Chapter 105
"What's the matter?"
He asked in pure Mandarin.
Shanshan looked at him carefully, he was of mixed blood. The gray-blue eyes are deep, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the brow bone is also high. In the eyebrows and eyes, one can see the gentle and kind temperament of the Chinese people.
No wonder there is some tea golden color in the black hair.
His black hair and gray-blue eyes form a strong sense of impact, forming a unique, cold beauty.
"It's me." Cui Zhexi bravely stood up. He took the picture just now. Don't let the foreign devils misunderstand, but he is actually a half foreign devil, at least a quarter of Asian blood.
"What's your question?" he asked again.
Cui Zhexi hesitated, he has no problem.
Shanshan said, "I just identified the wrong person, I'm sorry." The
man pondered for a while, then looked at Shanshan, "Is that so?"
Shanshan swallowed and nodded.
The man turned around and sat upright again. This time, leaning on the back of the chair, Shanshan felt that he was a little closer to him.
Finally one more painting is auctioned off and the auction is over.
Everyone stands up and prepares to leave.
Many people looked at Mr. Xie vaguely, wanting to know him.
Shanshan and Cui Zhexi got up, ready to go back.
The eight centimeter high heels she wore today felt that she was too tall.
Mr. Xie also stood up, a head taller than Shanshan and even taller than Cui Zhexi. With broad shoulders and long legs, he was dressed in an expensive ink black handmade suit, and his body proportions were excellent.
Cui Zhexi took the initiative to stretch out his right arm and let Shanshan put his hand on his arm.
It is really inconvenient for Shanshan to wear high heels, so his hands fell on Cui Zhexi's white suit.
Mr. Xie glanced at Shanshan's hand on Cui Zhexi's arm, and buttoned his suit with his fingertips.
Shanshan and Cui Zhexi walked ahead and met He Zhizhou and his grandfather.
Shanshan asked them, "Are you going home now?"
He Zhizhou nodded, "Well, I will take grandpa home by high-speed train later."
But he was a little worried that his grandpa's health would not be able to bear it, and today he was really sad and happy.
Shanshan took a look at the old man's face. When he came to Shanghai in the morning, he was in high spirits, but now he is completely depressed. She asked Grandpa He, "Mind if I take your pulse for you?"
Grandpa He is now indifferent to life and death.
He Zhizhou picked up his grandfather's wrist, took Shanshan's pulse, and said to He Zhizhou, "Grandpa had better rest in Shanghai for one night before going back to his hometown."
He Zhizhou nodded, "Okay, let me talk to my parents."
Shanshan said , "If you don't mind, I have a guest room at home."
Cui Zhexi Lala Mountain's environmentally friendly fur, me and me.
Shanshan said to Cui Zhexi, "Cui Zhexi, go home quickly, grandma and parents are sure to be waiting for you, we will see you in a few days."
They talked and walked to the glass hall of the auction house, and people came and went.
Many people recognized Shan Shan them.
And took out his mobile phone to take a picture, "My God! It's Shanshan! Woohoo, what can I do, I saw a living Shanshan!"
Shanshan couldn't laugh or cry, what else could it be if it wasn't alive?
"There are still No. 1 and No. 3. Aww, where is No. 2? Is No. 2 there?"
"Ah, I didn't see No. 2. They must have come to the auction together. Woohoo, Shanshanlian is so small ! The modified cheongsam dress is so pretty too!! Ahhh my sister is not a human being."
"No. 1 and No. 3 put on suits, cleaned them, and looked so extravagant! This is what they look like! They are a hundred times more handsome than those on the island."
"Oh my god, the beggars are actually on the chest Not a pink rose, so coquettish! I like it!"
Cui Zhexi's ears turned red.
There were more and more people watching. Shanshan put on a mask, but Cui Zhexi didn't wear it.
Shanshan and He Zhizhou helped Grandpa He to the elevator, and they got off the elevator to the second floor and got in the car.
Cui Zhexi took their car first and went to the top floor of the hotel.
