After sending the things, Zhao Lanxiang touched the deflated purse, feeling distressed and satisfied.
Although all the money was spent, she didn't keep it for her own use. When they were all sold, it would be a huge sum of money. At that time, her wallet can be a little bigger. This kind of large-scale reselling is the most profitable, but the threshold for entry is a bit high, and ordinary people can't do it.
First of all, you must have a relationship to open a letter of introduction to come to S City, and secondly, you must have enough money to buy these large items. If these two conditions are met, you must prepare sufficient industrial coupons and other various bills. In the end, he carried a lot of precious industrial products on the train, and there was a possibility of being caught by the police.
Therefore, the father either had a way to ship it back or mailed it. Zhao Lanxiang only mailed two things, just to earn a little money, which was barely within a reasonable range, and the post office employees did not suspect her. If he was a big-ticket business like Li Zhong, he would have to bite the bullet and slowly lose his luck one by one.
The corners of Zhao Lanxiang's mouth rose slightly, and she went to the black market in a good mood. She bought five catties of flour. Autumn is high and fresh, and it is a good season to eat crabs here in S City. The crab paste oozes fat and oil, and the big crab at this time is one of the lowest food for the people of S City.
There is a saying that can roughly describe the precarious status of the big crab at this time: the poor in the old s beach have no food to eat, so they have no choice but to eat the big crab.
Until now, its status has not been shaken.
Although the hottest season has passed, it still does not affect Zhao Lanxiang's love for crabs. She used to be cold in the palace and fell ill, and the old man never allowed her to eat such cold and cold food. Now that she comes here, she can satisfy her appetite.
She decisively picked five big crabs, opened its white belly, and found the female crab. Experienced people can pick out crabs that are fat and oily by touching the shells of crabs.
Zhao Lanxiang paid a dime and took the two-pound crab away without paying a ticket.
She borrowed the kitchen of the guest house and kneaded the dough with a rolling pin. The flour was made of high-gluten flour. She wanted to make some crab roe soup dumplings. In this slightly cold season, eating hot soup dumplings is the best.
Zhao Lanxiang caught an old hen and came back to make the skin jelly with the soup base, and the crab roe soup buns have a better flavor with old chicken soup.
Just simmering such an old chicken soup for making skin jelly, the smell is so fragrant that pedestrians on the street below can smell it. Occasionally, there are pedestrians who stop to look around, and the fragrance is wafting out of which state-run hotel.
The fillings of the crab roe soup dumplings are made of crab meat and crab roe. Zhao Lanxiang cleaned the crabs and steamed them in a cage. The fire of the five-coal coal stove was very strong, and the water was rolling. Zhao Lanxiang took off the steamed red crab, cut the crab shell, the white and delicate crab meat was juicy, and Zhao Lanxiang tore it greedily. Eat a piece, tender and chewy, plump and sweet.
She added the crab meat and crab paste to the pot and fry it until the crab oil came out.
Zhao Lanxiang used ice cubes to cool the chicken soup skin jelly. When the crab meat and crab roe were fried, the noodles were kneaded, and the skin jelly was cooled and formed.
She kneaded the big soup dumpling with 22 pleats. The dough was thick in the middle and thin at the edges. She was afraid that the thick soup would break up the skin and leak out. There are four big soup dumplings in a cage, and the stove is slowly steamed on a small fire.
When He Songbai returned from debt collection in the evening, Zhao Lanxiang's elaborate soup dumplings were ready.
This kind of soup bag contains a small half bowl of soup is absolutely unambiguous, and a tube can be inserted into a tube to suck up a full stomach of delicious soup.
Zhao Lanxiang put a soup dumpling on a plate and put it in front of the man. It was the first time He Songbai had seen such a big dumpling. The buns are fat and belly, like a big belly with a pregnant belly. It's fat and cute, the dough is steamed with brown soup, and the fragrance makes people hungry and unbearable.
Zhao Lanxiang pressed the man down, leaned on his shoulder and said, "Let's eat steamed buns tonight. This is the authentic flavor of S City. I promise you will eat it once and think twice. I specially learned it from my friends."
He Songbai came back with the cold air all over his body, and suddenly a warm and soft body lay on his shoulders, and his whole body immediately became hot.
He coughed dryly, his throat a little itchy.
"Okay, sit down and eat well."
