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Jiang Li said excitedly, "Let's eat noodles today!"
Her words could not hide her strong joy. When it came to eating noodles, her pitch-black eyes seemed to be lit up in an instant.
Ever since Jiang Li ate a meal of Zhao Lanxiang's personally cooked noodles,
She couldn't go to the state-run restaurant in the city to eat stir-fry and noodles anymore. Not only did everything not taste good,
She also became more and more irritable. She wanted to find something as delicious as Zhao Lanxiang's cooking,
In the end, she was disappointed in everything she ate. She ordered the most expensive noodles in the restaurant,
Not only was the meat not tender and fragrant, but the noodles were also soft and mushy,
It was simply a waste of food stamps!
Under this strong contrast,
Jiang Li missed the noodles made by Zhao Lanxiang more and more.
She tossed and turned at night, thinking about it,
Even in her dreams, she ate it. Until one day when she woke up and her pillow was stained with saliva from her dreams, Jiang Li knew that she couldn't bear it anymore. As soon as the weekend came, she couldn't wait to run to Zhao Lanxiang's place.
She had already understood a fact that she didn't want to admit. Even if she returned to her home where she didn't lack anything,
She still couldn't find noodles that suited her appetite. If she wanted to eat noodles, she had to go to Zhao Lanxiang.
Wasn't it just food stamps and money,
She would give it to her if she wanted it! If she could eat noodles..,
She would give it to her even if she had to cut her meat!
Zhao Lanxiang rubbed her forehead when she heard that, she said, "Noodles aren't something that you can eat whenever you want to. Last night, I didn't hang the soup soup,
I can't make fresh soup. "
She was too busy getting up early to make mung bean cake,
Where did she have the time to hang the soup soup. Besides,
She had no interest in accommodating to the eldest miss's taste.
Jiang Li, whose cheeks were red from the excitement of eating noodles,
It was as if a basin of ice water had been poured over her head, and her heart was cold. This was the first time in her life that she had taken the initiative, but she had actually encountered Waterloo.
Jiang Li's rosy cheeks instantly turned pale. She puffed up her cheeks and said, "I want to eat now."
Didn't Zhao Lanxiang still want to be her sister-in-law? She didn't even want such a good opportunity to curry favor with her. How long would she have to wait?
Unfortunately, Zhao Lanxiang didn't buy it.
She spread out her hands and said indifferently, "If you want to eat noodles, you first have to go to the store to buy the bone. The journey back and forth will take at least three hours. After that, you have to boil the soup for another three hours. Once everything is done, you can finally start to make noodles. By the time you can eat noodles, the sky will be dark.
But … none of this was important. What was important was that it was the weekend, and there were many people lining up at the store. It'll take at least an hour to line up. When it's your turn, there won't even be bones left. "
You want to eat it?
In your dreams!
After hearing these words, Jiang Li was like a frozen eggplant. After listening to Zhao Lanxiang's analysis, she also knew that she would not be able to eat noodles today. She bit her lips in disappointment, like a pitiful dog that had been abandoned.
She reluctantly took a step back and said, "I want to eat it tomorrow."
Zhao Lanxiang smiled as she continued to cut. She calmly said, "Didn't I say that you can't buy bone on the weekend?"
Jiang Li only wanted to stomp her feet. She had painstakingly thought of pork belly noodles for a week, but she couldn't even eat it?
She suddenly exploded and angrily threw out a sentence, "Don't think that I don't know. You just don't want to make it for me."
"This won't do, that won't do. Zhao Lanxiang, I think you don't want to be friends with my brother, right?"
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and said, "How about this, next time I buy bone, I'll call you. But ….. you also know that I don't have many food stamps left ….. What about the meat? The meat is also gone. "
As for whether there would be a next time, only she would know.
Her rosy cheeks warmed up because she said something against her will. She was indeed "very poor". She didn't even have enough food stamps and money to spend. How could she let others eat and drink for free? If it was someone else, she would just treat them to a meal or two.
But Jiang Li ….. if anyone didn't have food to eat, she wouldn't be hungry and could even eat happily. Such a fat sheep, did she still need her "help"?
It would be kind of her not to ruthlessly rip them off.
Jiang Li struggled for a long time before painfully taking out one catty of food stamps and one catty of meat stamps from her pocket.
"I'm giving it to you. I'm not eating for free. You took my food stamps, so you can't be a donkey to me. "
Zhao Lanxiang smiled and put them into her pocket. She was very satisfied.
Seeing that she had received so many food stamps, she went into the woodshed and filled a bowl of green bean braised pork rice for Jiang Li.
This was specially made by Zhao Lanxiang for He Songbai. There was enough for a bowl.
The gray porcelain bowl was filled with green bean rice. The plump rice grains were wrapped in oil and the oil was yellow. The fat green beans were fried green and emitted a tempting aroma. Jiang Li took a deep breath. Her ravaged stomach growled at the right time. She snorted in embarrassment and anger.
She squatted down at the table with the bowl and used her chopsticks to enjoy it.
The appearance of this bowl of rice looked good and smelled very fragrant. She never thought that —
It would be so delicious!
Oh, oh, oh …..
The green beans were crisp and glutinous. They were pink and fragrant when chewed. They were especially oily when eaten. The braised pork was fat but not greasy. The texture was tender and smooth, and the taste was rich and sweet. It filled her mouth with fragrance. She smacked her lips and licked the oil that flowed out. The more she ate, the more she wanted to eat. How was this meat braised? How could it be so delicious?
This bowl of rice was like a spring breeze that healed Jiang Li's wounds.
Jiang Li's deflated eyes immediately regained their brightness and luster. She lowered her head and finished more than half of the bowl in a few bites.