Cui Zhexi is so unhappy about leaving, why can He Zhizhou accompany Shanshan? Hey, of course he also loves grandma and parents, today is Chinese New Year's Eve, he will definitely go back. It would be great if Shanshan celebrates the New Year in Beijing too.
He pinned Little Rose to the mountain bike.
Shanshan picked it up, "I'll put it in a vase at home."
"Okay." Cui Zhexi was a little happier now, as if he was with them too.
They put Cui Zhexi at the door of the hotel.
He Zhizhou slammed the door shut, feeling relieved, "Finally got out of the car."
Cui Zhexi looked at the rear of the car for a long time before taking the elevator to the top floor of the hotel and taking the helicopter home.
Finding a good angle on the plane, I took a selfie with a melancholy side profile video, and then took some pictures of the clouds outside the window, and sent it to the group, [I’m on the plane, I’m starting to miss you. 】
No one paid attention to him.
Cui Zhexi doesn’t give up, @山外有三, @何大闲人.
After 20 minutes, nothing happened in the group.
Pei Ze jumped out: [Hehe. ]
Then Cui Zhexi and Pei Ze started to fight.
There are three rooms in total, arranged by Shanshan: she will sleep in the master bedroom with Zhao Baiqian at night.
Niu Ben and his wife slept in the same room, and He Zhizhou and his grandfather slept in the same room.
Because I went to the auction in the morning and afternoon, Niu Ben's wife, Sun Miaomiao, arrived at noon and was cooking New Year's Eve dinner with Zhao Baiqian in the kitchen.
When Sun Miaomiao saw Shanshan for the first time, she wiped her hands and came out, "Hi Shanshan, I am Miaomiao, you can call me Sister Sun or Miaomiao.
" Being an executive in a company is a sunny working woman.
Both Sun Miaomiao and Niu Ben are career-oriented, and choosing not to have children, and having children is also unfair to children.
"Hello, Miaomiao, you have worked hard, and I am sorry for coming back so late." Shanshan said apologetically, smelling the aroma of rice.
Sun Miaomiao laughed, "I should be embarrassed to turn your kitchen into a battlefield."
"No."
Shanshan waved his hand.
Sun Miaomiao got acquainted with He Zhizhou and Grandpa He again, Sun Miaomiao looked at He Zhizhou for a while, his eyes lit up, "Ah, I know you, you are number 3."
He Zhizhou scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Actually, I am not that tea."
Several people laughed.
In the afternoon, Zhao Baiqian and Sun Miaomiao hung up their home with red festive objects, such as Chinese knots.
There are more red objects, and there are more people in the family, and the atmosphere of the New Year is getting stronger.
There are also some plastic cutouts that are not attached.
Shanshan said that she will post it with He Zhizhou later.
It's past four o'clock in the afternoon, and Grandpa He was so happy that he didn't eat at noon, but he didn't take any pictures.
Grandpa He is very hungry now, but he is so angry that he can't eat anything else.
Shanshan served him a bowl of winter bamboo shoots and pork ribs soup. It was stewed when she left in the morning, and he would eat it for the New Year's Eve dinner in the evening.
Grandpa He had a bitter face at first, and shook his head and refused to drink, "I can't drink anymore, thank you daughter."
He Zhizhou took Shan Shan's bowl and said to Shan Shan, "Thank you".
Then I took a spoonful of winter bamboo shoots and pork ribs soup, and breathed on my grandfather, the warm scent of winter bamboo shoots and the fresh aroma of pork ribs diffused.
Grandpa He moved his nose and coughed.
He Zhizhou smiled and handed the bowl to Grandpa.
Shan Shan was also hungry, so he went to the kitchen to get a bowl, and couldn't help but gulp down half of it, mainly because he was angry, and none of his tomb objects were photographed, so no one would believe it.
Biting the cartilage of the ribs to vent his anger.
The aroma of stewed pork ribs with winter bamboo shoots spread overbearingly to the kitchen of 1903 next door.
Shan Shan took over as the head chef in the kitchen and started cooking the New Year's Eve dinner. Fortunately, Zhao Baiqian and Sun Miaomiao went to the supermarket to restock at noon, otherwise there would not be enough food for the New Year's Eve dinner tonight.
