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This is the young He Songbai … His muscles are tight,
Full of strength.
Zhao Lanxiang's face couldn't help but heat up,
Her heart also became hot,
Pounding. After she finished speaking, she plunged into the woodshed.
He Songbai wiped his face with his palms,
His gaze looked at the gradually disappearing figure before he continued to cast his indifferent gaze on the pile of firewood. He silently and powerfully chopped the firewood, repeating the boring action over and over again.
Although he was thin, he had endless strength like a young man,
Plus, during this period of time, his stomach finally saw some oily stars,
Some meat quietly grew under his dark skin.
..
What Zhao Lanxiang didn't know was that when she walked to the woodshed, the two people in the woodshed seemed to have never eaten their fill. One was competing with the other to eat happily.
Tang Qing had a good upbringing,
At least he could restrain himself a little,
Even if he wolfed down the food, it wasn't ugly.
Jiang Li, on the other hand, had already abandoned the reserved shyness of a girl,
She had also forgotten that the boy eating at the same table as her was the one she secretly liked.
Sigh! She finally understood why Zhou Jiazhen deliberately slurped the noodles so loudly that day,
It was as if he had never eaten noodles in his life.
Because … it was too, too delicious!
He bumped into Jiang Li, who hadn't eaten properly for a month,
The eight points of deliciousness also became ten points. Zhao Lanxiang's noodles were twelve points of deliciousness to Jiang Li. The soup was rich and delicious,
The noodles were smooth and crispy,
As she chewed, she could almost feel the moment they were bitten off. The pork belly hanging on the noodles was even crisper and fascinating,
It was crispy and fragrant in one bite,
The more she chewed, the more energetic she became,
The mouth was full of endless aftertaste. Holding this bowl of hot noodles and eating, Jiang Li thought that it was a good thing that she came with Zhao Lanxiang. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to eat such delicious food.
At this moment, she had completely forgotten about the steamed buns and was completely captivated by the noodles.
Jiang Li sucked on the noodles and finished a big bowl of noodles at lightning speed. She burped loudly.
She glanced at the remaining noodles in the pot and said to Zhao Lanxiang, "I want another bowl."
At this time, Zhao Lanxiang also sat down and slowly ate his bowl of noodles.
Seeing that Zhao Lanxiang ignored her, Jiang Li ground her teeth, but she wasn't angry. At this moment, her mind was filled with the fragrant noodles. She went to the pot and filled half a bowl.
Zhao Lanxiang swallowed a mouthful of noodles and said to Jiang Li, "Big Sister He and San Ya didn't come back for dinner. Don't pretend too much."
Jiang Li snorted and said, "It's rare for you to treat me to noodles. Why are you so stingy? Okay, okay, I know."
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang thought that the two of them hadn't eaten anything good since they came to the countryside. He was afraid that they might eat a lot, so he kneaded more noodles and put them in. Otherwise, with Miss Jiang and Mr. Tang's appetite, Big Sister and Little Sister's lunch would have been gone.
Tang Qing ate a bowl of noodles and slowly sipped the soup. He said, "The soup is the most nutritious part of the whole bowl of noodles. Comrade Zhao, your soup is delicious."
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said, "Thank you for your compliment."
Zhao Lanxiang accompanied Ling Tianyi to many banquets and parties, so his way of speaking was more American. Generally, when people were praised, they would say something, but when it was her turn, she directly accepted it.
Tang Qing originally wanted to ask how to make the soup, but now he couldn't help laughing.
Zhao Lanxiang saw the curiosity in his eyes and said with a smile, "In fact, this soup is nothing special. If you make it according to my method, you can eat it on the weekend when you are hungry. When you have time, you can go to the store and pick up some pork bones without meat. Don't worry, it doesn't need a meat coupon. You can buy a lot of pork bones with a dime. It's very cheap. Stew the pork bones for two or three hours, and the soup will taste like what you drink. "
Of course, she also added some other ingredients, which were not suitable for outsiders. Although the pork belly noodles looked simple, the soup base was the secret recipe of a chain restaurant, which was worth a lot of money in the future.
At present, its meaning could only be to make people eat more happily.
Tang Qing said, "I see. You women are so clever. You know how to make a bowl of noodles."
Jiang Li filled half a bowl of noodles and slurped the noodles. To be honest, this bowl of noodles was really good. Even the nanny she hired at home didn't have such skills. However, for the sake of face, Jiang Li wouldn't praise Zhao Lanxiang's cooking skills from the bottom of her heart. She just silently slurped the noodles.
Tang Qing solved a problem and asked excitedly, "But the noodles I make have always been soft and sticky. After eating a meal with you, I finally have decent noodles. How do you make the noodles so smooth? "
Zhao Lanxiang didn't intend to answer Tang Qing's question.
