After Zhou Jiazhen finished drinking this bowl of chicken soup, her forehead was slightly sweaty, her stomach was warm, and her whole body was filled with a sense of pleasure, as if she was as satisfied as snuggling in her mother's arms when she was a child.
She wiped away her tears and murmured, "It's delicious, it tastes the same as what my mother made."
This bowl of hot chicken soup made Zhou Jiazhen in good spirits, and the sorrow between her brows was swept away.
She smiled and closed the book, took out a 0.3 jin meat ticket from her pocket and put it on the table.
"Thank you for the chicken soup, the book you gave me is so beautiful!" Zhou Jiazhen praised sincerely.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "Just if you like it."
She watched Zhou Jiazhen leave the He family, and by the way brought the chicken soup to He Songbai's room. Walking to the door of the man's room, Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the door, twisted it again, and found that the man had locked the door.
"Open the door."
Zhao Lanxiang frowned.
There was a muffled voice inside, the lazy voice seemed to come from the quilt, with the hoarseness of a sound sleep in the afternoon.
"I'm sleeping, what's the matter?"
After all, Zhao Lanxiang was the one who shared the bed with He Songbai for more than ten years. How could the man's husky words escape her ears
He used to use a rhetorical tone when he was guilty of a guilty conscience, speaking at a slower rate than normal, and now he was dragging like a Tibetan mastiff, how could he ever have such a peaceful tone.
Pretending to be sleeping is quite similar.
Zhao Lanxiang said lightly: "Isn't the door open yet? Big sister is ready to come..."
The man who was sleeping in the room suddenly had a severe headache, and his frown could almost hold up a chopstick.
He got to his feet with incredible speed and limped over to open the door to his secret object.
He Songbai hurriedly dragged the woman into the room, sticking out his head and struggling with the figure of the inspector's elder sister.
However... Where could he find a strand of Sister He's hair, he only saw a faint smile on the woman's lips.
He Songbai closed the door, leaned one hand on the door to support his body, lowered his head and tried his best to cover up the woman: "I was just sleeping."
His ears suddenly turned red at an obvious speed, and he coughed: "Have you made chicken soup?"
Zhao Lanxiang put the chicken soup on the table, "Drink it, I'll leave after you finish it."
He Songbai didn't want to drink chicken soup, but he couldn't embarrass the woman's kindness.
He drank and chewed a piece of chicken butt, stuck out his tongue and licked it, there were unseen fluctuations on his calm face.
After drinking, he wiped the oil stains on his mouth, and said in a calm and difficult voice: "Lanxiang, this is the last time I eat your food, maybe you don't care what I said. But... Remember, eat women's soft drinks. Fans are not good men, so don't look for this kind of person in the future."
After He Songbai finished speaking, he limped silently and went to the cabinet to find a few pieces of money.
Under the woman's surprised gaze, his large and warm palms covered her hands. The thick callus on his palm scratched against her delicate skin.
Zhao Lanxiang frowned and watched as a wrinkled Great Unity was shoved into her hand.
Ten dollars, such a large denomination... Probably his little savings, right
Looking at Zhao Lanxiang's expression, He Songbai raised his eyebrows and puffed out his mouth fiercely: "If you give it to you, you can keep it."
Zhao Lanxiang's fingers trembled slightly, and she stuffed the crumpled money into her pocket.
The man added: "Tie Zhu came this morning when you went to the county. He brought me a bag of mountain goods. I don't need it. You can eat it."
He hunched over with difficulty, leaned over and reached under the table, pulling a bag of things to Zhao Lanxiang's feet.
Zhao Lanxiang bent down and lifted it up, opened it and was surprised to find that it was dried red dates and fresh yam. These two are good things to nourish Qi and nourish the body, and they are suitable for He Songbai to eat.
The man's sharp eyebrows sank, as if he could see Zhao Lanxiang's thoughts, and said solemnly: "I don't like to eat, so don't make it for me. You, eat it yourself, you know?"
He emphasized the three words yourself.
Zhao Lanxiang nodded ignorantly.
After He Songbai finished speaking, he touched her head with the hand of the wooden board, and said lightly, "Go back."
The man's light voice was so low that it was almost inaudible: "Silly woman with no heart."
Zhao Lanxiang heard it, carrying the yam and red dates, her face suddenly turned pink.
Heart like honey.
…
Zhao Lanxiang was carrying this heavy bag, so many by himself that he did not know that he would eat the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. She remembered her shriveled wallet, and hadn't gone to the black market to "supply" money tickets for a while.
Zhao Lanxiang planned to use part of this bag of yam products to make some yam cakes and exchange them for money on the black market. So she and the team leader took a day off from going to work, and got up in the dark the next day.
The red dates are soaked in water, and the well water that has been sucked all night becomes round, only the color is dark red and smooth. Zhao Lanxiang patiently peeled and cored the red dates one by one, and steamed them in a steamer to soften them into mud. After steaming, filter through a gauze sieve, leaving a finely powdered red date paste. Heat the pot, add sugar, and mix in the red date puree.
