Chapter 897 897. What is the effect?
Professor Song’s dormitory is larger.
It is 50 square meters with two rooms and one living room. Although it looks empty now, the layout is quite regular. Although it was cold, the sunshine was nice, and Grandma Tang took a liking to it at first glance:
“Oh, this is great! I’ve looked at a lot of new home furnishings online, and I’m worried that I don’t have any place to use them.”
The old couple live in an old community. The lot size is not big, but the house type is too old.
The house layout is also old-fashioned, not to mention the decoration. Let's reinstall it. I've been living here for so many years and I don't want to make a big move.
But don’t pretend, I’m excited to see the various styles of young people on the Internet.
Besides, the couple’s struggle is good, but the current national situation is that those who make atomic bombs are not as good as those who sell tea eggs, and they really don’t have much money. It would be unrealistic to just spend money to buy another set.
Nowadays, there is a ready-made semi-prefabricated house with only flooring, water, electricity and whitewashing. It is just suitable for the mentality of the old lady who does not want to go all out to cut the walls and smash the floor, and can change the furnishings at will according to the style.
Regardless of whether she was really happy or had such emotional intelligence, Song Tan was extremely satisfied. At this moment, he patted his chest and promised:
“If you want to buy any furniture or furnishings, just tell me and we’ll pay for it! When the goods arrive, I’ll go to town to bring them back, and you don’t have to worry about installing them. Young guys like these can always be used!”
With Professor Song’s qualifications, he will not be able to arrange everything carefully wherever he goes! This rough house of hers is all about giving in.
Professor Song is also accustomed to what Song Tan said - even though he lives a very simple life in the Tianshan Mountains and underground, nowadays, when conducting research, funding is indispensable.
If you want funds, what kind of scenes have you never seen before?
He is not polite now: "Okay! Let your Grandma Tang arrange it! Just arrange the meals!"
That’s necessary!
Qiaoqiao then said "Ah": "Today I am going to make fried chicken with tea oil! I have to go back first."
Professor Song was stunned for a moment, and then he was ecstatic, and then there was wind on his feet: "Did your family kill chickens?"
Song Tan followed behind him unhurriedly:
“Well, kill the little native chicken I bought.”
Professor Song:…
His face was full of disappointment, and his pace slowed down. He also said to Grandma Tang: "You don't know, their pigs and chickens are very energetic and delicious at first sight! I have been thinking about it for a long time!"
As a well-maintained old lady, Grandma Tang said reservedly at this moment: "Why don't I know? I have tasted all the honey and Tremella tea leaves sent back, and I know it well."
Song Tan laughed: "It's not that we don't kill the chickens, but the main reason is that the chickens are still small now, so let's lay eggs first - there are scrambled eggs with chili pepper at noon, can Grandma Tang eat spicy food?"
Grandma Tang smiled softly: "My ancestral home is Sichuan Province - Lao Song, his ancestral home is Jiangsu and Zhejiang. When we were dating, he cooked grilled fish for me with sweet sauce."
His!
The Old Song family collectively gasped!
Grilled fish… Brush with sweet sauce! Why is Professor Song doing this? heresy! heresy!
"That was before, but I can't get used to it now." Professor Song explained: "You see, I ate a lot of spicy food at home before."
That's true. Among other things, he can eat scrambled eggs with chili while sweating and wiping his nose.
On the other hand, Grandma Tang looked at the green vegetable fields in the distance and wondered:
Xin Jun explained at the side: "Our tea trees grow well and have many tea seeds - but we don't really plan on cooking. Both chefs said that it's okay to eat it fresh, but it won't taste good if you eat it for a long time."
"I just picked some some time ago to try to make skin care products. This is the remaining bit, so I just used it for cooking." "Making skin care products?" Grandma Tang, who even painted her eyebrows and lipstick when she went out, only heard this : “What skin care products should I make?”
Xin Jun laughed: "The simple formula provided by the doctor in our village may not be delicate enough for the face, so I only plan to make a batch of hand cream - does Teacher Tang understand it?"
His attitude towards Teacher Tang was extremely respectful. Zhang Yanping took the opportunity to take a look and thought, why are you so calm when someone comes to compete with you?
But I don’t know what Chinese chess and Chinese paintings are, and Xin Jun doesn’t know how to do it either!
One sheep is being herded, two sheep are being driven... Teacher Tang must not care about having more observers, right?
"Why doesn't she understand?" Professor Song interjected: "She loved to be beautiful when she was young. She painted her eyebrows all day long, and spent her dozens of dollars a month on buying Bragi—she went there in 1982. On a business trip to Beicheng, the foreign exchange coupons and wages we saved were all spent by her on a visit to the duty-free shop. "
The old man muttered, obviously full of resentment - he also smoked when he was young!
As a result, I married a beautiful daughter-in-law and dressed up beautifully every day, but I had no money to smoke cigarettes.
Had it not been for the workplace canteen to take care of food, we might still be hungry!
The old lady was quite calm, with a smile on her lips and an ice-cold voice: "Just say you didn't survive, right?"
Professor Song fell silent for a moment.
The old Song family looked at each other and couldn't help but raise the corners of their lips.
However, Grandma Tang did not forget her original intention and still asked: "How is the hand cream?"
Zhang Yanping subconsciously touched his face: "It should be... pretty good, right?"
He raised his mafia boss face: "I painted my face two days ago. Although it doesn't look very white, it feels much more delicate when I touch it."
Grandma Tang twitched the corner of her mouth and subconsciously took a step back, obviously unwilling to touch this face. Instead, he stared at Song Tan with bright eyes: "I just wanted to ask, your skin is so good! It's clear, white and rosy... Do you also use your hand cream?"
Professor Song laughed loudly: "What good thing are you thinking? With her face, even in the summer when she went to the ground with us, she didn't see a single darkening at all - she was born! How can she be like you who always has this pink or that mask every day? The face is smeared."
Song Tan glanced at Professor Song and said sympathetically: "Old Song, it must have been difficult for you to get a wife when you were young, right?"
I never realized how long Professor Song opened his mouth before!
Grandma Tang was not angry: "He was so rude when he was young - tell me quickly how about that hand cream?"
Song Tan laughed and pushed Wu Lan, who was silent beside him, over to him: "Mom, show your hand to Grandma Tang."
Wu Lan stretched out his hand - the hands that work all year round in the countryside. The black color between the fingers of picking tea leaves in spring and summer can never be washed away. When doing some farm work every day, the palms are rough and the back of the hands is black and yellow, and the edges of the nails are also dull. No matter how you nourish your spiritual energy, your hands will not be as effective as your face.
But now, her two hands were put together, one on the left and the other on the right. The difference was really obvious.
The left side is still the same, black and yellow, rough and dry.
The right side is obviously whiter and has a strong gloss. If you touch it, the softness will be very different.
Song Tan showed off and said: "Look! This comparison picture is only applied once at night as a hand mask, and you will see it on our promotional page when you look back!"
Update 2, I still barely caught up.
In 1982, Shanghai really had duty-free shops, but they had to use foreign currency. Take out the newly acquired knowledge and sell it now.
I will continue to pick up the Chinese medicine tomorrow. The queen's immunity is completely compromised, and she has been feeling unwell for twenty days a month since May. She is so irritable.
(End of this chapter)