Jiang Li was working hard and enjoying the deliciousness of the spicy bullfrog pot, and she didn't notice Zhao Lanxiang's slightly changed face.
As she ate, she said, "When will you make this next time, save some for me, I'm willing to buy it from you."
After a long while, Jiang Li did not get a positive reply from Zhao Lanxiang.
She hummed dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you talk, are you so happy and stupid after reading my brother's letter?"
Zhao Lanxiang stopped and shouted that He Songbai came to eat, and her back felt a little cool. She raised her head and looked around, and found that He Songbai was not nearby, and a sullen look appeared on her face.
Jiang Li was too open-mouthed. He Songbai heard such misunderstood words, and it was estimated that she would become the bad woman in his heart.
Bo Geer is a tortoise with a shriveled head hidden in a tortoise shell. She is sensitive and has low self-esteem. She finally dared to stick her head out to accept her, like her, and be willing to work hard for her. If he broke Jiang Jianjun's matter prematurely, Zhao Lanxiang would not be able to explain it with ten mouths.
Everything at the moment is gradually getting better in the right direction, and Zhao Lanxiang doesn't want Jiang Jianjun to mix in and destroy it at all.
Any possible danger, she wanted to snuff out in the cradle.
She thought about it for a long time, and said in a serious tone, "I'm not like that with your brother."
"If you talk like this again, you won't have to come to my place to eat again in the future."
Zhao Lanxiang rarely speaks heavy words, and even when he is the most impatient, his face is soothing and even smiling, but this indifferent tone made Jiang Li abruptly stunned.
She was choked by Zhao Lanxiang and said, "You... when I care about your business?"
Zhao Lanxiang said word by word, "You'd better be like this."
She quickly issued an order to evict guests: "Go back quickly after eating, the He family is not used to eating at the same table with strangers."
She paused and continued: "If there is something delicious in the future, I will leave some for you, you don't have to come to the door to ask for food."
"It's going to be embarrassing for me, and it doesn't look good, you know?"
Zhao Lanxiang frowned and said "successfully".
She couldn't guarantee that Jiang Li's rough temperament could remember her words. The best way was to reduce her chances of contacting He Songbai.
After Zhao Lanxiang finished speaking, she wiped a sweat for herself. She clearly didn't do anything to feel sorry for the man, but at this moment, she felt a guilty conscience.
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Jiang Li couldn't hold back her face, but when she heard the second half of the sentence, "Leave some for you", she was very happy, her eyes narrowed as if she had picked up a bargain. It is rare for Zhao Lanxiang to be so considerate.
She has the cheek to come over while people are eating, and occasionally she will be empty, which is also very uncomfortable.
Jiang Li said happily: "Okay, I'm not coming, I'll wait for you to come."
Jiang Li put a little frog in a bowl, gave Zhao Lanxiang fifty cents for the meal, and went back very satisfied.
Zhao Lanxiang hurriedly put away the letter on the table, and shouted for the brothers and sisters of the He family to come over for dinner. She brought a bowl of stewed mushrooms and frogs to Grandma's house.
When Sanya was writing big characters, she had already smelled the aroma of the firewood house. She was so greedy that the straw paper with big characters was stained with her saliva. Grandma Li tugged at her hair with hatred.
"It's not promising, I can't stand this temptation."
"You are not allowed to go to dinner until you finish writing two large characters."
She sternly quelled her lively, uncharacteristic granddaughter.
On the other side, He Songbai was feeding the cows in the cowshed, and when he heard the object's shout, he quickly stopped work and went to eat.
He set up his chopsticks and ate happily and happily, eating the clear soup that Zhao Lanxiang cooked for him. The alcoholism on his face seemed to be slow, and he gradually eased after drinking too much alcohol at noon. His deep face was full of red, and his expression was dull and lovely.
He said, "Xiangxiang, you are so beautiful."
Zhao Lanxiang felt that he was caught by his hand, and spat at him, "What are you doing drunk, Sanya will come after a while."
He Songbai said indifferently, "It doesn't matter, she is writing big characters!"
"It can't come so soon."
He Songbai kept smirking, but his hands were no longer irregular.
He ate honestly, cherished every grain of rice in the bowl, and said with a satisfied face, "The food you cook is really delicious."
"Smart and literate."
"Gentle and bold."
"Why is my fragrance so good!"
Zhao Lanxiang was stunned when she heard it. She had no idea that the drunk He Songbai was still like this.
The old man has a bad stomach and suffers from severe stomach problems. His personal doctor was very nervous and instructed him not to drink a drop of alcohol. When talking about business, several assistants around him kept the drink for him without any leakage. In addition, he was very self-control, so Zhao Lanxiang had never seen him for so many years. Drunk look.
She couldn't help laughing and grinned.