Jiang Li, whose stomach was slightly full, said with a snort, "If there was such delicious food, why didn't you take it out earlier?"
Zhao Lanxiang covered the green bean rice with a pot lid and wiped her hands on a clean cloth by the stove.
"I didn't expect you to come, so I didn't cook much. Since I took your food coupon, I was embarrassed to let you go back with an empty stomach. It's just that there's no more food after you finish this bowl. Don't think about eating more. This bowl of yours was squeezed out from other people's food. "
Jiang Li was choked by Zhao Lanxiang's straightforward words.
She was quite straightforward. She said bluntly that she only gave her this bowl of rice because of the food coupon. If Zhao Lanxiang didn't say it, Jiang Li would have thought that it was because of her brother!
She especially didn't like Zhao Lanxiang's words, but she couldn't hate her straightforward way of speaking. Compared to beating around the bush to flatter her hypocritically, Jiang Li would rather be frank with her. She clearly felt that Zhao Lanxiang's temperament had changed. She was no longer as annoying as before.
Jiang Li certainly wouldn't guess that Zhao Lanxiang in front of her was a person who had been reborn with a new core. She just blamed all of her psychological changes on this meal. Jiang Li, who was coaxed into a happy mood by this meal, didn't have the mind to lower herself to Zhao Lanxiang's level. She only lowered her head to eat, chewing the beans and sucking the fatty meat. That ferocious energy was like a field mouse that had sneaked into the landlord's warehouse, eating in big mouthfuls of food.
Zhao Lanxiang calculated the time. He Songbai should have finished selling his things and come back.
Fortunately, Jiang Li had almost finished her meal. She looked like she had been starving for a few days. After finishing a bowl, she still wanted to eat a little more. Zhao Lanxiang didn't let her have her way. She grabbed her collar and "sent" her out.
… …
At noon, Zhao Lanxiang heard footsteps at the door. She guessed that He Songbai had come back.
She looked out of the window expectantly. In the end, she found a young man with an unfamiliar face.
When the young man saw the girl looking out of the window, he revealed a mouthful of white teeth.
"Do you still remember me?"
Zhao Lanxiang recognized this voice and immediately closed the curtains with a "pa" sound. This young man … Wasn't he the person who sold food on the black market? How did he find her?
People who made a living in this industry were really afraid of running into acquaintances. Zhao Lanxiang wondered why this person would appear in the He family's house. In the end, someone knocked on the door. She sat at the table and didn't move, reading a book.
After a while, the person who knocked on the door finally became impatient. He coughed lightly and said, "It's me. Open the door."
Hearing He Songbai's voice, Zhao Lanxiang immediately went to open the door.
He Songbai's face had red marks from the sun. He stood in front of Zhao Lanxiang's door with sweat dripping down his body. He was slightly panting, but he was in high spirits. His wheat-colored face was deep and sharp. Unlike usual, his eyebrows had a trace of relaxation. He wasn't always frowning silently with deep hatred.
This added a bit of heroic spirit to his young face. His entire face glowed with radiance.
"Count these."
He handed a thick stack of bills to Zhao Lanxiang. Zhao Lanxiang picked it up and counted. It was actually more than ten yuan. Ten catties of noodles and mung beans weighed four catties after being steamed. She should have sold it for about eight yuan. The money he gave her was more than one yuan more than what he gave her!
Moreover, the bills he collected were all kinds of: meat coupons, stamps, coal coupons, cloth coupons … … Zhao Lanxiang was dazzled by it. Among the colorful coupons, she also saw menstrual coupons.
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but feel her vision go dark.
He Songbai really had the ability to tease people. She told him to sell mung bean cakes, but he still collected these menstrual coupons for her. When Zhao Lanxiang flipped through it, her ears quietly turned red.
She threw the money and coupons into the cabinet and awkwardly asked, "You haven't eaten yet, right?"
He left in a hurry. Zhao Lanxiang didn't have time to tell him to eat something in the county after selling the mung bean cakes. He was a person who couldn't bear to eat delicious food. He wanted to save all the good things for his sisters. When it was his turn, he desperately tried to save money.
Zhao Lanxiang looked at his slightly dry and pale lips. He looked like he had low blood pressure. She really felt sorry for him, but she also hated his personality.
He Songbai didn't answer her question. He directly said, "Next time you go to the city to sell things, give it to me. It's not safe for a girl like you to do this kind of thing. "
Zhao Lanxiang walked past him out of the room. She slipped into the woodshed and scooped out the green bean braised meat rice that was already warm in the pot.
"Granny, have you eaten meat?"
The old woman hugged her granddaughter in her arms. Her withered hand gently patted her back. "I've eaten."
The delicious taste of the stewed pork trotter reminded the old man of the He family's situation before the decline of the He family. At that time, there were groups of servants at home. There was an endless supply of good food and good meat. There was also an endless supply of silk and satin … … Accompanied by these beautiful memories, the old woman sank into a sweet dream.
… …
Zhao Lanxiang was sent to fertilize the corn fields early in the morning. She carried the ashes from the stove and waited for the members to dig a small hole. Then, she shoveled the ashes and buried them.
At this time, the corn had already sprouted buds that were as tall as a person. Zhao Lanxiang wasn't afraid of being dirty or tired. What she was most afraid of were the furry worms hidden under the corn leaves. She turned around every three steps and could see the worms wriggling in her field of vision. This kind of sour feeling was more torturous than having blood blisters on her hands and feet.
At this time, she took out a caterpillar from her sleeve. She didn't know when it had crawled over. Her whole body trembled.
"Sister Zhao!"
He Sanya came out from the green corn stalks. She held two sticks and quickly put the worm in Zhao Lanxiang's hand into her bamboo tube.
Zhao Lanxiang wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. "Why are you here?"
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