Zhao Yongqing said this not because he recognized He Songbai, but because he wanted to ask him to do some work, so that such a labor force should not be used in vain. Whenever he showed a hint of reluctance, Zhao Yongqing immediately blasted him out.
When it was time to prepare lunch, Feng Lian took out the sand pot to make tea, while Zhao Lanxiang consciously went out to buy vegetables and cook, Zhao Yongqing grabbed her daughter's hand and said to He Songbai with a smile, "Niuniu has been very busy during this time. tired."
"Go buy some food for her and come back."
He Songbai nodded again and again, "Okay."
He paused and said to the object, "Lanxiang, drink tea with Auntie and talk."
After speaking, he consciously walked out of the Yue family's door and headed straight for the vegetable market. He understood that his father-in-law wanted to test him today, and he had to show his attitude. Do more work and try to please him. He Songbai also lacked the opportunity to perform, and he could not wait to take his life to himself, so that he could seek a wife as soon as possible.
Recalling that when he came to He's house, he had to make excuses to come here. As a guest, he didn't have any honest reason to work, so he could only watch the object wash and cook, and then clean up the dishes after eating. Now that he has finally passed the bright road, the sneaky underground love for the past few years has survived, and he is almost suffocated to death.
Zhao Lanxiang wanted to go with him, but was drunk by Zhao Yongqing's dark face.
He said, "What's the matter? I wronged him by buying a dish? If you are asked to sit down, you will sit down."
Zhao Lanxiang had no choice but to drink tea with Feng Lian in peace. She picked up the small ceramic cup and took a sip.
The fragrance of Biluochun grabbed her taste buds, and after the slight astringency passed, a sweetness appeared on the tip of the tongue. This smell caused Feng Lianzhi to praise, "The gift I picked is also very good."
"This child has a heart."
After He Songbai left, Zhao Yongqing put down the jade pendant with "lack of interest", as if he couldn't help himself. He didn't look at it much at a glance, for fear that it would hurt to watch too much. He understands that this jadeite is a fine jadeite, and this jadeite jade pendant is also extremely rare. But if you want to please him with this mere jade pendant, you really think too much!
Zhao Yongqing closed the door and taught his daughter with a stern face: "I didn't let you go to the countryside to practice, not for you to talk to."
Zhao Lanxiang accepted her father's lesson humbly, she nodded, "Dad taught me the right way."
"It's just that fate comes, and it can't be stopped. This object has already been discussed. If the object of discussion is not for the purpose of marriage, it is a hooligan."
Before Zhao Yongqing's face turned black, she quickly added:
"I still owe it to him to help me in the countryside. He often helps me with farm work. Otherwise, where would you see a daughter with delicate skin and tender meat during the Chinese New Year, it would have been blackened into coal lumps long ago!"
The little tiger burst out laughing.
Zhao Yongqing glared at his wife. He suddenly remembered that his wife entrusted He Songbai to take care of his daughter three years ago. In the end, he handed over his carefully raised cabbage to Zhu Gong
Feng Lian coughed.
It seemed that she had to bear the blame, but she didn't want to bear the blame. She said, "If you disliked her for finding such a person, how could you be so cruel to allow her to go to the countryside?"
The couple began to fight, and at this time He Songbai came back with a basket of vegetables.
The argument between the two came to an abrupt end.
Zhao Yongqing asked angrily, "Can you cook?"
"I'm being cheeky today, please make a meal for us to taste."
He Songbai saw his father-in-law's face that was not quite right, and some monks were puzzled. He just left for a while and his father-in-law's mood seemed to get worse
Zhao Lanxiang said to his father, "How can you be so embarrassing."
Zhao Yongqing laughed, "Am I embarrassing him?"
"It's not difficult to cook a meal. What kind of wife would you ask for if you couldn't even cook a meal well. If I didn't work hard and didn't divide the grains, both you and your mother would starve to death."
This is really true, Zhao Lanxiang dare not recall the days when he let his mother cook. In the past 20 years, without special circumstances, almost all of them have been cooked by their own fathers.
Because Feng Lian's craftsmanship is very poor, it is common for good dishes to lack oil, salt, and burnt. In that era when supplies were extremely poor, Zhao Yongqing seldom let his wife cook because of the idea of distressed food. He walked around the kitchen for 20 years.
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly felt that He Songbai was under a lot of pressure, and at the same time envied her mother. She remembered that when she was a child, she was still carried on her father's back and grew up year after year. When Feng Liangang was working, she would have classes from morning to night. Standing on the podium for several hours, she couldn't find time to take care of her. In contrast, the unknown father who was sitting at the cash register behind the counter was able to take her to work. He would carry a few bottles of milk and a baby to work every day.
Zhao Lanxiang recalled the past and was very moved and thanked him very much.
She said with a smile: "Dad is very good. He has worked hard for so many years."
"Brother Bo should learn from you."
In this way, with the unanimous decision of several members of the family, He Songbai carried a piece of spareribs, a chicken, and a handful of vegetables into the kitchen under enormous pressure.
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at He Songbai a little worriedly, only to see He Songbai pursed his lips and smiled, and gave her an "OK" gesture.
Zhao Lanxiang breathed a sigh of relief when he got his "please rest assured" look.
He Songbai walked into the kitchen, put on his apron, heated a pot of hot water, and started to handle the chicken. This little trick of passing hot water and cold water can make the chicken meat taste particularly tender.
His knife skills have always been very good. It is not difficult to make the chicken slices evenly and completely. After a chicken is divided into fifty pieces, it can be put together again. This is probably due to the killing he did a few years ago. The life of a pig is not ambiguous at all when it comes to evoking a knife.
Zhao Lanxiang was not at ease, so she came to the kitchen to take a look, what she saw was such a scene.