When a man speaks sweet words, he is also born with an irresistible magic. Zhao Lanxiang's bad mood at the moment was also washed away by his silly words.
The stubbornness in front of her made her abandon her far-sighted future.
"Anything else?" She whispered close to He Songbai's ear and asked with a smile.
At the same time, her eyes were also paying close attention to the movement outside the firewood house. It was the time for the He family to gather most together at dinner time in the evening.
There may not be enough people to eat at noon, but no matter how busy you are at night, the sisters and brothers of the He family can get together.
But today is a little different. Sister He is currently spending the night in Li's bridal chamber. Grandma is inconvenient to come out of the house, and she hasn't even finished writing three big characters.
At this moment, Zhao Lanxiang felt a kind of uncontrollable secret pleasure, and when he heard the man's so enthusiastic words, he was fluttering and even a little sloppy.
It's rare for this man who is as boring as a gourd with a sawed mouth to be so coquettish. If it wasn't for the strong smell of alcohol on his body, Zhao Lanxiang would have thought he said it on purpose.
He Songbai thought for a while, and stared at Zhao Lanxiang with some distress. Fan stared and stared, suddenly fell down on the table with a thud, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
Zhao Lanxiang's expectations failed, and she angrily tugged at his ears, wishing to wake him up.
"Really, I can't drink so much wine, but I can still be brave."
Zhao Lanxiang removed the rice bowl by his elbow, and heated hot milk on the stove that was still warm in the firewood room. The milk was used for sobering up. So drunk, drinking some milk can also relieve stomach irritation.
After a long while, Sanya, who had finished writing the big characters, happily got into the firewood room, squatted at the table and ate dinner.
She covered her mouth and laughed at how drunk the elder brother fainted. She was so happy to take the frog in the pot as her own, and eat it as she liked.
It was the first time Sanya had ever seen the way of eating meat in a pot. The red oil in the pot is bubbling and the fragrance is overflowing. The yellowed frog chicken is hidden under the crisp green vegetables. It is smooth and tempting to eat. Amazing.
The delicious, hot and spicy taste made her taste the marrow. If Zhao Lanxiang hadn't stopped her, Sanya would have eaten it until her stomach burst.
Zhao Lanxiang rubbed her head: "Go take a bath and sleep."
She greeted Sanya to take a bath, led her to chat with her grandmother, and finally returned to the woodshed to feed He Songbai with milk and sober him up.
Her cold palm pressed against his hot face, and the drunken man squinted slightly.
"Get up, drink some milk and go to sleep."
"You are so heavy, I can't carry you back to the house to sleep."
He Songbai listened to the gentle and airy voice in his ear, the voice seemed to fall in the heart of his heart, pressing the post warmly. In a very quiet night, the firewood room was supported only by a kerosene lamp, and the surroundings were blurred, but the woman under the lamp had the beauty of looking at flowers in the fog, and she smiled faintly.
For a moment, his confused thoughts seemed to imagine that the woman in front of him was his wife.
"You feed me a drink, okay?"
He Songbai muttered vaguely, opened his eyelids and carefully looked at Zhao Lanxiang with expectant eyes.
Zhao Lanxiang had no resistance at all to this low-pitched plea, she reluctantly picked up the spoon, lifted his head, and fed the milk little by little into his mouth.
The warm milk flowed into He Songbai's mouth and into his burning stomach, which greatly soothed his drunken stomach. He felt a little gentle soothing and giggled non-stop.
In this way, he finished drinking a big bowl, "I don't drink anymore, I want to sleep."
After He Songbai finished speaking, he fell into a deep sleep.
…
Zhao Lanxiang abandoned the strength of nine bulls and two tigers, and finally helped the man as solid as Mount Tai back to the house, it was getting late. This is for He Songbai, who usually gets up early. He usually goes to bed at eight o'clock.
She stared at the watch in He Songbai's arms, worried that he wouldn't be able to get up at two in the morning to work, so she wiped his face silently.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't get up tomorrow."
"You're exhausted these days, old buffalo."
He Songbai fell into a deep sleep, did not respond to her, and quickly snored.
Only then did Zhao Lanxiang return to her room and unfold the letters hidden in her arms one by one.
"Lanxiang: Seeing the letter is like uh, Zhanxin Shuyan. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I miss you very much. I will go to find you when my work is over. Hope well, Jiang Jianjun."
Seeing this, Zhao Lanxiang took out his pen and quickly wrote a letter to reply.
"Comrade Jiang: I see the letter, the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching. I will take a few days off to go home to visit my parents. I can discuss it in detail at that time. I hope you don't travel all the way to the countryside to avoid missing it."
She thought that she must not continue to contact him with such letter after letter, and this kind of endless entanglement made her worried and put Brother Bo in danger.
She closed the cap of the pen, threw it neatly into the pen holder made of bamboo, and walked straight to the cowshed.