This was an anti-theft badge.
Zhao Lanxiang's face couldn't help but heat up.
Her heart also heated up and pounded wildly.
After saying that, she plunged into the woodshed.
He Songbai wiped his face with his palms.
His gaze looked at the gradually disappearing figure.
Then, he continued to cast his indifferent gaze on the pile of firewood.
He silently and powerfully chopped the firewood, repeating the boring actions over and over again.
Although he was thin, he had endless energy like a young man. In addition, his stomach had finally seen some oil during this period of time, and some meat had quietly grown under his dark skin.
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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 was well-educated, so she could restrain herself a little. Even if she 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, as if he had never eaten noodles in his life.
Because … it was too, too delicious!
When it came to Jiang Li, who hadn't eaten properly for a month, the eight points of deliciousness became ten points. Zhao Lanxiang's noodles were twelve points of deliciousness to Jiang Li. The soup was rich and delicious, and the noodles were smooth and crispy. She could almost feel the moment they were bitten off. The pork belly hanging on the noodles was even more fascinating. It was crispy and fragrant when she bit into it. The more she chewed, the more chewy it was.
The aftertaste was endless. She held the bowl of hot noodles and ate it.
Jiang Li was thinking 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 slurped the noodles and finished a large bowl at lightning speed. She burped.
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, but you're still so stingy. Okay, okay, I got it."
Fortunately, Zhao Lanxiang thought that these two people hadn't eaten anything good ever since they came to the countryside. Perhaps they could eat quite a lot, so he kneaded an extra ball of noodles and put it in. Otherwise, with Miss Jiang's and Mr. Tang's appetites, their 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 it was nothing, but when it was her turn, she accepted it directly.
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. You can make it according to my method, and 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 for ten cents. 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.
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 excellent. Even the nanny hired by her family couldn't make it. However, for the sake of saving face, Jiang Li would not 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 with you, I finally have decent noodles. How do you make the noodles so smooth? "
Zhao Lanxiang did not intend to answer Tang Qing's question.
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 silently remember.
Zhao Lanxiang did not 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. 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, he had eaten a meal of fine grain. It was not good to freeload food.
Jiang Li felt that Zhao Lanxiang was trying to please her brother and then her. She had never thought of giving Zhao Lanxiang a food coupon. However, when she saw Tang Qing take out a food coupon, she was embarrassed to be 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 20 catties of food coupons. Otherwise, she would not be able to open the pot.
Zhao Lanxiang saw the pain in Jiang Li's eyes and refused with a smile. "I said that I'm treating you. If you take the food coupons, I won't dare to treat you 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 had not gone to do some black market trade, her food coupons would have been stretched very quickly. 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 make to sell.
After a few days, Zhao Lanxiang had an idea. She bought 1.5 catties 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 totaling 10 catties. 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 to prevent shocks. Before the sun rose, she rode a 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 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 … to 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 and 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, etc. Take whatever you want. Don't let me lose too much. I woke up at four o 'clock to make these mung bean pastries. "
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