He hadn't had a good meal for a few days, and he had spent all his time on that turtle son.
Zhao Lanxiang handed the tube to the man, put the tube on the bun by himself, sucked on her pink lips a few times, and took a sip of the soup.
"How about the debt collection?"
He Songbai hadn't eaten yet, and his voice was hoarse and gruff like a boy in the voice-changing period. His voice was mixed with a faint smile, revealing a sense of ease: "I've got it back!"
"I'll take you around here tomorrow, and let's go home the day after tomorrow."
He still wanted to say something, but he pursed the crab soup bun, and all the words were lost in his throat.
A fresh and sweet taste came out from the tip of the tongue and rushed to the head. The hot and rich soup mixed the mellowness of the old chicken soup with the deliciousness of the crab meat, grabbing all his tastes. He gulped and swallowed, and after sucking for a while, sweat dripped from his forehead, and the cold from outside was dispelled by the hot buns.
Warming up all over, he picked up a corner of the soup dumpling with chopsticks and began to bite the dough. The steamed buns are sweet, pliable, and strong, and the soup has a savory and savory flavor. The three mouthfuls of the steamed buns are quickly eaten by him.
The snow-white crab meat turned dark brown when soaked in the soup, but the taste was even more beautiful. Zhao Lanxiang didn't break up the crab meat, but the meat was tender and tender. He Songbai occasionally ate the glutinous and fragrant ointment, which made him feel I feel that I am not eating meat.
It's a pity that he has never eaten crabs. The meat of the palm-sized crabs in Tiangougou is not enough to fit between his teeth. Where has he eaten such delicious and cheap food as crabs. After taking a bite, he opened his mouth and asked, "What is this?"
Zhao Lanxiang saw that he was hot and sweaty, and handed him a handkerchief to wipe his sweat. Later, seeing that he was eating buns with both hands, he wiped him with the handkerchief.
She has a smile on her face, a certain kind of smile that is like the stars in the sky, and her eyes are soft and affectionate.
"Crab, it's not a valuable thing, is it delicious?"
He Songbai nodded. He is not a person who is good at expressing his emotions. He proved his love for crab soup dumplings with his actions.
Zhao Lanxiang was slightly startled when he saw the cheerful look he was chewing on crab meat.
The old man had never eaten a bite of crab meat, and he had repeatedly expressed to her that he did not like the fishy smell of crabs, nor did he like eating seafood.
Where did you think... He Songbai liked it very much. It tastes as cheerful as a puppy chewing on a bone, and its eyes are as heavy as a wolf enjoying delicious meat.
She sat at the table with mixed feelings, and the "truth" that was twenty years late made her eyes feel slightly sore.
"Eat, why don't you eat?"
When He Songbai saw that the object had been looking at him, he couldn't help but stop. He was stared at by her eyes, and the man's rough face was a little embarrassed.
Zhao Lanxiang sniffed invisibly, "I'm full, there's still some chicken in the pot, you can eat it!"
He Songbai touched his head, and some monk Zhang Er felt confused. He looked at her as if he missed her, seemed indulged, his burning eyes seemed to be looking at him, but it was more like looking at another person through him.
This feeling made him slightly uncomfortable, but a little surprised.
He watched her silently, eating calmly and quietly.
After eating two big soup buns, he drank another bowl of chicken soup, and his hungry belly was soothed by the sense of fulfillment brought by the delicious food. After he finished eating, he cleaned up the mess on the table, washed the pots and returned the dishes to the guest house.
He Songbai touched her head, "I'm back in the room."
Zhao Lanxiang pulled his hand and gave him a kiss.
"I'll take you to do something tomorrow, spare some time for me, and put on that new dress by the way."
The woman's warm lips landed on his rough tiger's mouth, and He Songbai's heart shuddered unexpectedly.
He showed his white teeth and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter?"
Zhao Lanxiang didn't say anything.
This woman is also mysterious!
However, He Songbai looked at her serious eyebrows, his Adam's apple rolled involuntarily, and replied, "Okay."
"It's up to you to make it happen or not."
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Boss: What does she want to do
Still wearing new clothes, um... Suddenly there is some anticipation.
Brother Bo shyly covered his neckline, secretly yy
Crying, I fell asleep last night after squatting, it seems that I have self-awareness
Gotta give away today.
See you on Weibo at noon~