Stylistic road

Ren Jing turned the steering wheel skillfully and merged into the flow of traffic. At the end of the year, there were no traffic jams in Beijing. Many outsiders began to go home for the New Year, and there were a lot fewer cars on the road.

"Seeing that, my old lady is still chased by someone, but because of your lustful power, many people are discouraged. It's not that my old lady is not attractive."

"Yes, Ren Nu Xia is a saint of the Sun Moon God Sect. All men in the world love you very much, but Ren Nu Xia, what would you like to eat tonight?" Chen Mingliang put his seat down, turned on the massage function, and was ready to sleep. After a while.

"I want to eat sesame seed mutton soup today." Ren Jing made a new request.

"Then you will be more panicked when kissing at night, and, if you eat meat or garlic, the scent is half less. You can't smell it."

"The beauty of thinking, who is going to kiss you."

The two rushed back while talking gossip. They didn't mention today's episode, and Chen Mingliang was afraid that a child might not be successful.

They had already called the chef at the base, and they were going to eat biscuits and mutton soup tonight.

These requirements are really not a problem.

In Chen Mingliang’s new base, the master also made a stove for baking sesame seeds.In fact, the method is very simple. It is a large iron pan that is turned upside down. The outside is pasted with mud to keep warm. The dough is beaten into a pancake and placed on the inside of the pan. The bottom is simmered with charcoal.

The freshly cooked sesame seed is burnt and fragrant.

While looking at the scenery outside the car, Chen Mingliang was thinking about the fact that when he was in high school, he and Teacher Fenghua ate biscuits and mutton soup.

The bowl of lamb soup can be recalled to the present, the lamb is now more refined, but I don’t know if it still tastes like before.

When I returned to the base, the sesame seeds were already baked in the stove, and the mutton soup was already being made.

To drink lamb soup, add more coriander.

The chef who made this for them was named Hu, the son-in-law of their Chen family, and he was also nepotism.

Lao Hu He can make a lot of traditional snacks. He is a professional in his hometown to make this business. He knows a lot of tricks, such as making biscuits, fried dough sticks, fried twists, etc. The craftsmanship is really good. In fact, Chen Mingliang likes to eat a kind of fried dough sticks. The square noodles are fried in the middle, then they are opened in the middle, filled with eggs, and then re-fried. Locally called egg toads.

Now Lao Hu mainly serves breakfast to the staff at Chen Mingliang's base, and also runs some idle snacks in the gym.

Lao Hu's hands and feet are very quick, and soon he brought a pot of steaming lamb soup, plus a small basket of freshly baked biscuits, and then cut a few cold dishes, such as aspic, such as dumpling, mustard lotus root slices, and pickled. Made peanuts.

This dish is best for drinking.

Chen Mingliang also called Chen Dongfang and Peng Jing to come over, and the four of them ate together, so that they would have more atmosphere.

Fortunately, Peng Jing is accustomed to eating these foods. Peng Jing and his family have similar ways of eating. Lamb steamed buns and Dongshan mutton soup with sesame cakes are different in spring and autumn.

The cold winter night is not cold at all because of the presence of heating. The four people’s talk and laughter are far away, as if they have penetrated the time. Several people are very familiar with each other. I wish the friendship lasting and the years are quiet.

Just watching Peng Jing seem to be a little inconvenient to walk.

"You have it? Why do you look so cumbersome." Ren Jing asked afterwards, wearing thick in winter, but the room is warm, but not dexterous.

"Well, yes, it's been four months, right?" Peng Jing also admitted without ambiguity, there is nothing to hide.

"No, it's too fast! Are you not an actor?"

Ren Jing started to touch Peng Jing's belly as she said, "Below, down, what actually grows up is a small belly. What are you doing so high? You can touch your ribs."

"What do you look at, do you want to touch it too?" Ren Jing finally found the right place, but looking at Chen Mingliang with divine eyes, she began to reprimand these stinky men.

"I just want to touch it. My Eastern brothers won't let me. Isn't this curious about pregnant women? Why do you move so fast? Everything is one step faster. If someone else is not married, you have children."

"We are still not fast enough. Your college roommate is just called fast. His children are starting to go to kindergarten." Peng Jing also knows the magical Gao Lei. After all, these people are all eating together in a circle, Chen Mingliang and Ren. Jing's friends also became friends with each other.

The two women were nagging about starting to nurture their children. They were obviously two inexperienced chicks, and they were talking with gusto. Chen Mingliang also made an exception and took out some wine with Chen Dongfang.

He felt that he had struggled for half his life, but Chen Dongfang was the winner in life.

The national wine tasted differently, the sauce-flavored wine was soft and delicious, and didn't feel spicy, so Ren Jing drank several cups with it.

"Are we going to have a baby too?" Ren Jing saw that Peng Jing was pregnant, and felt empty in her heart, as if even this should be compared.

"Now? But we are not ready yet. Do you want to wait after the 2008 Olympics?"

"Hmph, you know to shirk!"

Drink enough food to think about **.

Chen Mingliang and Ren Jing went directly into their house in the comprehensive base after dinner, and did not even take a shower.

Bringing a little alcohol to cheer up will often last longer.

At a juncture, Chen Mingliang suggested that we should bring TT, "We are also a well-known real estate developer in Beijing. We must take protective measures when entering the construction site. Production progress and safety issues must be grasped every day and always. Moreover, we must grasp with both hands. Both hands must be hard."

Speaking, Chen Mingliang stretched out both hands to grasp production.

"Student Chen, did you catch both hands hard or not?"

"Don't talk, get something."

Ren Jing was annoyed, stood up from the bedside table and pulled out a few TT with bumps and luminous version, and stabbed it with a pin.

"Anyone who is treacherous like a ghost has to drink my old lady's foot wash."

At the end, Chen Mingliang checked the results, but found that it was wrong, "missed! I missed!..."

Ren Jing took the pillow and placed it underneath, and at this juncture she also practiced yoga.

"Call me a woolen thread. I'm still in the safety period."

"But, your posture is not like a safety period, what are you doing?"

Taking a bath and sleeping, what a cigarette is better than a living god, but Chen Mingliang doesn't smoke and wants to sleep, so he is really sleepy. This is determined by physiological characteristics.

Ren Jing still took him to chat.

"Do you think my actions today are naive. It's really in the safety period and my aunt left the day before yesterday. I was just short of breath. Peng Jing has children and I feel so fast! In fact, I also know that now. It’s not appropriate to have children. My current job is not convenient for having children. I still want to continue to be an actor."

"But let's get married."