GBP Chapter 137 Porter
Chapter 137 Porter
After teasing the cute Ding Xiaoyang for a while, Jiang Weimin walked home with Jiang Yafei.
"Jiang Yafei, what have you been doing at home during this period?"
"I am participating in pre-service training with my classmates!
I was supposed to go to training today, but when I heard you were coming back,
So I took a special leave to come to the dock to pick you up, otherwise there would be no one to pick you up today!"
Jiang Weimin heard that Jiang Yafei had already started pre-service training, and then asked.
"Jiang Yafei, have you decided to serve as a soldier on the island? Are there any vacancies for recruiting soldiers on the island now?"
“Yeah, Dad said that after this festival, there should be a spot available.
And I think it’s pretty good to be a soldier on the island. It’s very close to home and I can come back to visit you anytime and anywhere.”
Jiang Weimin was silent for a moment, then he said earnestly: "Well, since you have decided to join the army, you should read more of the books you studied in high school on weekdays."
"Hey, I'm already a soldier, why am I still reading those books?"
"Jiang Yafei, don't you realize that society has changed?
Many cultural figures who had suffered unfair treatment have been rehabilitated.
Moreover, if a country wants to achieve long-term development and prosperity, it absolutely cannot do without these people with profound knowledge and outstanding talents.
In my opinion, the college entrance examination system will definitely be restored in the future."
"Why should I go to college when I'm already in the army? Don't I still have to find a job after college? Is it necessary to go through so much trouble?"
"Let me tell you this! Serving as a soldier on the island for 10 years under your father's protection is not as good as graduating from college and getting a higher position."
"It's not a big deal. Let's wait until the college entrance examination is resumed."
Jiang Weimin didn't say anything else. After all, you can't become fat in one bite.
Jiang Yaning finished his morning classes and returned home first.
Not long after, Anjie also came back from school.
As soon as he saw An Jie coming back, Jiang Weimin immediately started complaining: "Mom, why didn't you pick me up at the dock?"
An Jie glared at Jiang Weimin and replied unhappily, "Kid, you've been to Qingdao so many times, do I have to pick you up every time?
You are a grown man now, can't you walk back by yourself? Besides, haven't your aunt and Yafei already been there? "
"But there are too many things and we don't have enough manpower!"
Hearing this, Anjie couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You dare to make me your porter?"
Jiang Weimin quickly shook his head and waved his hands, saying with a playful smile: "Mom, you are not my porter.
You are the porter for my father and your two lovely daughters. Most of the things I brought back are from them!"
"There's nothing of mine!"
"Yes, two cans of coffee given by the publishing house as a Mid-Autumn Festival gift."
"Okay! For the sake of coffee, I'll be your porter next time!"
Just then, Jiang Defu walked into the living room and asked curiously, "Who is the porter?"
Jiang Weimin hurried over to him, "Dad, I'm your porter! I brought you a whole box of Moutai from Qingdao!"
Jiang Defu's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Is it true? Let me take a look, where is it?"
"Dad, I put it in the storeroom."
Jiang Defu nodded and said, "Well, okay! Let's go and watch it after dinner!"
However, Jiang Yafei on the side suddenly interrupted and said, "Dad, Jiang Weimin not only brought you wine, but also sent a box to my uncle!"
After hearing this, Jiang Defu snorted in dissatisfaction: "Why give it to him! Can he drink such good wine?"
"Dad, I'll go get the things back!" Jiang Weimin said with a smile on his face.
Jiang Defu heard this, a sly look flashed in his eyes, and he urged: "Go quickly and come back quickly! Bring the wine back quickly. It would be such a waste if he drinks such good wine!"
Jiang Weimin never expected that he would be outwitted by Jiang Defu. But he felt that he must not show weakness at this moment.
After all, even if I go to find Ding Jiqun, he probably won't be too embarrassed to say anything more, right?
Thinking of this, Jiang Weimin stood up resolutely, walked out the door, and responded: "Okay, Dad, don't worry!"
An Jie on the side hurriedly spoke up to stop him: "Come on, Weimin, don't go. It's embarrassing enough!"
Jiang Defu didn't care. He stiffened his neck and retorted, "I don't care if it's embarrassing! The Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. As my brother-in-law, he should give me a gift!"
An Jie shook his head helplessly and said unhappily, "This is what Wei Min specially brought to honor his uncle. What does it have to do with you?"
Seeing this, Jiang Defu waved his hands and said magnanimously: "Forget it, forget it, he is lucky, let him take advantage this time. Come on, let's eat first!"
After saying that, Jiang Defu sat down at the dining table and glanced at the dazzling array of dishes on the table, especially the roast chicken with its tempting color and fragrant aroma.
I couldn't help but exclaimed: "Wow, this lunch is really sumptuous! There's even roast chicken!"
"Dad, this roast chicken was brought back from Qingdao by my third brother, and he cooked this meal himself!"
After hearing this, Jiang Defu picked up a piece of food with chopsticks, put it into his mouth and chewed it carefully.
After a moment, he nodded and praised: "Well, it tastes really good, but compared to your mother's cooking skills... it's still a little inferior!"
"The food my mother cooks is the best. It is full of the taste of home."
Jiang Defu suddenly realized, "That's right, after what you said, I also feel that Wei Min's cooking seems to be missing something. It turns out that it lacks the taste of home!"
At this time, An Jie spoke up and expressed his opinion: "In my opinion, Wei Min's cooking is better!
Weimin is now a painter, and the dishes he cooks have an artistic flavor. Please taste them carefully."
Jiang Defu, Jiang Yafei and Jiang Yaning were bewildered after hearing this, but they still followed An Jie's instructions and foolishly picked up a piece of food with their chopsticks, put it in their mouths, chewed it, and carefully savored the taste.
After a while, Jiang Yaning couldn't help but grumble: "Mom, why can't I taste anything!"
Immediately afterwards, Jiang Yafei also shook her head, indicating that she also did not feel the so-called artistic flavor.
“This feeling may not be something you can experience all at once; it may take a long time of sedimentation and accumulation to comprehend.
If you really can't taste it, let Weimin wait a few more days, one day he will be able to taste the mystery."
Hearing this, Jiang Yaning nodded as if waking up from a dream: "So that's how it is!"
Jiang Yafei on the side suddenly reacted, pointed at Jiang Yaning and laughed: "Haha, Yaning, you are so stupid! Mom obviously wants to be lazy and doesn't want to cook."
Having his thoughts exposed, An Jie scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about, you naughty little girl!"
For a time, the room was filled with laughter and laughter.