Warm fire, lick the pot head slowly, the red dates and sugar are blended together, the snow-white sugar gradually melts, and a warm and sweet aroma gradually emerges.
Select tender yam stems, shaved skins, steamed until soft and glutinous, add glutinous rice flour and mix to synthesize yam dough. The white and greasy yam skin is wrapped in a red date paste, and the white yam balls are kneaded into various shapes by Zhao Lanxiang, and finally steamed in a cage.
When the sky was grey and dark, Zhao Lanxiang had already steamed a basket of yam cakes.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead, carefully packed the yam cake with a clean white cloth, and put it into her schoolbag.
In the dark night, the earth fell into a silent slumber. The villagers in Hezitun are still in their sweet dreams, and Zhao Lanxiang has already set off for the county with a bicycle.
She stepped on the bicycle cautiously, and stopped suddenly when she passed by the door of He Songbai's house.
Where her flashlight shone, the man leaned against the wall with his head down and he didn't know how long he waited here.
The moment he felt the light, he seemed to have raised his head, coughed violently, and said to Zhao Lanxiang in a vague voice, "Come here."
Zhao Lanxiang was a little embarrassed to go over, but just grabbed the schoolbag on his back.
He Songbai said lightly, "I can't eat you again, what are you afraid of?"
Zhao Lanxiang then walked over, and He Songbai took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her.
"When you get to the county, just send things to this address."
Zhao Lanxiang was so surprised that she quickly hit the light in her hand on the note, and saw a line of pencil characters written crookedly on it. It was ugly, but it was recognizable.
"You still know how to write!"
Zhao Lanxiang was very surprised, she thought he hadn't read a book, but the man gave her a solid stare as soon as she finished speaking.
It turns out that he did not receive his enlightenment education in prison.
He Songbai yawned and said, "Okay, I'm going to bed. Come back early."
Zhao Lanxiang stepped on the bicycle, tied the flashlight to the front of the bicycle, and quickly disappeared into the thick night.
…
After she came to the county, she followed the address written by He Songbai and searched all the way. Finally she came to a bright residential downstairs.
Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the door, and after the first knock, someone quickly emerged from it. He glanced at her nervously.
Zhao Lanxiang said, "I pick peach blossoms again for wine money."
The talent sighed in relief and beckoned: "Why didn't you come by yourself, Mr. He? What did you bring?"
Zhao Lanxiang said: "He is not feeling well and it is inconvenient to come. These are yam cakes, totaling 15 catties, you can taste them."
The man took a piece to taste. The pastry tasted light and soft at first, and the sticky and creamy jujube paste filling flowed out after biting a little deeper. The mouth was full of sweet fragrance, and the outside was covered with a layer of light yam cake, which was sweet but not greasy.
He brought Zhao Lanxiang in and weighed it with a scale. Fifteen pounds was still a fraction.
"How much?"
Zhao Lanxiang said, "If you want it all, I'll give it to you cheaper, seven cents a pound and a pound of candy tickets."
The man muttered, is it so expensive
Zhao Lanxiang said: "It's made with yam, red dates and white sugar. It's delicious and nutritious. It's especially suitable for children and the elderly to eat. It's different from the cheap stuff made of flour."
"Alright, alright, keep your voice down!"
The man glared at Zhao Lanxiang a few times, then quickly counted ten yuan and fifty cents and gave it to Zhao Lanxiang, "Go back and be careful."
Zhao Lanxiang accepted the money and nodded.
Thinking about this kind of organized and disciplined line, how did He Songbai touch it
She only gave him fourteen pounds of mung bean cake last time, and he sold it for more than ten yuan. This time, the cost of the yam and red jujube cake is much more expensive than that of mung beans. Honest people are easy to suffer. I knew she would rudely call for a higher price, and sell it for a pound by a pound for others to slowly haggle the price.
Zhao Lanxiang touched her ashes and returned quickly on her bicycle.
…
G City, Military Medical Hospital.
The man with the gauze wrapped around his head was reading his letters. The nurse who came to take his temperature in the morning couldn't help but glance at the man, and he felt better.
Seeing beautiful things always makes you feel better!
"Brother: Zhan Xinjia. Life in the countryside is very hard. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with this month's food stamps and meat stamps. I hope my brother will provide material support. In addition, after you wrote a letter to Zhao Lanxiang last time, she has taught me a lesson, and she is now better to me. Now, the noodles she makes are really delicious. Sister: Jiang Li."
The man touched his head, Ying Ting's eyebrows furrowed tightly.
The nurse said, "companion commander, you can't use your brain too much just after the operation. You can leave this to me, and I can read it to you."
Jiang Jianjun glanced at the calendar and read the letter again, his dark pupils flashed a hint of surprise.
He said, "Go to the duty room and see if there is any letter from me?"
The author has something to say: There is one more update tonight~~~
—————
The male supporting actor who lives in the side contrast finally has the opportunity to show his face.