However, when she saw Jiang Li raise her curious eyes with a look of yearning, she understood in her heart that Eldest Miss also wanted to learn. No wonder she didn't interrupt just now. It turned out that she had been listening to silently.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't hide anything. These little tricks were trivial.
She finished the noodles, drank a mouthful of soup, and said, "When kneading the noodles, just crack an egg and add some alkaline water. The noodles made with Fuqiang flour are more chewy. Other flour won't be as good. "
Tang Qing was finally satisfied. He happily enjoyed the soup in his bowl and drank it until not a drop was left.
He thought that Comrade Zhao should lend him her bicycle a few more times. The more she borrowed, the better it would be for her next meal.
At this time, Tang Qing was still thinking about the steamed buns made by Zhao Lanxiang. Last time, when he smelled the fragrant meat in the farm tool room, the gluttony in his stomach had long been aroused. When would he be lucky enough to eat it once? His wish would be fulfilled.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Are you full? Just put your bowls and chopsticks down. I'll clean them up later. "
After Tang Qing finished the noodles, he handed a food coupon to Zhao Lanxiang. After all, they had eaten a meal of fine grain. It was not good to freeload food for free.
Jiang Li thought that Zhao Lanxiang wanted to please her brother and then to please her. She never thought of giving Zhao Lanxiang a food coupon. But when she saw Tang Qing take out a food coupon, she was embarrassed to leave empty-handed. She gritted her teeth and took out a food coupon as well.
Jiang Li was not used to eating sweet potato and bean money rice without oil in the countryside. She often went to restaurants in the county to eat. The food coupons and money were spent very quickly. It seemed that she would not be able to last until the end of the month. Fortunately, the letter sent by Jiang Jianjun contained a 20-kilogram food coupon. Otherwise, she would not be able to open the pot.
Zhao Lanxiang saw the pain in Jiang Li's eyes. She smiled and refused, "I said that I'm treating you. If you take the food coupon, I won't dare to treat you next time."
"Go back to work and have a good rest."
After hearing that, the two people left the He family's house with shame (satisfaction). Before they left, they washed the dishes on the table and repeatedly thanked Zhao Lanxiang. Of course, this was mainly referring to Tang Qing.
After sending the two of them off, Zhao Lanxiang finally heaved a sigh of relief.
The phrase "a half-grown boy eats until his mother is poor" was not crude at all. If she hadn't gone to the black market to do some business, her food coupons would soon be stretched thin. How could she be so "generous" to treat people to a meal?
Zhao Lanxiang thought about the next black market transaction and thought about what to do to sell.
After a few days, Zhao Lanxiang had an idea. She bought three kilograms of mung beans from a farmer.
The next day, she got up early in the morning. She soaked the fresh mung beans in water for three hours and then steamed them in a steamer basket. After steaming them until they were soft and sticky, she took them out and kneaded them into mung bean paste. She sprinkled the snow white rock sugar that she had just bought and mixed the mung bean powder with the flour. The tender and soft flour was kneaded into various patterns by her. She made three steamers with a total of ten kilograms of mung bean pastries. The fresh mung beans mixed with a sweet fragrance. Zhao Lanxiang tasted it and it was sweet. It was fragrant and sticky. It was as delicious as she had imagined.
She carefully put the hot mung bean pastries into her bag. She was afraid that the mountain roads were too rough and would rub this delicate thing. She also stuffed a handful of dried grass in her bag to prevent shocks. While the sky was still dark, she rode her bicycle to the city to sell these fragrant mung bean pastries.
However, before she could walk out the door, someone blocked her way.
The tall and thin man stood silently in front of her with a cold expression. In the dark night, his deep and cold eyes looked straight at her. His voice was hoarse and deep. "What do you want to do? Where are you going so early?"
Zhao Lanxiang touched the hot mung bean pastries in her bag and confidently said in a low voice, "I'm going to sell mung bean pastries!"
He Songbai said, "You're not allowed to go."
Zhao Lanxiang tightened her grip on the strap of her bag. She suddenly raised her head and a trace of ridicule flashed through her almond eyes. "Why do you care about me?"
"I've only been disciplined by my family my whole life. My father, my mother, my grandparents. Who are you … to care about me, en?"
She raised her head and made a sound. She raised her voice slightly and looked at He Songbai with a burning gaze.
The night was hazy and the faint morning light couldn't illuminate the man's expression.
He was silent for a while. Then he used his hand to take off the strap on her shoulder and lightly said, "I'll help you sell it."
As he spoke, he put his bag on his shoulder and got on his bicycle in the blink of an eye. He quickly rode more than ten meters away.
Zhao Lanxiang watched in horror as He Songbai agilely "robbed" her.
She chased after him and said breathlessly, "Wait — —"
He Song Bai stopped the car, only to see the woman take out a large conical bamboo hat from who knows where and put it on his head. She said unhappily:
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