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In the end, Zhao Lanxiang snatched two catties of pure lean meat and two catties of pig trotters. She didn't miss out on the kidneys, heads, and claws of the chickens and ducks. She put them into her bag with a smile. She spent all the money she had bought from Master Dao in no time.
The salesperson of the non-staple food store couldn't help but look at this generous girl,
He looked at her a few more times.
Zhao Lanxiang coughed lightly and explained, "I'm the new buyer of the canteen,
I'm in charge of buying meat. "
After Zhao Lanxiang said this, the salesperson's doubts were dispelled. One had to know that sometimes the people in the city didn't eat as freely as the people in the countryside. Each person's monthly share of pork was only half a catty to a catty. Zhao Lanxiang had bought a whole year's worth of pork in one go. It was hard not to make people look at her.
Zhao Lanxiang put the meat in a bamboo basket and quietly left the long line,
She winked at He Songbai, who was hidden in the alley.
In order not to attract attention,
Zhao Lanxiang didn't take a car. Instead, she chose to walk back to Hezitun,
She even specially chose a remote mountain road to walk.
In this era, there was no such thing as free trading,
Except for the small share of farmers' own production and sale, the rest of the reselling of food and supplies were all classified as speculation. Speculation was a very dangerous thing to do.
If she was caught, she would be punished according to the severity of the plot,
She would be dragged to labor reform or jail. She didn't want to lose her life in order to make money.
Zhao Lanxiang walked for ten miles,
She finally returned to Hezitun before the sun set.
He Songbai's dark and thick eyebrows came back from the black market street,
He never let go.
He followed the "audacious" Zhao Zhiqing and watched her carefully walk around the mountain road.
He grabbed a few handfuls of wild vegetables and covered them tightly in a basket, pretending to be digging for wild vegetables,
His tense face didn't look so ugly.
If she was caught..,
The He family could not escape being an "accomplice". He Songbai explained his behavior behind Zhao Zhiqing in his heart.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know the complex mental activities of the man at this time. After returning home, she went into the woodshed and began to busy herself with cooking.
She quickly cleaned the meat and picked out the chicken and duck meat. Then, she sliced some ginger and onions and added some seasoning wine and salt to marinate them. It would take a long time to marinate, and he would have to wait until noon the next day to finish marinating. She found an earthenware pot and put them in place. Then she began to prepare the delicate marinade.
The meat she wanted to make was similar to the cold food duck neck and duck feet that were popular in the future. It had a unique flavor and was very tempting.
At that time, because she and Sister He liked delicious food, Ling Tianyi sponsored a huge sum of money for a popular food program. Zhao Lanxiang was often invited to be a guest judge. The theme of the program was to go into folk cuisine and explore the secret recipes of lost delicacies. She benefited a lot from this program. From the first episode to the last one, she collected a lot of secret recipes.
She had tried all kinds of cuisines and local delicacies that she was interested in and tasted good. She didn't expect that this interest, which she cultivated in her leisure time, would become her skill now.
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head and sighed with emotion about the impermanence of the world.
She boiled more than 30 kinds of spices such as star anise, sanai, cinnamon, fennel, grass fruit, cloves, amomum, pepper, cardamom, platycodon, bay leaf, and other spices into a pot of marinade. Then she put it to cool and waited for the duck meat to be marinated tomorrow.
After she finished cooking, the kitchen of the He family overflowed with an incredible fragrance. The delicious spices were mixed with the sweet taste of meat.
Although the He family's old house was located in a relatively remote area, not many people lived nearby. When Zhao Lanxiang cooked, she deliberately closed the windows. There was also a basin filled with charcoal that hadn't been completely burned to absorb the odor. After she finished cooking the cold duck meat, she went out to get some fresh air. The woodshed with the windows closed was as hot as a stove. Her black hair was stuck to her face and it was sticky and uncomfortable.
She pushed the door open and saw He Sanya, who was drooling.
Zhao Lanxiang smiled as she took out a piece of caramel candy from her pocket. "Have some."
This was the candy she had bought for her child when she was in town. He Sanya loved to eat sweet things, but she had never eaten candy in her life.
He Sanya's dark and bright eyes seemed to have been blessed. She accepted the candy, but her eyes couldn't help but look at the woodshed. This rundown and old woodshed of the He family's house was like heaven in her heart. She smelled the aroma coming from the door and saliva kept coming out from the tip of her tongue. She swallowed her saliva from time to time.
Zhao Lanxiang's heart softened when she saw how pitiful and adorable she was.
She said, "There's pork trotters for dinner tonight. Don't worry, I won't forget about you."
She tapped the child's nose as she spoke, and the corners of her lips curled up. It was the biggest affirmation she had ever received that she was able to please someone with her cooking.
Although … the child might not have eaten anything good before and might not be able to tolerate even the slightest bit of good smell. But it didn't matter … She would use everything she had learned in her life to teach her how to make this weak and pitiful child fat.
Zhao Lanxiang was still worried about the aroma coming out of the woodshed, so she went back to take out a pile of charcoal that was not fully burned. She smashed it into small pieces and placed them on the ground. Then, she sealed the jar to store the marinade and cured meat tightly.
She waited until the aroma was almost gone before she started to stew the pork trotters. Making the five-spice package was not as troublesome as making the marinade. She didn't have enough spices when she made the five-spice pork trotters a few days ago. This time, she went to the black market and made up a lot of missing spices. Tonight's pork trotters would be even more delicious!
He Songbai went to chop firewood and fetch water after he got home. He finished all the chores in the house, and only then did he have time to think about the "restless" Zhao Zhiqing.
