscing about the fragrance between his nose, Zheng Jianguo saw Quentin coming in at the door of the kitchen. He quickly turned around and looked at the squeaky pot, picked up the lid to see that the juice collection was completed, and opened it. The drawer in the cooker took out the plate and quickly put it aside, listening to the rice cooker also clicked at this moment, the indicator light jumped from the steaming rice to the insulation.

"Is it all right?"

Yang Na, who found that Zheng Jianguo was strange, turned her head and glanced at her mother. After turning around, she wanted to turn it on before the rice cooker, so she listened to him and said, "Simmer for another five minutes, so that the rice will be more delicious."

"Jingle Bell--"

Before Zheng Jianguo's words fell, the phone rang at the door of the kitchen, and Yang Na looked around and said, "Go answer the phone, and just leave it to me here~"

"Well, that's why I pulled the extension phone into several main rooms."

He smiled and saw that the ribs in the stew pot were not ready. He pointed to the closet and said, "Take out the dishes and chopsticks inside and wash them. I haven't washed them yet--"

After explaining Yang Na, Zheng Jianguo picked up the phone that was still ringing, and heard a voice from inside: "Jianguo, have you cooked for Yang Na? We're going to have dinner~"

"Just do a little more, come here."

Knowing that Fan Dailin was settling in and was about to come and eat rice, Zheng Jianguo didn't feel surprised. He steamed the rice in the direction of Duoli. If he couldn't eat the rest, he would use bacon and ham to fry it, and add more. Yang Na and her mother, so the rice is prepared enough, the most is to cook another dish: "No.53 St. Paul Street, Yang Na is at home, I have to go out—"

"You go to work for you, let Yang Na greet me, there are no outsiders anyway~"

Fan Dailin did not respond to herself as an outsider. Zheng Jianguo hung up the phone and looked at Yang Na, who was about to start the pot, and said: "Sister Fan and the others are going to come over and eat, I will cook another tomato egg soup and potatoes. Gou beef."

"Just have ribs soup, just make a potato beef stew. If you don't have enough to eat, it will be good for dinner~"

Seeing that Zheng Jianguo didn’t want to order takeaways, Yang Na thought he would live on takeaways like other young people after he had the money, but quickly saw him run into the basement and touch a few potatoes. After washing and beating the skins, I took out two steaks that looked like snowflakes from the refrigerator. My eyes flashed by the price on the crisper: "Wagyu?"

"I heard that this level of charcoal grilling is the best. Of course, you can buy it for eating. There is no difference between shabu and stew—"

Zheng Jianguo quickly removed the transparent packaging on the beef, and he touched the meat and felt that it was really expensive. I don't know if it is a preconceived psychological suggestion or there is a real difference. Just looking at the pattern on it can feel the difference. Of course, I can’t escape the fate of being stewed at this moment: "I also saw it in the supermarket last time. I thought I hadn’t tasted it and bought four yuan. Now there are only two yuan left. It’s time to replenish the reserve. when."

"I thought you would rely on this frying and cooking if you were okay. Last time I had it during my internship in the hospital. It feels a pity to stew now. Shabu-shabu is better than this, but I haven't eaten it. Potatoes stewed with beef--"

Yang Na looked at Zheng Jianguo's busy work with a little regret, and of course she agreed with the dish he was cooking in the end: "Today is a taste of it~"

"Originally it was just a taster, I am not willing to eat like this every day, a piece of steak can make me eat Kaifeng food for a week——"

As mentioned above, Zheng Jianguo is still in the upstart stage at this time. The requirement for food is to have meat all at once. As for the quality of meat, he does not have the energy to distinguish it. According to his own thoughts, Most people in China can't eat a few meals a month: "I became a VIP member at the Kaifeng dish in the cafeteria."

Massachusetts General Hospital provides working meals, but even if it’s a good day like Zheng Jianguo, it’s just three days after eating and it’s too much. Every meal is a pizza without a meat star: "It's hard to believe you have eaten so long before."

"Some food is good. When you say that, I still miss my busy feet at the time, but I am not comfortable with your current MD and PhD status. I go to get off work at a fixed time every day, and I do research every week. Time, do you know why Pliny's head is bald like that? He's a resident in his third year—"

Yang Na glanced at Zheng Jianguo and saw how aggressively he was holding a knife to cut beef and potatoes. She felt that this product might have been eaten like this at home, otherwise the knifeman would definitely not be so neat: "He was in the first year. Just work 90 hours a week. This is why Nathan asked you to follow him. He is a very enthusiastic doctor. This is very different from other doctors—"

"Well, after what you said, I remember that you were too busy every week and didn't have much time to clean up—"

Throwing the sliced ​​potato pieces into the basket and washing them in the sink, Zheng Jianguo realized that he had forgotten that this sister was barely able to see people every day at the time. It took a day to see when she left in the morning. He didn’t want to stay behind. Quentin Cowen, whose silence is golden, said: "Zheng, did you live with Fan Dailin and other girls at the time?"

"Auntie, according to your statement, there is some ambiguity in it. To be precise, everyone lives in different rooms under the same roof. They just share a living room, kitchen and bathroom—"

Of course, Zheng Jianguo knew what the mother-in-law’s focus was, and she knew she had a better understanding of Eastern culture. He immediately shrugged and then continued to work: "At that time, everyone's living standards were not good."

"I know this. I've been to the place where you lived before, Van Dailin's house on Beacon Street, before you came to America—"

Quentin Cowin nodded and said that he had seen Yang Na next to him. He turned around and left the kitchen for himself. The two remaining two looked at each other, but Yang Na felt that the atmosphere suddenly changed a little ambiguous, wanting When he stepped back and avoided, Zheng Jianguo had already probed over and chirped: "Your mother takes you very tightly—"

"Ha, you are called a sneak attack~"

Yang Na subconsciously stepped back two steps, her delicate face was full of alertness, and then she heard a doorbell suddenly sounded in the kitchen: "Dingdong——"

"You brought a horn to the door bell?"

Yang Na instantly opened her eyes and said, Zheng Jianguo nodded and didn't go any further. Instead, she turned around and looked at the hot pot and said, "It should be Fan Dailin and the others here. Go out and receive it. You can start cooking with this stew—"

"Ding Dong—"

Before Zheng Jianguo's voice was over, the doorbell rang again. Yang Na nodded while watching the smoke coming from the pot. She doesn't know how to cook beef stew with potatoes: "Well then—"

"Zheng, there is a guest at the door——"

Yang Na turned around and went to the kitchen door. Quentin Cowin had already seen her. The former said, "The pot is burning hot. I will see if it is Fan Dailin and others. We have eaten and went out for a walk. It happened that she is more familiar than me. There was a lot of money, but I didn’t have much time to go shopping at the time. Fan Dailin had been an assistant teacher for at least two years—"