Back home, Zhong Ziqi had nothing to do, so she took Zhao Zhengan to water the vegetable garden. After such a long time, all the small vegetables in the vegetable garden were ready to eat, and some of them had to wait. He and Zhao Zhengan got it right.
Looking at the emerald green of the garden now, he is not without a sense of accomplishment. Zhong Ziqi jokingly told Zhao Zhengan while watering the vegetables that when he first came here, he had to go to Wang Cuihua's to pick every vegetable, which made him roll his eyes. He also said that he didn't do this work at home before, he was so delicate!
Zhao Zhengan let him babble on about the past, but he replied softly and with some guilt and distress, "Thanks for your hard work."
Zhao Zheng'an knew that it was not easy for him. After all, he had experienced those things, so he understood very well. He vowed in his heart that he would let his wife live a good life in the future. If there is a saying that is easy to say, it is better to do it, so he doesn't have to say those rhetoric. Facts to prove.
After watering the vegetable field, Zhong Ziqi sent Zhao Zhengan away, and sat in the courtyard rubbing clothes, thinking about things while rubbing, and had to find a time to go shopping and go back to Zhong's house, saving them a trip Come on, it seems that he is really unfilial, since they are in the name of filial piety, then he will go and see in the name of filial piety.
In the evening, while eating, Zhong Ziqi suddenly remembered something. He seemed to have heard about a miracle doctor in the town today.
Zhong Ziqi wanted to find out how to treat Zhao Zheng'an's headache, but it was not a solution to always have such pain. It's just that he has no clue where to look for it, not even a destination. He talked about this matter with Zhao Zhengan.
Zhao Zheng'an smiled indifferently: "Go and see if you can find it, it doesn't matter if you can't find it, it won't affect my normal life."
Zhong Ziqi poked him in disapproval, and he secretly decided to find that genius doctor no matter what he said.
Shuri, Zhong Ziqi went to town with Zhao Zhengan early in the morning, and Zhao Ning and Zhao Sheng were surprised to see him go together.
"Didn't Ziqi say that you are still not well? Why are you here too?" Zhao Ning looked at him curiously. They had little contact with each other before. Only when they got married with Zhong Ziqi did they get along more gradually, but this suddenly returned. Yes, he and Zhao Sheng only occasionally come into contact with each other in the morning.
"If you listen to him, I will have to practice for a few more months before I can see anyone." Zhao Zhengan smiled helplessly, but he was still very useful. Someone was worried about him, except for grandpa and grandma, no one else was like that cared about him.
"I'm doing it for your own good too. Are you unhappy?" Zhong Ziqi gave him a sideways look, and if you dare to say no, I'll make you look good.
Zhao Zheng'an immediately understood, and said flatteringly: "I'm happy, this proves that you care about me and like me."
Zhong Ziqi poked him in the waist: "What are you talking about!" He said something about love and love in the public.
Zhao Ning looked at the two flirting with black lines: "Hey, hey, don't ignore us two big living people, okay? It's really not good for you to show your affection like this." Zhao Ning said earnestly, there are still two immature At home, can you be careful not to irritate people.
Noisy all the way to the town, when I went to Huang Amo's house to get a wooden cart, I happened to see another wooden cart at Huang Amo's house. Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan looked at each other, knowing that Huang Amo and the others wanted to It's clear, Uncle Huang is a carpenter, he is quick, and he made the cart in just one day.
Sure enough, without waiting for Zhong Ziqi to ask, Amo Huang took the initiative to tell him that we would go out to a stall with him today.
"That's a good relationship, Amo Huang is right next to me." Zhong Ziqi said with a smile.
Today's pier is as lively as ever. Everyone in Zhong Ziqi's booth is busy, but Zhong Ziqi is the most leisurely. Zhao Zheng'an took over his job of kneading noodles and frying fried dough sticks. He was a little rusty at first, but gradually became more and more proficient. Yep, Zhong Ziqi was free all of a sudden. When he saw nothing to do, he would sell porridge for Amo Huang next door. If someone bought fried dough sticks, he would tell others that it was the best paired with porridge. Everyone is Zhong Ziqi’s hardcore rice lover. Si, after hearing what he said, immediately buy a bowl of porridge at Huang Amo's house to eat with fried dough sticks, not to mention it's really delicious.
More and more people are buying one after another.
After noon, Zhong Ziqi's fritters were sold out as usual, and even the porridge from Huang's house was sold out. Huang grinned and counted the money while still not forgetting to thank Zhong Ziqi.
Zhao Zheng'an replied with a smile: "There is nothing to thank. If we want to say thank you, we have to thank you and Uncle Huang for taking care of us all the time."
Amo Huang sighed: "It's not easy for anyone to take care of or not to take care of. It's better to live life like anything else."
Zhao Zhengan and Zhong Ziqi nodded in agreement.
At this time, in Zhaojia Village not far away, the news about Zhao Zhengan's recovery had already spread. Everyone was very curious about Zhao Zhengan's attitude. At that time, the Zhao family went too far and did not believe that Zhao Zhengan could treat them calmly.
Or to say that there were too few entertainments in ancient times, and the most interesting things to talk about are these trivial things, which are as fun and interesting as watching TV.
Not long after Zhong Ziqi and Zhao Zhengan returned home, Wang Cuihua brought over a bowl of dumplings, which looked full, but in fact there were not many, not enough for one person.
This time Wang Cuihua learned how to behave herself, sat down for a while, and left, saying that she would bring something delicious to them next time.
Zhong Ziqi tasted a dumpling with her hand, smacked her mouth and said: "The stuffed ones are still Chinese cabbage. I thought there would be some meat, and there wasn't even much oil. Tsk tsk, it's just to please you, he still pleases you." Please please me, who can eat more than twenty dumplings!"
Zhao Zheng'an pinched his tender face: "That's not bad. My mother was never so generous when I was young. I can't eat white noodles a few times a month, let alone give it to other people."
"Tell me, what can he save if he lives so poorly? In the end, his child and husband look like they are malnourished." Zhong Ziqi disagrees with this approach very much. In his opinion, save everything and don't save food. A good body is the capital of the revolution. If the body is broken, what else do you use to make money.
"Let's eat it for you." Zhong Ziqi pushed the dumplings to Zhao Zheng'an, sat on the chair and propped her chin to watch him finish eating: "The ones he made are not delicious. Someday I will buy some meat and I will wrap it. It must be better than his ones." It’s much more delicious, and you can still eat enough.”
"Okay, your cooking must be the best." Zhao Zhengan is used to the delicious food made by Zhong Ziqi, and eating the food made by Wang Cuihua is like chewing wax. It is two extremes.
Two words: unpalatable.