There were two more people, Shanshan cooked three more dishes, and cooked hometown dishes for He Zhizhou and Grandpa He.
What to cook for the New Year's Eve dinner today, I already thought about it last night.
Zhao Baiqian has already prepared all the dishes needed, and Shan Shan can cook them directly.
Shanshan is going to make authentic fried vegetarian meatballs exclusively for the New Year's Eve dinner.
Niu Ben gave the small video camera to his wife and asked her to take a video and post it on Weibo at night.
The shredded carrots are ready, and the vermicelli are soaked.
"Everyone can make fried vegetarian meatballs, but when they are deep-fried until the heat is just right, pay more attention to the oil temperature."
Shan Shan puts minced carrots and vermicelli into a basin, and puts in salt, monosodium glutamate, chicken essence, thirteen spices and minced ginger Mix well and season.
Mix well together, the red carrots and minced vermicelli make Shanshan's hands very white, and the knuckles are still pink.
Beat in two eggs and mix well, add 50g of flour and mix well.
"It's best to stir in the same direction, just a little sticky." The
stirred dough has a nice color and is greasy.
Then heat up the pot, put in an appropriate amount of vegetable oil, and heat the oil to 70% heat. Fry for 4 minutes.
Shanshan put on fresh-keeping gloves, wrapped the balls one by one, and fried them in a frying pan, with Sun Miaomiao helping.
Then take them all out, drain the oil, and fry them for the second time. "Many people don't know how to fry them for the second time .
"
can be fished out.
The authentic Chinese New Year meatballs are crispy and crispy.
A few people tasted one, and it was crispy and crispy on the outside, but tender on the inside. It was the first time for Sun Miaomiao to eat the dishes made by Shanshan and raised her thumbs up.
"It's so fragrant!"
Mr. He smelled the smell, Shanshan picked up four or five, and asked them to eat first.
Niu Ben quickly edited the video and posted it on Weibo, [Tonight's New Year's Eve dinner, Shanshan invites everyone to eat fried vegetarian meatballs. ]
Fans commented in seconds [First take the pit, look at the main picture and you will know that it is crispy and crispy! ! ! Can I go to Shanshanjia for New Year's Eve dinner? ]
[Aww, the manager's family is celebrating the new year with Shanshan! so good so good! 】
Fans are still worried that Shanshan will be alone during the Chinese New Year and feel very lonely. In the video, the manager’s wife and assistant appear. With so many people accompanying Shanshan, he will not be lonely during the Chinese New Year!
[Hey, do it right away, and show my parents a hand at the New Year's Eve dinner. ]
[Happy New Year! Watch the Spring Festival Gala together in the evening. 】
Shanshan cooked seven dishes, came out to rest for a while, and drank saliva.
Grandpa He wrote a couplet at the desk and asked He Zhizhou to paste it.
Grandpa He's words are millions of words, of course, my family doesn't think so.
Shanshan searched at home, but couldn't find the paste, so she went to the kitchen, made some paste with flour, and went out with He Zhizhou to paste couplets.
Niu Ben flipped through his mobile phone, went out with them, and suddenly said, "Shanshan, that foreigner of mixed race, seems to want all the antiques photographed today to be donated to your museum. Because I couldn't find the address of the museum, I seem to be contacting the president, asking Your mailbox."
He Zhizhou was holding a couplet, and Shan Shan was holding a bowl of paste.
"Donate to my museum?" Shanshan's brain crashed, "4 billion?"
"The foreigner?" He Zhizhou stepped on a chair, holding up a couplet, and said loudly, "The foreigner donated all the photos taken today to Shanshan's museum." ?”
Suddenly felt a chill, and the cold wind was blowing.
The door of 1904 on the opposite side was open, and the mixed-race foreigner, at the door of 1904, took advantage of his height and long legs to post couplets by himself.
The two doors of 1901 and 1904 formed air convection, and a couplet that Mr. Xie just posted was overwhelmed and floated to the foot of the mountain.
This couplet is particularly awkward. There is an icon of China Telecom at the bottom, which was sent by China Telecom.