Restaurant in the desert——Echo

Gaokejia

Unfortunately my husband is a foreigner.It is unavoidably exclusive to call my own husband foreigner.But because the language and customs between countries is very different indeed， there is much incommunicability in our marriage life.

Originally when I decided to marry Jose， I clearly told him that we were not only different in nationalities， but also in personalities， and in the future after marriage， we maybe quarrel even maybe fight.He answered： “I know you are not in good temperament， but you have a very good heart.Quarrel or fight might happen， but we still want to get married.”So we finally married after seven years we had known each other.

I am not a supporter of women's liberation movement， but I'm extremely reluctant to lose an independent personality after marriage.So I have repeatedly emphasized， that I still“persist in my old way”after marriage， or else not to get married.Jose then said to me：“I want you just in that way， if you lose your personality， why should I marry you！”Well， a real man's statement which made me comforted.

Not to talk gossip， to housewives， the first thing is the kitchen.I have always quite hated housework， but I am very interested in cooking.A few onions， a few slices of meat， when mixed， fried， they change into a new dish.I really appreciate this art.

Soon after marriage， in kitchen， we all ate Western cuisine.Before long air parcels from hometown flied to me， with vermicelli， seaweed， mushrooms， noodles， dried pork and other precious food.Subjoining canned sauces sent from girlfriend in Europe， my“Family Chinese Restaurant”immediately opened， but unfortunately the only customer is not paying for diners.（Later， friends come to eat in long queues！）

The first dish was“chicken soup boiling vermicelli.”He drank a mouthful and asked me：“Hey， what？ Chinese fine noodles？”“Your mother-in-law sent the noodles for you from thousands of miles away？ No.”“What thing？ Give me a bit more， good， good food.”I used chopsticks to stir up a vermicelli：“This ah， is called ‘rain.”“Rain？”He dumbfounded.I once said， I was free in marriage， so I was pleased to speak with the natural impulse.“This， ah， is the first rain in spring and it falls in the mountains， then frozen ， collectedby aboriginal people， not easy to get！” Jose was still scoping meout， while looking at the basin of the“rain”， and then said：“You fooled me？”I declined to comment.“You want or not？”He answered：“fast talker， I want.”Later on he ate“Spring Rain”frequently.But up till now he doesnt know what makes it.Sometimes I think Jose is stupid， it makes me a little sad.

The second time to eat vermicelli is to prepare“ants climbing a tree”，I deep-fry the vermicelli in a pan， then sprinkle it with minced meat and sauce.Coming back from work， Jose is always hungry.He bite a big mouthful of vermicelli，“What？ Like white wool， but seems to be plastic？”“No， it is nylon fishing line.The Chinese people process it into the white and soft.”I answered.That day he ate a lot of processed white nylon cord.

The third time eating vermicelli， is in the Northeast pie with spinach and meat cut in a very broken way.He said： “Inside the cake， you put the wings of the shark， right？ I've heard this kind of thing is very expensive， no wonder you only put a little bit.”I split my sides with laughter.“In the future， ask mama not to buy anymore of the quite expensive shark wings.I'm going to thank mama from the letter.”I belly laughed， and answered him： “Go write the letter， I will do the translation， ha ha！”

Anyway， life is at dinner and busy making money for dinner.It is not much meaningful.One day I made a rice roll， likeKorean kimbap.This time Jose refused to eat.“What， you unexpectedly get me to eat the blue print， copy paper？”I slowly asked him， “You really do not eat？”“No， no.”Well， I laughed， ate a big piece of kimbap.“Open your mouth to me！”He asked me.“You see， not blue， I roll with the negative copy paper， which will not dye your mouth.”Anyway， I am normally bluffing nonsense.“You are a boasting king， false or true， I really hate you.”He bit for a long time， swallowed it.“Yes， yes seaweed.”I jumped up and shouted：“Yes， yes， really smart！” Hardly had I jumped up again before he gave me a chestnut on my forehead.

Chinese foodwas about to be finished quickly， and my “Chinese restaurant”was unable to prepare Chinese dishes， western cuisine appeared again.Coming back from work， seeing me making beefsteak， Jose was very surprised and pleased， shouting： “Half cooked.Potatoes fried？”After three days eating beefsteak， he seemed to have no appetite， cutting a piece without eating out.“Are you working too tired？ Go have a nap， then continue？”“worn-out drudge”sometimes was also gentle.“Not sick， it is not good to eat.”After hearing that， I jumped up.“Not eat well？ Not eat well？ You know how much is a pound of steak？”“No， baby， I want to eat 'rain'， what mother sent is better.”“Well， the Chinese restaurant opens twice a week， OK？ How frequently would you like 'rain'？ ”One day coming back， Jose said to me：“Extraordinarily， the boss called in me today.”“Raise your salary？” I lit up.“No -”I grabbed him， nails into his flesh.“No？ Over， you got fired？ God， we -”“Do not catch me， neurotic.Listen to me， the big boss said， anyone of our company had been invited to my house for dinner， except for their couples.He is waiting for you to invite them to eat Chinese food - ”the big boss wanted me to cook？ No， not to invite them.Id rather invite any colleague or friend， than the superior.It is a bit too immoral.I myself， am some kind of integrity， you know.I -I was going to greatly promote the so-called backbone of the Chinese people， but it is not easy to talk about， once again I got in touch with Jose's facial expressions， the backbone had to stand in the throat！

The second day he asked me， “Hey， do we have bamboo shoots？”“We have so many chopsticks at home， are not they bamboo shoots？”He looked at me.“Big boss wants to eat mushrooms fried with bamboo shoots.”Surprisingly， knowledgeable boss， is not able to look down upon.“Well， tomorrow night， invite their couple for dinner， no problem， bamboo shoots would come out.”Jose glimpsed at me， full of tenderness and love， the first time he looked at me as Valentine， which made me flattered.Unfortunately， I happened to be braids- flying， like a ghost.

The next night， I made three dishes， heating them with tender fire.Then I arranged a table embellished with candles， covered with red tablecloth of paved angle， very beautiful.Hosts and guests thoroughly enjoyed themselves from beginning to end.Not only food is good ，with good color， flavor and taste， I myself was also dressed very clean， extraordinarily I was wearing a long skirt.After dinner， before getting into the car， the couple specially said to me：“If there is any vacancy in Public Relations Office in the future， I hope you come to work， becoming part of the company.”My eyes lit up.This was all owing to the“mushroom fried bamboo shoots，”Sending away the couple， it was already late at night.I quickly took off the dress， put on jeans， tied hair with a rubber band， and vigorously washed bowls and basin.It made me feel free to re-act Cinderella.Jose was satisfied， he asked，“Hey， this 'bamboo shoots fried mushrooms' is really delicious， where did you get your bamboo shoots？”I asked him：“What is bamboo shoots？”“The bamboo shoots tonight！”I laughed：“Oh， you mean the cucumber fried mushrooms？”“What， you， you， you not only lied to me ，but also lied to the boss --？”“I did not lie to him， this is the best ' mushrooms fried tender bamboo shoots'.That is what he said.”

Jose held me up in his arms， soapy water sprinkling all over his head， shouted：“God， God， you are that monkey， which could change into 72 forms.What is it， what ....”I patted his head， “Monkey King.Sun wukong.Do not forget it.”