The man is putting the last pile of chicken on the plate. His hands are covered with oil stains, but his expression is very focused and serious. The chickens are neatly collided under his hands. The chicken skin of the meat pieces is golden and oily and the flesh is snow-white, making it a complete chicken. A snow-white apron was tied around him, and his tall and tall body was sturdy and handsome, somewhat serious and skilled.
He wiped his hands, cut the spring onion, garlic, and coriander into the dipping sauce, and the soy sauce was bubbling in the pan.
The whole process is not the chaos she thought, but the smooth flow of water, which makes people look pleasing to the eye.
If it weren't for her parents, who had left her one-third of an acre of land, Zhao Lanxiang would have wanted to go up and kiss him.
Awesome, didn't embarrass her.
Zhao Lanxiang returned to the living room with satisfaction and sat on the sofa, tore a piece of grapefruit to eat, the sweet juice flowed into her mouth, and the tip of her heart seemed to be dipped in honey.
When it was time for lunch, He Songbai also brought the four dishes and one soup he made.
When Zhao Yongqing saw the food brought out by He Songbai, he reluctantly swallowed it. "It's not that good," he said.
He Songbai grinned, revealing his white teeth.
"I heard from Lanxiang that you like to eat chicken. This is Qingyuan chicken. Uncle and auntie, you can try it."
He chose the best Qingyuan chicken, with thin skin and soft bones. The small traders in the black market who came into the city shouted, "Qingyuan chicken - fragrant and tender - authentic Qingyuan chicken."
Although it is no longer a planned economy, bills have not been withdrawn from the lives of ordinary people, and bills are still required to buy things. Not only has the black market not closed down, it has grown even more vigorously. He Songbai also picked out the best specialty chicken there.
Feng Lian was very satisfied and couldn't help laughing: "These are very well done, they look delicious."
He opened and closed his mouth and said "Lan Xiang", which made Feng Lian feel better. It made it sound like the little guys mentioned them a lot. After all, whoever suddenly knows that her daughter has a partner, and that the partner has come to the door in person, will not feel very well. Feng Lian was more frightened than surprised.
Zhao Yongqing didn't even have any surprises at all, and he was almost shocked.
Their family tasted the food made by He Songbai, and Xiaohuzi also ate his favorite sweet and sour pork ribs, sour and sour, he could eat half a pot by himself. The ribs are poured with a thick and thick sweet and sour sauce, which is red and black, and evenly sprinkled with white sesame seeds, which is very beautiful. Xiaohuzi licked the sauce on the spoon, and said with a smashing mouth: "This must be taught by my sister."
"It tastes the same."
Zhao Lanxiang was eating, feeling a little complicated, and suddenly felt sour in her heart. She had never taught He Songbai to cook, and he probably learned to do it by groping himself.
When she used to cook, he burned wood and washed vegetables beside her.
After she was gone, he learned to cook these dishes that she would be good at.
Zhao Lanxiang turned her head away and wiped the corner of her eyes secretly. Fortunately, everyone was focused on eating and didn't pay much attention to her movements.
After eating a meal, both the guest of honor and the guest were happy. Zhao Yongqing used a toothpick to pick his teeth with satisfaction. Qingyuan chicken was delicious and the meat was tight. He ate a lot.
He Songbai packed up the dishes, and after washing the dishes, he put them away as soon as he saw them, and politely retired.
Feng Lian asked her daughter to send He Songbai off.
Zhao Lanxiang walked side by side on the road with the man, and couldn't help but sigh, "Brother Bo did so well today."
He Songbai couldn't help but curl his lips, he said, "Of course."
"I still have many, many advantages that you haven't had time to see yet."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help laughing when she heard the words, lowered her head and pursed her lips and smiled.
"I was taken aback when my dad asked you to cook."
He Songbai said calmly: "You don't have to be afraid in the future. I will definitely do better than my father-in-law. You know, he has a daughter-in-law who can't cook, but I have a very powerful royal chef's daughter-in-law."
Zhao Lanxiang burst out laughing at his shameless words.
He Songbai held the subject's hand and said as if recalling: "Really, when you're not around, I'll use what you left behind to learn how to cook and eat. Although I haven't learned much, I use It’s all the same stuff, the steps are the same, and there’s always a little bit of you.”
Made her taste, which made He Songbai both happy and sad.
In the days when she just left, he burned the fire according to his habit, but the pot was still empty when he was done. He did the work of two people by himself. This gave him the illusion that she was still there, and he didn't leave. As long as he walked out of the door and shouted, she would come back to eat.
"Mr. Gu especially likes your cooking and often urges me to study hard."
Zhao Lanxiang snorted and happily basked in the sun with him. They went for a walk in the free park and saw the plum blossoms trembling and splitting in the cold wind. Snow-like white and blood-like red, as well as shades of pinkish white, bright red, and peach red, it is hard to imagine the grand occasion when the flowers are in full bloom.
Zhao Lanxiang said: "When the plum blossoms in the park bloom next time, I will show you. It will be very beautiful by then."
He Songbai's eyes contained a shallow smile, as gentle as ice melting water: "Okay."
He paused and then said, "But now you should go back. It's too late. Uncle and aunt will have an opinion on me."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her watch, it was almost two o'clock, she nodded.
He Songbai sent her home again.
Zhao Lanxiang returned to his parents' house and stayed for an afternoon before returning to his residence.
He Songbai casually pocketed a thin black sweater, sat barefoot on the floor, and carefully looked at her book and her paintings. He also had a pile of architectural drafts by his hand, as if he had just finished his tiring work.
He heard the click of the door lock, turned his head and saw the returning object, with a deep smile in his black eyes.
"You're back."