Transmigrated to Twenty Years Ago and Adopted Myself

    Hehua Gaoyuan is considered to be a good neighborhood with top-notch facilities and properties in the current location of Hongcheng. It is so good that some aunts and uncles will stop and sigh when they pass by while shopping for food.

    However, no matter how high-end a good neighborhood is, there are old women who use their gardens as vegetable fields. This is a fine tradition of frugality and hard work.

    Across Jiang Wang’s house, there is a house seven or eight away, probably because the children have gone to do business outside the province, and only one grandmother Feng guards the huge house.

    Mother-in-law Feng chose to turn the soil and cultivate the soil, first set up a vegetable rack that can wrap around the pumpkin, loofah, cucumber, and then plant some Chinese cabbage and round head radishes in the two fields next to it.

    Then go to water and fertilize day and night, and take care of it hard.

    She probably guessed that chickens and ducks are not allowed here, after all, it is too noisy, and it is easy to get out of the fence and **** everywhere.

    After thinking about it, I actually picked up a little lamb from the countryside and named it Tuan Tuan.

    Not long after the lamb was weaned, she strolled in the small yard when the weather was fine and the sun was good, and occasionally went to the vegetable field to eat weeds. If it is raining and windy, he will walk with his little hoofs into the sheep shed made of bamboo boards to avoid it, and sleep peacefully in the thatch pile for a long time.

    The property was worried about the old lady raising chickens, ducks and geese, but she didn't expect her to bring a lamb, so she could only bite the bullet and discuss.

     "When this sheep grows up, it still has to be taken away, otherwise one day something happens and you feel sad, don't you?"

    Mother Feng promised again and again that she would hold the lamb in her arms like a grandson for a long time after returning home.

    Peng Xingwang especially likes lambs. He found it on the first day he moved. Later, he went to say hello to him when he went to school and after school.

    On the weekends, I went to see it when I had nothing to do. First, I was chopping the fence. Later, the old lady knew him well and gave him a key to the courtyard to help take care of it.

    Jiang Wang was afraid that the children would cause trouble for the elderly living alone, so he brought a basket of fruit over to visit and apologize. The old woman smiled and told them not to be cautious.

    "I'm alone, and I'm very happy to see you all. Come here often."

     Jiang Wang became less emotional when he grew up, but occasionally he would accompany Peng Xingwang over to help the old lady water and clean the yard, and sat in the sunset to feed the sheep for a long time.

    Xingwang later heard the news from the property, and she would be a little nervous when she went to see the group again.

    "You have to eat slower and grow slower."

    "Don't grow too fast."

    He probably thought of his experience when he almost thought he was going to have his kidney cut off, and resonated with these two sentences.

    Jiang Wang didn't say anything at that time, until when he and Xingwang walked home, he said a word out of nowhere before opening the door.

    "You also eat slower and grow slower."

    The child tilted his head: "Huh?"

    Ji Linqiu just opened the door and came out to take out the garbage, and glanced curiously: "What are you talking about?"

    The child also wondered: "I don't know."

    Mr. Ji smiled and motioned them to come to the kitchen together.

    "Your secretary has already delivered the mixer, oven, and raw materials. I bought three copies of the ingredients on purpose, so that you might mess it up. It's still early. Let's try?"

    Jiang Wang was slightly dissatisfied: "Two is enough, I am so Bingxuecong..."

    Ji Linqiu backhanded and handed out two pieces of A4 paper: "It's a bit complicated, can you see?"

    Jiang Wang silently read ten lines.

    "Mr. Ji... let's do it together?"

    Ji Linqiu had already expected it, and put on an apron with him.

    October is approaching, and the cold air is silently coming from the mountains and forests, bleak and penetrating, and it is easy to catch a cold when it blows.

    Jiang Wangtu was comfortable, so he went back to his room and changed into a set of pajamas before coming out to wear an apron.

    The two looked at each other, inexplicably feeling that the other was soft and easy to pinch.

    Jiang Wang is tall and stretched, wearing dark gray plush pajamas, like he has not graduated from college, his sense of aggression when doing business has been greatly reduced.

    Ji Linqiu wears a light brown wool sweater. The sweater looks very soft, and the broken hair falls on the side of the ear. It looks very comfortable to hold.

    Jiang Wang couldn't help but take another look, his eyes fell on the white jade on his right wrist.

    “It’s easy to get dirty when making desserts, do you want to pick them?”

    Ji Linqiu raised his hand and shook his head: "No, I will be careful."

    Jiang Wang looked at the jade and found that it was in good condition.

    I used to visit my teacher when I was a kid, but I didn't look at this pendant carefully.

    "A downstream seed?"

    "You understand very well." Ji Linqiu showed his wrist in front of him, and when he mentioned the suet jade, he missed it: "My father brought it back to me when he went to teach in Xinjiang. I have been wearing it until now."

    "So he's also a teacher?"

    "Well, a professor of physics at the university, after retiring, he returned to teach middle school students in his hometown in the next province, and won't be idle." Ji Linqiu thought that Jiang Wang had visited him a few times before, and couldn't help but subconsciously defend.

