Zhou Jiazhen finished the bowl of chicken soup,
Her forehead was sweating slightly,
Her stomach was warm, and her entire body was filled with a sense of joy. It was as satisfied as when she was young and snuggled in her mother's embrace.
She wiped away her tears,
She couldn't help but murmur, "It's so delicious,
It tastes the same as the one my mother made. "
This bowl of hot chicken soup,
Zhou Jiazhen's spirits were lifted,
The worry between her brows was swept away.
She smiled and closed the book. She took out a 0.3-kilogram meat ticket from her pocket and placed it on the table.
"Thank you for your chicken soup,
The book you gave me is really beautiful! "Zhou Jiazhen praised sincerely.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "It's good that you like it."
She watched Zhou Jiazhen leave the He family and brought the chicken soup to He Songbai's room. She walked to the door of the man's room,
Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the door and turned it again. She found that the man had locked the door.
"Open the door."
Zhao Lanxiang frowned.
A muffled voice came from inside. That lazy voice seemed to come from under the blanket,
It was hoarse from a deep sleep in the afternoon.
"I'm sleeping,
What's the matter? "
Zhao Lanxiang was, after all, someone who had shared a bed with He Songbai for more than ten years,
How could the man's hoarse words escape her ears when he couldn't hide his guilty conscience?
When he felt guilty, he was used to using a rhetorical tone. His speech speed was slower than normal. Moreover, he was as arrogant as a Tibetan mastiff now. He had never had such a peaceful tone.
He pretended to be asleep quite well.
Zhao Lanxiang said lightly, "Why aren't you opening the door? Big sister is about to come... "
The man who was pretending to be asleep in the room suddenly had a terrible headache,
His frown could almost hold up a chopstick.
He crawled to his feet with incredible speed.
He limped over and opened the door for his secret partner.
He Songbai quickly pulled the woman into the room,
She poked her head out and stared at her sister's figure.
However, he could not find a single strand of Sister He's hair. He could only see a faint smile on the woman's lips.
He Songbai closed the door and leaned against the door to support his body. He lowered his head and tried his best to hide it from the woman. "I was sleeping just now."
His ears suddenly turned red at an obvious speed. He coughed and said, "Chicken soup?"
Zhao Lanxiang put the chicken soup on the table. "Drink it. I'll leave after you finish it."
He Songbai was not willing to drink the chicken soup, but in the end, he could not make things difficult for the woman's kindness. In a dilemma, he silently held the porcelain bowl and drank the chicken soup.
As he drank, he chewed on a piece of chicken butt. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. There was an unnoticeable fluctuation on his calm face.
After he finished drinking, he wiped the grease from his mouth and said with difficulty, "Lanxiang, this is the last time I'm eating your food. Maybe you don't care about what I said. But … remember, a man who lives off a woman is not a good man. Don't find such a partner in the future. "
After He Songbai finished speaking, he silently limped to the cabinet and took out a few pieces of money.
Under the woman's surprised gaze, his broad and warm palm covered the woman's hand. The thick calluses on his palms scraped against her delicate skin.
Zhao Lanxiang frowned and looked at the wrinkled large note being stuffed into her hand.
Ten yuan, such a large denomination … It was probably the last of his savings.
He Songbai looked at Zhao Lanxiang's expression and raised his eyebrows. He pouted and said fiercely, "Take it."
Zhao Lanxiang's fingers trembled slightly and stuffed the wrinkled note into her pocket.
The man said, "When you went to the county this morning, Tiezhu came and gave me a bag of mountain products. I don't need it, so you can eat it."
He bent over strenuously and reached under the table to pull a bag of things to Zhao Lanxiang's feet.
Zhao Lanxiang bent over and picked it up. When she opened it, she was surprised to find that it was dried dates and fresh yams. These two things were good for nourishing the body and were suitable for He Songbai to eat.
The man's sharp eyebrows sank as if he could read Zhao Lanxiang's mind. He said in a deep voice, "I don't like to eat it, so don't make it for me. You, you eat it yourself, understand? "
He emphasized the words' yourself '.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded in confusion.
He Songbai finished speaking and patted her head with his wooden hand. He said lightly, "Go back."
The man's light voice was so low that it was almost inaudible. "You're such a simple-minded woman."
Zhao Lanxiang heard it and carried the yams and red dates. Her face suddenly turned pink.
Her heart was like honey.
… …
Zhao Lanxiang carried the heavy bag of things. She didn't know how long it would take for her to eat so much by herself. She thought of her empty wallet. It had been a while since she went to the black market to "replenish" her money.
Zhao Lanxiang planned to take out a part of the bag of mountain products to make some yam cakes and sell it on the black market for money. Therefore, she asked for a day off from work and got out of bed in the dark the next day.
