"What did you mention to your aunt?"

"What's wrong? Can't you mention it? Or are you unhappy with me?"

"No. Oops." Li Wulan raised her foot and kicked Zhang Yanming: "You can beat you to death, so I deliberately provoke me."

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

"Ah? Buy it? Where are you?"

"That's not on the wall, you can't see such a big piece?"

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

"This is a wall-mounted hotel, the central air conditioner, haven't you told you."

At this time, the air conditioner in the Northeast is basically a legend. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. No one has home decoration. It’s not that you can’t afford to spend money, but you can’t use it.

Air conditioners are all large shopping malls, office buildings, hotels and restaurants, and they can’t be seen, so most people here have never seen the real thing yet. They are useless awesome things.

In winter, there is a heater hanging on the wall, which looks exactly the same as the air conditioner interior. Electric air is common, so it is no wonder Li Wulan misreads it.

"Hehe, I really think it's electric heating, it looks so similar. This one can also blow hot air? What brand?"

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

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

Zhang Yanming nodded: "There are also motorcycles. It is the number one in the air conditioner in China and the seventh in the world. Motorcycles are also quite powerful."

It seems that it was from these few years that Chunlan has gone downhill...boko                                                                                                                     �

This is also a common phenomenon in domestic enterprises during this period. Diversified expansion and almost all collapsed in the end.

However, in 1996, Chunlan was still quite awesome, the number one in the air conditioning industry, the number one in motorcycle sales, and the real estate industry is also very popular.

"Have you seen Chunlan's motorcycle?"

"Well, it looks good. I say I want 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. It looks better than Wuyang or something."

Zhang Yanming was a little moved.

He has a good feeling about motorcycles and likes to ride them. It's just here in the Northeast. The time he can ride them all year round is really short.

"You want it?"

"No." Li Wulan shook her head: "I can't ride. Ning Xinan remembers to read this site for favorites. The update here is really fast. I can't even help it if it falls."

"It's okay to ride a little bit summer, but we are here, the cold weather is too long. Why don't you learn to drive and get you a Xiali wheel for get off work."

"A car? That butt is round? It's red."

"Well, hatchbacks are enough for commuting and getting off work, and the car body is small and convenient."

Li Wulan thought about it and shook her head: "Forget it, I can't learn it. Besides, there is ice and snow everywhere in winter, so I dare not do it. I will take the bus."

"Whatever you want." Zhang Yanming stood up and walked into the study: "You watch TV, I'll check some information on the Internet."

As the weather gets colder and darker, it gets darker and earlier. It is about five o'clock, and the night has already enveloped the world. The lights at the entrance of the small supermarket cross the yard and shine on the window of the study room. A piece of plastic shadow twists in the wind...,

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

The difference between the Internet and 96 years in memory is a bit big, which is probably equivalent to about 2,000 years in memory, and you can find a lot of things.

Zhang Yanming doesn't care about political things, and that has nothing to do with the people.

He searched for historical related matters, looked for celebrities, and searched for information about songs and books. He felt that it was a bit weird. He clearly had the same trajectory and the same historical and humanities, but some things just didn't exist.

In the entire modern history, the closer the distance is to 96, the greater the difference. This is a good thing, not a good thing.

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

The little princess really ate too much. She slept for more than three hours before she woke up the urine disease at around 8 o'clock.

The child was not angry when he got up. Source of this article: Bokan Novel Network. He was so confused that he became energetic. He got up and ran to pee and came back to climb onto the sofa: "Auntie, are there any cartoons tonight?"

Li Wulan shook her head: "No, there is only then at six o'clock."

"Oh." The little girl leaned helplessly on the sofa: "It's really not easy for a child, it can't even be able to watch TV."

Zhang Yanming heard the voice and looked at the time and walked out: "Are you awake? It seems that you have to eat less at night in the future. Will you still sleep at night when you wake up?"

"I want to sleep." The little girl felt a little embarrassed: "I'll go to bed again in a short while."

Li Wulan said: "You have to buy some fun for your children, right? It seems that there is nothing to play with, just dolls and books."

Zhang Yanming stretched his waist: "It's enough for her to have a book. I'll cook some hawthorn water and give you two to digest food. Drink sour and sweet?"

“Sour.”

“Sour.”

One big and one small voice in unison...boko                                                         �

Zhang Yanming wrinkled his nose. He couldn't eat sour food and liked sweet things. However, he didn't seem to have much say in front of this big and small family. If so, just be sour.

Go to the kitchen to cook the stove, put the stainless steel soup in the bucket and sit on it.

Wash the hawthorn, remove the core with a sleeve, pick out the hawthorn with obvious scars on the surface and insects inside, wash and put them in the soup bucket.

I found some dry tremella to wash it, but I didn't send it. I broke it and threw it into the bucket. I didn't care so much about eating it myself.

Then I waited for the time to cook and the rock sugar had to be added later.

Zhang Yanming turned his head and looked at the oven on the other side. He wanted to bake some bread, but unfortunately the house was too old and the wires were afraid that they could not bear it.

Bread, cake, egg tarts, etc. Ning Xinan remembers to bookmark this site. The update here is really fast. It is good to make breakfast for children, including fried eggs, milk, soy milk, and some cereals.

Do you want to steam some buns?

Sugar cake?

The spring cake rolls and pickles seem to be good.

pie?

Oh, it’s also a kind of distress to know more about things.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Zhang Xiaoyue walked into the kitchen wearing Li Wulan's shoes. She didn't prepare the small shoes she wore in the outer hall and kitchen.

"I'm thinking, what good things to make tomorrow, what do you want to eat?"

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

"Tell me," Zhang Yanming didn't dare to say everything. If he caught up with something he couldn't do, he would be embarrassed.

"Um..." Zhang Xiaoyue frowned and pressed her little hand against her pouting mouth and turned her eyes to think.

"Soup soup buns. Dad, I want to eat sooup soup buns, but there is no one sold at grandma's house."
Chapter completed!