When he smelled the aroma coming out of the woodshed's window, and when he saw He Sanya happily eating meat, his dark eyes flashed with a trace of gloominess and complexity.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind to make this woman settle down. On the way back, he was repeatedly tortured. However, when he saw this scene, He Songbai was shaken.
Over the years, they had been honest farmers and didn't dare to break the rules or do bad things. Did God just let them go and let them live a peaceful life?
No. Ever since he could remember, the gossip around him had never stopped for a single day. Rumors and malice had enveloped his life. He was branded as a bad person. He was thankful that the organization didn't completely abandon them and gave them a chance to turn over a new leaf. However, he knew that as long as he was alive, the He family would have to tuck their tails between their legs. They would always carry the mark of shame that could not be washed away.
The situation was already as bad as it was. What else could make it worse?
…
At night, Sister He drove the large group of cows into the cowshed. When she washed her hands by the well, she faintly smelled the aroma of meat in the air. She thought that Zhao Zhiqing must have bought pork back to eat. Sigh! She definitely couldn't eat her meat tonight. She had already eaten a lot of good things for free. However, she couldn't take out anything that was worth returning the favor. Sister He was very ashamed.
However, in the next moment, Sister He was slapped in the face.
When Zhao Lanxiang saw Sister He, she enthusiastically pulled her to the woodshed. The white, fragrant, and soft rice was placed into the bowls. Every bowl of rice was drizzled with a layer of fragrant gravy. The agate colored pig trotters were glistening under the kerosene lamp. Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything. She picked up a piece of soft pork trotter and stuffed it into Sister He's mouth.
"Delicious, right? San Ya ate two bowls of rice with this gravy. "
Sister He only felt a rich and mellow taste spread in her mouth. Her tongue and teeth didn't listen to her and cooperated very well. She couldn't help but involuntarily chew. She also seemed to enjoy a joy that she had never experienced before. The sweet and mellow honey was so delicious that she lost her mind. Her hands and feet didn't listen to her. She walked to the table, picked up the bowl of rice, and happily ate the meat in big mouthfuls.
After eating one, she still thought about the next. When the last bowl of rice was finished, the feeling of satisfaction came from her stomach. Sister He suddenly woke up …
She held the broad and warm hand on the hospital bed and sobbed.
"Lanxiang, you're not young anymore. Don't cry like a child."
The man lying on the bed stretched out his hand with difficulty. He wanted to touch her head, but he couldn't find an ounce of strength in his body.
He was old. The old injuries that had piled up on his body over the past few decades attacked him together. The illness quickly defeated him. When he was young, he suffered more than ten years of prison life in exchange for a body that had been ill for a long time. He was very lucky to be able to hold on until now.
His hazy old eyes looked longingly at his wife. Although she had aged like him, she was still so beautiful.
When she smiled, her gentle eyebrows curved like crescent moons, which was also his favorite appearance.
"Why don't you smile for me?"
Zhao Lanxiang wiped away her tears and forced a smile at her husband on the bed.
He Songbai closed his eyes in satisfaction.
She covered her mouth and suppressed her sobs. Her tears fell like a dam.
Secretary He pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and reached out to check the man's breathing.
He comforted her with difficulty. "Madam, please restrain your grief. The lawyer will come over to discuss the inheritance that the chairman left for you in detail later. "
Secretary He looked at the man on the bed who had stopped breathing. He was in awe and pity.
This man's life could be said to be inspirational and bumpy. He was born poor and was sent to prison at the age of nineteen. He spent ten years in prison. After he was released, he worked hard for ten years and turned from a poor boy with no background into a business tycoon. He beat a bunch of experienced businessmen until they couldn't fight back. He could be said to be a legend.
…
Two lines of tears suddenly fell from Zhao Lanxiang's cheeks. Zhao Lanxiang's mother, Feng Lian, wiped her red cheeks and muttered as she poked her forehead: "You're crying even when you have a fever. If your father sees you like this, he'll scold you again."
Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes and stared at Feng Lian in a daze for a long time.
Feng Lian sighed and said, "It's the same no matter who you marry these days. The first time I met your father was when we were getting our marriage certificate. I was completely blind at that time. Didn't we still live well? "
Zhao Lanxiang only thought that she was dreaming. Her heart was immersed in the grief of losing her husband and couldn't calm down for a long time.
But in her dream, why did she muddleheadedly … dream of her young mother?
When Feng Lian saw that her daughter was ignoring her, she thought that she was really stubborn and hated her in her heart. She poked her daughter's forehead again and said in exasperation that she didn't live up to her expectations:
"After all, it was an arranged marriage when you were young. It's not good for your father to reject it just like that … His parents are your father's superiors!"
Zhao Lanxiang's forehead hurt. She finally faced her mother's nagging and quickly got up.
Her sharp eyes noticed the calendar on the table. It was April 16, 1976.
Zhao Lanxiang was shocked. She was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time.
"Mom, can you go out first and let me think about it?"
Feng Lian looked at her daughter, who she had raised for seventeen years, who had grown into a slender and elegant woman. Now, she looked sickly and even begged her in such a soft voice. Even she couldn't help but soften her heart. She couldn't harden her heart to force her child.
Zhao Lanxiang recovered from the shock. She had returned to forty years ago!
Forty years ago, she fell in love with the tall and cool soldier, Jiang Jianjun. Her mind was filled with thoughts of how to make Jiang Jianjun accept her. Naturally, she refused to agree to the marriage arranged by her parents.
It was also that year that she finally pestered him to get married.
Unfortunately, the person in Jiang Jianjun's heart wasn't her. Zhao Lanxiang had two miscarriages one after another. In the end, her heart grew cold. When she came to her senses, she divorced Jiang Jianjun.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at the table full of nutritional products. Jiang Jianjun had been injured and hospitalized during this period of time. She had bought these for him to nourish his body.
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