"Why are you talking to your aunt about me?"

"What's wrong? You can't mention it? Are you still not happy for me to mention it?"

"No. Oops." Li Wulan raised her foot and kicked Zhang Yanming: "I can beat you to death, so just mess with me on purpose."

"Haha." Zhang Yanming smiled, picked up the remote control, turned on the TV, and turned down the sound a little: "Watch TV for a while, and if you feel cold, turn on the air conditioner. Haven't you always wanted to have an air conditioner?"

"Ah? Did you buy it? Where is it?"

"Isn't it on the wall? It's such a big piece and you can't see it?"

"Is this an air conditioner? I thought it was a heater. Why is it different from the one in the hotel?"

"This is wall-mounted. The hotel has central air conditioning. Didn't I tell you?"

Air conditioning is basically a legend in the Northeast at this time, and no one installs it. It's not that they can't afford it, but that they can't use it.

Air conditioners are only equipped in large shopping malls, office buildings, and hotels, and you can't see them, so most people here haven't seen the real thing yet. It's a useless thing.

In winter, there is a heater hanging on the wall, which looks exactly like the air conditioner unit. It is an electric heater. It is very common. No wonder Li Wulan misunderstood it.

"Hey, I really thought it was an electric heater. It looks so similar. This one can also blow hot air? What brand is it?"

"Well, there are both hot and cold winds. Chunlan's."

"I've seen that TV commercial. Isn't Chunlan a motorcycle?"

Zhang Yanming nodded: "There are also motorcycles. Its air conditioner is the best in the country and seventh in the world. The motorcycles are also very powerful."

It seems that Chunlan has gone downhill in the past few years. It diversified and wanted to do everything, and then it stopped doing anything. In the end, even the air-conditioning industry was given up to others.

This was also a common phenomenon among domestic companies during this period. They expanded through diversification, and almost all of them collapsed in the end.

However, at this time in 1996, Chunlan was still quite good, ranking first in the air-conditioning industry, first in motorcycle sales, and real estate was also impressive.

"Have you seen Chunlan's motorcycle?"

"Yeah, it looks good. It costs ten to twenty thousand, and it looks better than Wuyang or something."

Zhang Yanming was a little moved.

He has a lot of experience with motorcycles and likes to ride them, but here in the Northeast, the time he can ride them throughout the year is really short.

"you want?"

"No." Li Wulan shook her head: "I can't ride it, and I can't help it up if it falls."

"You can get a smaller one to ride on in the summer, but here we are, the cold weather is too long. Why don't you learn to drive, and I'll get you a Charade or something like a commuting wheel."

"A car? The one with the round butt? The red one."

"Well, a hatchback is enough for commuting to and from get off work. It's small and convenient."

Li Wulan thought for a while and shook her head: "Forget it, I can't learn. Besides, there is ice and snow everywhere in winter, so I don't dare to do it. I'll just take the car."

"Whatever you want." Zhang Yanming stood up and walked into the study: "You can watch TV, I will check some information online for a while."

As the weather gets colder and colder, it gets dark earlier and earlier. It’s almost five o’clock, and night has enveloped the world. The light at the entrance of the small supermarket shines across the yard on the window of the study, and a plastic shadow is cast in the wind. Twisting inside.

Turn on the antique-like computer and wait for it to slowly boot up.

There is a big difference between the Internet and the year 1996 in memory. It is roughly equivalent to the year 2000 in memory. A lot of things can already be found.

Zhang Yanming doesn't care about political things, they have nothing to do with the people.

He searched about history, looked for celebrities, and looked up information about songs and books. It felt a little weird. It was obviously the same track and the same history and culture, but some things just didn't exist.

Throughout modern history, the closer to 96, the greater the difference. This is a good thing, and it is not a good thing.

The good thing is that some things in memory become exclusive to oneself, but the bad thing is that some aspects of memory really become a dream. Fortunately, the differences are all in culture and technology, and the overall historical process is not much different.

The little princess really ate a little too much. She slept for more than three hours and didn't wake up until after eight o'clock to urinate.

The child didn't feel angry when he got up. He cheered up after making a few confused noises. He got up and ran to pee before climbing onto the sofa: "Auntie, are there any cartoons tonight?"

Li Wulan shook her head: "No, it's only available at six o'clock."

"Alas." The little girl leaned on the sofa helplessly: "It's really hard for children. They can't even watch TV."

Zhang Yanming heard the sound, looked at the time and came out: "Are you awake? It seems that I have to let you eat less at night. If you wake up at this time, will you sleep at night?"

"I'm going to sleep." The little girl said a little embarrassed, "I'll fall asleep again in a little while."

Li Wulan said: "I need to buy something for my child to play with, right? There doesn't seem to be anything to play with, just dolls and books."

Zhang Yanming stretched himself: "As long as she has a book. I'll go and make some hawthorn water for you two to eat. Can you drink something sour or something sweet?"

"sour."

"sour."

The big one and the small one said in unison, looked at each other and laughed.

Zhang Yanming wrinkled his nose. He couldn't eat sour food and liked sweet things. However, he didn't seem to have any say in front of the big and small. Come on, let's just let it be sour.

I went to the kitchen and turned on the stove, filled the stainless steel soup bucket with water and sat on it.

Wash the hawthorns, use a sleeve to remove the core, pick out the hawthorns with obvious scars on the surface and those with insects inside, wash the collected ones and put them in the soup bucket.

I found some dried white fungus, washed it out and didn't dry it out. I just broke it into pieces and threw it into the bucket. I don't have to be too particular about eating it myself.

Then just wait for the time to cook, and the rock sugar will be added later.

Zhang Yanming turned his head and looked at the oven on the other side, wanting to bake some bread. Unfortunately, the house was too old and the wires might not be able to withstand it.

Bread, cakes, tarts, etc. are all good for making breakfast for children, including fried eggs, milk, soy milk, and some cereals.

Would you like some steamed buns?

Sugar cookies?

Spring pancakes rolled with pickles seem to be good too.

pie?

Oops, knowing too many things is a kind of trouble.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiaoyue walked into the kitchen wearing Li Wulan's shoes. She was not given small shoes to wear in the outer hall and kitchen.

"I was thinking about making something delicious tomorrow. What do you want to eat?"

"Anything is fine?" The little girl's eyes lit up.

"Tell me about it." Zhang Yanming didn't dare to finish what he said, because if, if, he were to encounter something he didn't know how to do, he would be embarrassed.

"Hmm..." Zhang Xiaoyue frowned, put her hand on her pursed mouth and rolled her eyes as she thought.

"Soup dumplings. Dad, I want to eat soup dumplings. Grandma's house doesn't sell them."
Chapter completed!