After Jiang Li heard Zhao Lanxiang's words, her first reaction was not to believe it.
Who is her brother
The young generation in the entire compound belongs to him with the most promising future. Unlike the mediocre elder brothers above, her elder brother Jing picked the good-looking places of his parents, the more promising people were not as promising as him, and the more promising ones were not as good as him. There are so many girls who have liked her brother that they can line up from the street to the end of the street. Anyway, there is a strengthening company.
Now Zhao Lanxiang actually said that she had broken up with her brother, even when her brother wrote such a "nauseous" letter.
Jiang Li just wanted to laugh, but she couldn't smile when she saw the seriousness in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.
She said, "Do you still want my brother to treat you as an ancestral offering and beg you to be good to him?"
"If you miss this village, you won't have this store. You've made him disheartened, and he won't be able to enter my Jiang family's door in this life."
Jiang Li didn't think Zhao Lanxiang's words were false. What she thought of was his brother's indifferent look before, the kind of cheap look that trampled on a girl's sincerity, and sometimes her teeth itch when she sees it. If her partner dares to do this to her, she promises to get them out of the way neatly.
She thought that Zhao Lanxiang was "really angry", but she never doubted Zhao Lanxiang's sincerity towards his brother.
How could she suddenly change when she said that she was so determined back then.
Zhao Lanxiang snorted and said without interest, "It's up to you."
"But it seems that your brother doesn't have that kind of self-consciousness yet. You can give him a little mention. Writing this kind of letter to an innocent girl these days is a joke. There is no such thing as a gangster."
She casually opened Jiang Jianjun's letter and glanced at it.
In fact, Zhao Lanxiang didn't dare to believe that Jiang Jianjun would write a "love letter" to her. At this time in his last life, he was suffering from a low point in his life and was suppressed to death by the "nemesis" in his destiny. . He was hospitalized and recuperated miserably by himself, but the house leaked and it rained overnight, and Bai Yueguang was also transferred to another country for his career.
In the end, it is estimated that he thought that he would have no chance with Bai Yueguang in this life, but he would eventually get married, so he randomly picked the one who was the most passionate about him.
How could he write a "nauseous" love letter to her at this time
At this glance, Zhao Lanxiang felt something was wrong, and his eyes with ten lines suddenly turned into a word-for-word examination.
This action fell in Jiang Li's eyes, and it became a proof of hard-mouthedness and soft-heartedness.
She said, "Hey, I don't care about your business, I want to eat buns."
Zhao Lanxiang experienced the feeling of "washing her eyes" when Jiang Li opened the letter and read it. It was the first time in her two lifetimes that she saw Jiang Jianjun's warm and bold side, but when she looked at it, she frowned. eyebrows raised.
A strange thought entered her mind.
He... Now, it's time to get bored of her.
How, possible, write to her in such a lover's tone!
For a while, Zhao Lanxiang was stunned for a moment, and there was speechless surprise in her heart, and at the same time, a cold air suddenly came to her heart from the soles of her feet.
Jiang Jianjun wouldn't be reborn like her, would he
Big trouble.
Regardless of what happened between her and Jiang Jianjun, as far as the grievances between He Songbai and him are concerned, He Songbai gave Jiang Jianjun a hard lesson for her at the beginning and brought him down. If Jiang Jianjun was really what she thought, Zhao Lanxiang was reluctant to think deeply.
Jiang Li shook Zhao Lanxiang's body.
"Okay, okay, my brother's letter isn't that good-looking, isn't it. As for keeping you staring at it so excited that you can't speak?"
"I want to eat steamed buns, do you have time to make them? I bought all the meat." Jiang Li said, shaking the pork in her hand. The pork in her hand was half fat and thin, and an inch of white fat was in the sunlight. It has a slightly oily sheen underneath.
The thoughts in Zhao Lanxiang's mind went back and forth, and finally her eyes were fixed on Jiang Li.
She said, "I'm here to discuss something with you. If you agree, I'll make this bun for you. If you don't agree... just go back with your pork and make it yourself."
Jiang Li glanced suspiciously at Zhao Lanxiang and asked, "What's the matter?"
The corners of Zhao Lanxiang's lips curled up, she waved at her, and whispered a conversation in her ear.
After Jiang Li heard this, she was inexplicable, her brows furrowed.
She said: "I think I know why other women are not attracted to my brother, but only you, tsk tsk tsk, this scheming is really deep..."
Jiang Li is not interested in how Zhao Lanxiang is in love with her brother, she just wants to eat buns, hot buns!
Yesterday, she heard Zhou Jiazhen's longing and nostalgia talking about the steamed buns made by Zhao Lanxiang, and her saliva couldn't help overflowing.
As soon as the autumn harvest was over, she neatly went to the store to line up to buy meat. It's a pity that she got up too late on the first day, the meat had already been robbed, and it was her turn to have nothing left. The so-called setbacks encountered, the higher the final sense of expectation.