The red dates were soaked in water and had absorbed a full night's worth of well water. They became round and glossy, but their color was dark red and smooth. Zhao Lanxiang patiently peeled the red dates one by one and steamed them until they were soft and mushy. After steaming, she filtered them with a gauze sieve, leaving behind a powder of red dates. When the pot was hot, she put in the sugar and mixed in the red dates.
The warm fire licked the top of the pot, and the red dates and sugar blended together. The snow-white sugar gradually melted, giving rise to a warm and sweet fragrance.
She selected the tender yam stem and steamed it until it was soft and glutinous. She added glutinous rice flour and mixed it into the yam dough. The white yam skin was wrapped in a red date paste. The white yam dough was kneaded into various shapes by Zhao Lanxiang and finally steamed.
When the sky was dark, Zhao Lanxiang had already steamed a basket of yam cakes.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead and carefully packed the yam cakes with a clean white cloth. She put it in her bag.
In the dark night, the earth fell into a silent sleep. The villagers of Hezi Village were still in sweet dreams. Zhao Lanxiang had already pushed the bicycle to the county.
She carefully stepped on the bicycle and suddenly stopped when she passed by He Songbai's house.
Where her flashlight shone, the man had his head down and was leaning against the wall. She didn't know how long he had been waiting there.
The moment he felt the light, he raised his head and coughed violently. He vaguely said to Zhao Lanxiang, "Come here."
Zhao Lanxiang was a bit embarrassed to go over, so she only held onto her bag tightly.
He Songbai lightly said, "I can't eat you, so what are you afraid of?"
Zhao Lanxiang finally walked over. He Songbai took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her.
"When you reach the county, just send the things to this address."
Zhao Lanxiang was very surprised. She quickly shone the flashlight on the paper and saw a line of crooked pencil handwriting. It was very ugly, but she could still read it.
"You know how to write!"
Zhao Lanxiang was very surprised. She thought he didn't study. As soon as her voice fell, the man stared at her.
So he didn't receive his first education in prison.
He Songbai yawned and said, "Alright, I'm going to sleep. Come back early. "
Zhao Lanxiang stepped on the bicycle and tied the flashlight to the front of the bicycle. She quickly disappeared into the thick night.
…
After she arrived in the county, she followed the address He Songbai wrote down and groped her way there. Finally, she arrived at the bottom of a bright residential building.
Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the door. After the first knock, someone quickly came out and glanced at her nervously.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Picking peach blossoms to exchange for money again."
Only then did the person let out a sigh of relief and waved his hand. "Why didn't Old He come himself? What did you bring? "
Zhao Lanxiang said, "He wasn't feeling well, so it wasn't convenient for him to come. These are yam cakes. It's a total of 15 catties. You can try it. "
The person picked up a piece and tasted it. The cake was light and soft at first, but when he bit deeper, the sticky date paste flowed out. His mouth was filled with a sweet fragrance. There was a layer of light yam cake on the outside. The whole thing was sweet but not greasy.
He brought Zhao Lanxiang in and weighed it with a scale. It was a little more than 15 catties.
"How much is it?"
Zhao Lanxiang said, "If you want all of it, I'll give it to you cheaper. 70 cents per catty, plus a catty of sugar coupons."
The man muttered, "So expensive?"
Zhao Lanxiang said, "This is made with yam, red dates, and white sugar. It's delicious and nutritious. It's especially suitable for children and the elderly. It's different from those cheap products made with flour."
"Alright, alright. Keep your voice down!"
The man glared at Zhao Lanxiang and quickly counted out 10 dollars and 50 cents for Zhao Lanxiang. "Be careful when you go back."
Zhao Lanxiang took the money and nodded.
She thought to herself, how did He Songbai get into such an organized and disciplined line?
Last time, she only gave him 14 catties of mung bean cake, and he sold it for more than 10 dollars. This time, the cost of the yam and red date cake was much more expensive than mung bean cake. Honest people were easily taken advantage of. If she had known earlier, she would not have been polite and raised the price. She would have sold it for 1 yuan per catty and slowly haggled with him.
Zhao Lanxiang touched her face that was covered in dust and quickly rode her bicycle back.
…
City G, Military Medical Hospital.
A man with gauze wrapped around his head was reading his letter. The nurse who came to take his temperature in the morning couldn't help but take another look at this man, and her mood improved.
It was always easy to feel better when one saw beautiful things!
"Brother: Zhan Xinjia. Life in the countryside is very hard. I'm afraid that this month's food and meat coupons won't last much longer. I hope brother can provide material support. In addition, after you wrote a letter to teach Zhao Lanxiang a lesson last time, she's treating me better now. The noodles she makes are really delicious. Sister: Jiang Li. "
The man touched his head, and his handsome eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
The nurse said, "Company Commander, you just had an operation, so you can't use your brain too much. You can leave it to me to read the letter. I can read it to you."
Jiang Jianjun looked at the calendar and read the letter again. A trace of surprise flashed across his dark eyes.
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