She only saw He Song Bai frown when he heard that and lifted his head to look at her.
His dark and silent eyes were like those of a proud and aloof wolf. Crystal beads of sweat flowed down his face, allowing Zhao Lanxiang to clearly see his deep outline, high protruding cheekbones, and wheat-colored skin that was tanned by the sun. He was dark and thin.
But the way he worked shirtless was undoubtedly full of masculinity.
This was the young He Songbai … His muscles were tight and full of strength.
Zhao Lanxiang's face couldn't help but heat up, and so did her heart, which was beating wildly. After she finished speaking, she plunged into the woodshed.
He Song Bai carelessly wiped his face with his palms, his gaze watching the gradually disappearing figure. Only then did his indifferent gaze return to 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. Besides, his stomach had finally seen some oil during this period of time, and some meat had quietly grown 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 had a full meal and were eating happily one after the other.
Tang Qing was well-educated, so she could restrain herself. Even if she wolfed down the food, it wasn't ugly.
As for Jiang Li, she seemed to have abandoned the girl's reservedness and shyness. She also forgot that the boy eating at the same table with her was the one she secretly liked.
Alas! She finally understood why Zhou Jiazhen deliberately slurped the noodles so loudly that day, as if he had never eaten noodles in his life.
Because … it was too, too delicious!
Since Jiang Li hadn't eaten well for a month, the eight out of ten tasty dishes became ten out of ten. Zhao Lanxiang's noodles were twelve out of ten for Jiang Li. The broth was rich and delicious, and the noodles were smooth and crispy. As he chewed, he could almost feel the tenacity of the noodles when they were bitten. The pork belly hanging on the noodles was so crispy that it was mesmerizing. It was crispy and fragrant when he bit into it. The more he chewed, the more vigorous it became. The aftertaste was endless. Holding the bowl of hot noodles and eating, Jiang Li thought that it was fortunate that he followed Zhao Lanxiang here. Otherwise, he would not 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. Because at this time, her mind was full of 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, "Sister He and San Ya didn't come back for dinner. Don't eat too much."
Jiang Li snorted and said, "It's rare for you to treat me to noodles. Don't be so stingy. Okay, okay, I know."
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang thought that these two people 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, the eldest sister and the youngest sister's lunch would have been gone.
Tang Qing ate the 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. Most people would say something when they were praised, but when it was her turn, she accepted it directly.
Tang Qing 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 added some other ingredients, which were not suitable to be told to 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.
Right now, its only purpose was to make people eat to their heart's content.
Tang Qing said, "I see. You girls 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 excellent. Even the nanny hired by her family couldn't make it. However, for the sake of saving face, Jiang Li wouldn't praise Zhao Lanxiang's cooking from the bottom of her heart. She just slurped the noodles silently.
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 at first.
However, when she saw Jiang Li raise her curious eyes with a look of yearning, she understood that Eldest Miss also wanted to learn. No wonder she didn't interrupt just now. It turned out that she was listening to it silently.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't hide anything. These little tricks were trivial.
She finished the noodles, drank a mouthful of soup, and said, "When you make 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 there was not a drop left.
He thought that Comrade Zhao should lend him her bicycle a few more times. Maybe the next meal would be settled.
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, he had eaten a solid meal of fine grain. It was not good to freeload food.
Jiang Li thought that Zhao Lanxiang wanted to please her brother and then 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 to a meal. If you take the food coupon, I won't dare to treat people to a meal next time."
"Go back to work and rest well."
After hearing that, the two people left the He family's house with shame (satisfaction). Before they left, they washed the bowls and chopsticks on the table and thanked Zhao Lanxiang repeatedly. Of course, this was mainly referring to Tang Qing.
Zhao Lanxiang heaved a sigh of relief after seeing the two of them off.
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 trade, her food coupons would soon be stretched. How could she be so "generous" to treat people to a meal?
Zhao Lanxiang thought about the next black market trade 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 and soaked the fresh mung beans in water for three hours. Then, she steamed them on a steamer. 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 of mung bean pastries that totaled five kilograms. The fresh mung beans were sweet and fragrant. Zhao Lanxiang tasted it. It was sweet, fragrant, and sticky. It was as delicious as she had imagined.
She carefully put the steaming mung bean pastries into her schoolbag. She was afraid that the mountain road was too rough and would rub the delicate thing. She also stuffed a handful of dried grass in her schoolbag as a shock absorber. While the sky was still dark, she rode a bicycle to the city to sell these fragrant mung bean pastries.
However, before she could walk out of the gate, someone blocked her way.
The tall and thin man silently stood 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 in the morning?"
Zhao Lanxiang touched the steaming mung bean pastries in her bag and confidently said in a low voice, "I want to sell mung bean pastries!"
He Songbai said, "You're not allowed to go."
Zhao Lanxiang tightened her grip on the strap of her schoolbag. She suddenly raised her head and a trace of ridicule flashed in 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 … Why do you care about me, en?"
She raised her head and made an en 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 schoolbag on his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, he got on his bicycle and 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 Songbai stopped the bicycle and saw the woman take out a large conical bamboo hat from somewhere. She put it on his head and said in a bad mood,
"There's a bag of stove ash in your schoolbag. When you go into the city to sell things, remember to put some on your face. Also … Mung bean pastries are sold for sixty cents per catty. You need a catty of food coupons. Meat coupons, cloth coupons, industrial coupons, soap coupons, and the like. Take whatever you want. Don't let me lose too much. I woke up at four o 'clock to make this mung bean cake. "
Don't underestimate the price of sixty cents per catty of mung bean pastries. It was definitely not as valuable as fifteen cents per catty of duck food. But first of all, it wasn't meat. Secondly, when the mung bean pastries were steamed, they absorbed some water. The net weight was heavier than the raw material. Ducks consumed more than thirty kinds of spices and seasonings, which were expensive and required a lot of labor. The only expensive ingredient for mung bean pastries was white sugar. After careful calculation, the profit margin wasn't much worse than that of duck food.
He Songbai frowned.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Let's go. The earlier we go, the earlier we can sell it."
He Songbai rode the bicycle and disappeared from Zhao Lanxiang's sight. At this time, the sky gradually brightened and scattered a few faint rays of morning light. Zhao Lanxiang sank into the grass and her shoes and socks were covered with a thin layer of dew.
After He Songbai disappeared, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips.
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