    "My dad... looks like a sick seedling after he fell ill. In fact, he used to be very healthy and liked to swim in winter. But teaching... It's too easy to get sick."

    Jiang Wang suddenly realized something.

    If he hadn't come back, he wouldn't have brought Ji Linqiu there in the middle of the night to help his father find a good bed, would things have gone another way?

    The man pulled back his thoughts, as if to protect the secret, and diverted the topic.

    "The condition is very good, can I touch it?"

    "Of course."

    Ji Linqiu scrutinized his father's teaching that 'a gentleman has nothing to do, and jade never leaves his body', so he just moved forward and put his palm in front of his palm.

    Jiang forgot the tricks taught by his friends before, and carefully touched the jade on his wrist.

    Warm and smooth, smooth and clear.

    Ji Linqiu bit her lip inexplicably, as if to hold back some provocation.

    Jiang Wang sincerely envied that he had his father wearing jade all the time, and he didn't pay attention to Ji Linqiu's expression, so he pulled back his hand to tie the apron.

    "Hey...one day I'll give Peng Xingwang a piece."

    Buy yourself a weird one.

    Ji Linqiu realized his absence and quickly responded.

    Inner self-warning when wearing an apron.

    What do you think about all day long.

    Chocolate Melaleuca is simple and simple.

    After the crepes are made with batter, they are fried layer by layer, like a wholesale pancake fruit.

    Ji Linqiu's translation is very detailed, from how much fine sugar and whipped cream should be stirred, to how many batches should be sifted in, and how many seconds should the batter be baked on a small fire, all written in great detail

    Jiang Wang compared the front and back sheets of paper and found something.

    "The original eight-page paper was translated into English, can it be shrunk into two pages?"

    "Not really," Ji Linqiu pointed forward two paragraphs: "From here to the back, we are talking about the origin of this cake."

    "This shape originally came from the Hungarian city of Szeged, and was redesigned by Cafedeelapaix next to the Paris Opera, and repackaged two years ago under the name qtsFeuille, which means five hundred layers of cake. "

    Ji Linqiu speaks French very well, even if she just recites a string of words alone, she seems to be at ease and brisk.

    Jiang Wang was caught by this, looked at him and said, "You can speak French?"

    Ji Linqiu held back a smile and read to him a long paragraph in French on one of the pages, elegantly and casually.

    "When you handed me the information yourself, did you not look carefully at what language it was?"

    Jiang Wang was dumbfounded: "I still wonder why there are so many pinyin in this English."

    Peng Xingwang sat not far away to do his homework, he heard the voice and mixed in: "Mr. Ji is so handsome! I want to learn too!"

    Ji Linqiu was praised so that her eyes curled, and she continued to tell them two more.

    “This French coffee shop has purposely created a selling point. Not only does this cake come in six flavors, but it changes every month so that it can bring freshness to customers.”

    Jiang Wang had already heard the cash cow ringing.

    "They make six, so we can make twelve."

    Ji Linqiu thought he was joking; "Where did you get so much?"

    "Chocolate, strawberry, matcha, mango, kiwi, meat floss." Jiang Wang thought very fast, counting his fingers for him: "Durian, sea salt milk cap, Oreo, soy milk, dragon fruit , and another red velvet cherries, is that enough?"

    Ji Linqiu didn't expect this at all, and said in surprise: "Can durian still be made into cake?"

    Jiang Wang subconsciously wanted to say that twenty years later, the streets will be filled with durian desserts, but he stopped the topic and nodded quickly.

    He suddenly felt sorry.

    I really want to take you twenty years from now.

    The desserts are delicious, there are high-speed trains everywhere, and the schools are advanced and open.

    The world there must be good for you too.

    Ji Linqiu put her previous experience of baking scallion pancakes here and overturned the car as expected.

    The first one is battered, the second one is more than half broken, and the third one is still raw in the middle.

    The fourth card overturned, and finally laughed and cursed.

    Jiang forgot to add sugar and turned his head to look at him, then forgot how many spoonfuls he added.

    Ji Linqiu was still open-minded when he looked at him: "What's the matter?"

    "It's very charming," Jiang Wang praised knowingly: "It's nice to scold, I will scold more in the future."

    Ji Linqiu thought that we were both weirdos, so he took a breath and continued to accompany him on pancakes.

    Fortunately, I finally remembered to read the instructions later, and said to turn on a low fire, so I spread out a lot of them in a frying pan, and stacked them with Jiang Wang.

    When it reached twenty-five layers, the cake wobbled like an earthen fort built of cream and soft cakes.

    Ji Linqiu used a scraper to carefully handle the cream on the edge, and sprinkled a layer of light icing sugar.

    "Insert a gold velvet shop logo, and some people believe it is imported from France." He laughed.

    Jiang Wang looked at the thin layer of cocoa butter on the back of his finger.

    The cream goes up and down with the movement of the knuckles, which is especially dazzling.

    The man clicked his tongue.

    I really want to lick it off.