Early this morning, Jiang Li went to the county in the dark, grabbed a front row, passed the post office and brought a letter, and hurried back to see Zhao Lanxiang still sleeping happily. Abused to the core.
Zhao Lanxiang took the meat from Jiang Li's hand and weighed it. It was quite heavy, and it was estimated that it weighed two pounds.
"You can't finish so much pork."
Jiang Li hummed and said, "It's okay, you can do it anyway. I'll make a few more and I'll take them back for lunch and dinner."
Zhao Lanxiang thought about it and said, "If you want to eat better, go to the brigade right now to see if the salesman is here. Go buy a few pieces of crushed ice from him and bring it back."
In the past few days, the autumn harvest weather is hot and dry, and it is as stuffy as a stove at noon. People who have been exposed to the sun for a long time are prone to heat stroke. Sometimes there will be salesmen on the farm who will be drinking ice water, and many people are willing to spend a cent or two to buy some ice cubes to dispel the heat.
Jiang Li was dissatisfied with Zhao Lanxiang's casual attitude, she glared at Zhao Lanxiang, and then the temptation brought by the delicious meat buns made her succumb. She stomped her feet and turned around to buy ice cubes.
At this time, Tang Qing, who was outside the door, came out and asked, "Is there ice? I'll just go buy it."
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and walked to the firewood room with the pork.
Fortunately, during the three-day vacation, Zhao Lanxiang wanted to make something delicious. The old soup stock that had been simmered overnight on the stove was just right for making soup dumplings. The soup dumplings are juicy and rich in flavor. The thin, tender and chewy skin is wrapped in the thick soup. When you bite into it, the juice flows. The layered taste is much better than simply eating meat dumplings. The trick to pure soup dumplings is in the clear and mellow soup, which makes people think of one after eating one.
Perfect to eat as a morning tea.
After Zhao Lanxiang kneaded the dough, Tang Qing bought the ice cubes.
She made skin jelly soup with pork skin and old stock of tube bones, cooled it with ice cubes, and the soup skin jelly gradually solidified into an agar-like solid.
Zhao Lanxiang, the powder kneading the dough skin, used raw starch, kneaded the bun skin with eighteen pleats, and wrapped the minced meat and skin together. Steaming with high fire, the solid skin jelly gradually melted into a delicious soup, the thin layer of steamed buns gradually became translucent under the transpiration of the mist, and the noodles steamed from the raw starch became transparent.
Soon a basket of hot crystal soup dumplings will be ready, stuffed with beans and pork, corn and pork, mushrooms and pork, and the three-color soup dumplings are outlined under the crystal skin, just like creamy fat and moist jade, fat and moist. Small, every pleat is lovely and alluring.
Jiang Li squatted beside the stove, her eyes were shining and her saliva was overflowing.
Such a beautiful bun, she was reluctant to start.
Tang Qing took the initiative to put a plate of soup dumplings, and before he could sit down, he couldn't wait to put one in his mouth. Before he could taste it, his tongue was burned.
He took a deep breath, biting his teeth a little bit, and the juice overflowed and filled his mouth. The thin dough is soft and sticky, the meat filling is fat but not greasy, fresh and delicious, and the soup is so hot that you can't help but roar. on.
After eating one soup dumpling, Tang Qing devoured the second one, and he said vaguely and excitedly, "Delicious!"
"I've never eaten a bun that looks so special."
It wasn't until the fourth one was eaten that Tang Qing's hungry stomach and greedy tongue were soothed. He was willing to slow down and start to taste the soup dumplings of each filling slowly.
"Comrade Zhao, your skill in making steamed buns is definitely this."
He gave a thumbs-up praise without hesitation. Tang Qing's mother's cooking was also delicious. After he went to the countryside, he would often think of his mother's dishes. But since eating what Zhao Lanxiang made, he thought more about Zhao Lanxiang's noodle soup and steamed buns.
Maybe... After the successful transfer of his bicycle, there will be more food that he will miss.
After Jiang Li ate the eight soup dumplings, her stomach was full, and she packed the rest of the dumplings with a cloth bag.
Zhao Lanxiang said meaningfully: "Remember what I said."
Jiang Li waved her hand, "Come on, don't you need to remind me, do I look like the kind of person who will default on my debts?"
Zhao Lanxiang sent the two to the door. After Jiang Li left, Tang Qing stayed.
He said, "Do you still want a bicycle?"
"Bicycles are not really necessary for me..."
He coughed lightly and continued: "But if I want to transfer the bicycle, I just want to transfer it to you. You gave me the idea of selling the bicycle."
Zhao Lanxiang took out the money for the bicycle without hesitation and handed it to Tang Qing. She said, "Of course I want it, but I don't have enough industrial coupons. If you want to come to dinner this month, let me know in advance. Okay. Is that ok?"
This... Of course, it works very well, and it hits the heart of Tang Qing.
He happily pushed his bicycle over and put it in the bullpen of the He family.
Zhao Lanxiang wrapped three kidney bean cakes in oil paper and handed them to him, "Thank you for your bicycle, I just made it this morning, you can try it."