after dinner.
Sister He was still working hard, Zhao Lanxiang stood beside her and couldn't help patting her on the shoulder.
"Save it for tomorrow, and these jobs are not in a hurry."
He Songye raised his head and continued to sew without caring.
"It's okay, finish it early, rest assured."
She is like a warrior, and she has to grit her teeth to drive out the mission without sleep or even eating or drinking.
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly felt that the potion was too violent.
She coughed lightly and rushed Sister He to dinner.
"Don't do it, it costs you lamp oil to do it at night, and there is plenty of time for you to do it during the day."
Big Sister He didn't care at all, she only stopped for a moment when she heard "fee lamp oil", "Just do it for a while."
Zhao Lanxiang paused and said, "You are doing it in a hurry. It is too bad and people won't want it. Instead, you want me to post the cloth to compensate him. How can I have the money to compensate."
When Sister He heard this, she stopped and put down the cloth in horror.
Zhao Lanxiang bent her lips, patted her shoulder and said, "You've just started, don't be too hasty, just follow me slowly, the two of you will be able to finish the work soon."
Having said that, Zhao Lanxiang carefully flipped through the fruits of Sister He's labor. What she made is small parts such as sleeves and collars, although it is simple but it is a test of patience. Sister He sewed step by step according to her instructions, and there was no wrong needle. Even if there was a mistake, she would cut the seam and sew again.
When Sister He left Zhao Lanxiang's house, she was still terrified and patted her head.
If she accidentally breaks it, she can't afford to pay for other people's cloth!
Zhao Lanxiang came out of the window and stared at the back of Big Sister He leaving, as long as she knew that there would be a process to gradually change Big Sister He's thinking, and she had to take it slowly. But she had time to grind slowly, and she couldn't be more familiar with the trick of boiling frogs in warm water.
The dark sky leaked sparse starlight, and the moonlight coolly covered the ground with frost. Qiu Chan rustled, causing people to faintly feel sleepy.
Zhao Lanxiang, who was full, yawned and stared darkly at He Songbai's closed door and window.
It's so late... He Songbai still hasn't come back, where did he go
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know what he was tinkering with recently, only that he must have changed his job again, and this job seemed to be busier than before.
This was probably inferred by Zhao Lanxiang from his erratic whereabouts. In the past, Zhao Lanxiang knew that he was nocturnal at night and went to the slaughter farm to chop pigs without sleeping in the middle of the night.
But this time it was even more confusing.
Zhao Lanxiang lay on the bed and read a few pages of the book with the lights on. She was drowsy, and finally she slept with her head tilted for most of the night.
Zhao Lanxiang taught people how to make clothes for an afternoon. When Sister He was doing it, she was also working hard all the time, and she was really tired.
When she woke up again, she found that there was a faint gleam of light from the crack of the door of the house that belonged to He Songbai on the opposite side. In the extremely quiet night, there was a faint creaking sound from the overwhelmed wooden bed in his house.
Zhao Lanxiang jumped up, walked over and knocked on He Songbai's door.
She faintly smelled a faint smell floating in the air.
When the man in the room heard the knock on the door, his heart skipped a beat, but he didn't expect that the subject hadn't slept in the middle of the night, so he changed his clothes faster.
He jumped off the bed in a random bag with his old clothes, and opened the door in three and two steps. With a sleepy yawn, he asked unexpectedly, "Is something wrong?"
"It's very late, let's talk about it tomorrow, go to bed."
Zhao Lanxiang asked suspiciously, "Why did you come back so late?"
He Songbai hesitated, neither wanting to confess to her nor to lie to her, so he had to remain silent. The bad thing he did was serious enough to go to jail. He also didn't expect to keep hiding it all the time, but at the beginning, before it stabilized, it was good to be able to hide it.
A while ago, he went to the black market to make money. Didn't she ask him what work he did
Holding this "lucky" mentality, He Songbai narrowed his eyes and pretended to be thirsty and sleepy. He shoved the woman and said in a perfunctory tone, "I'll be back soon!"
"Just woke up and solved it at night."
Zhao Lanxiang pushed him and squeezed into the room.
She leaned on her waist and said, "Are you asking me to figure it out for myself, or will you confess to me?"
He Songbai did not speak.
Zhao Lanxiang paused and said, "You still smell like pig feces! You haven't even wiped your ass, so you want to hide it from me."
He Songbai heard the harsh words that came out of the subject's mouth unintentionally, the corners of his eyes could not help twitching, and his head was aching faintly.
He mumbled: "What do the girls say about pig shit and ass."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but glared at He Songbai with squinted eyebrows.
He Songbai's ears turned suspiciously red under her glaring gaze.
He rubbed her head and begged her for mercy: "Don't ask."
"I'll tell you when it's time for you to know, eh?"
His final voice rose slightly, and his rough voice was thick and hoarse, as if he had talked a lot all day, revealing the exhaustion he couldn't hide.
Zhao Lanxiang suddenly didn't want to ask.
She let out a sigh, looked at him deeply, and put it down again when she mentioned it, and finally said only:
"You haven't eaten yet, I'm warming porridge for you in the pot!"
He Songbai also knew that the clumsy flickering just now was untenable, could not deceive her, and couldn't stand the hunger in his stomach, so he followed her to the woodshed.
Zhao Lanxiang threw the chopped minced meat into the porridge with chopsticks, and the porridge rolled a little before she poured it out.
This is not at all the same as what she said about warm porridge in the pot. She had already made up her mind to have dinner with him.
I don't know how long she waited.
When He Songbai saw it, he felt inexplicably complicated, his heart felt warm again, and a stream of heat surged up.
"How stupid are you, you mother-in-law, I broke my hand or why can't I cook a bowl of porridge?"
Zhao Lanxiang glanced at him, not wanting to talk to him.
She greeted the man to sit down. He Songbai was drinking porridge. It was quiet in the middle of the night. He was really sleepy, but he cheered up and took a few mouthfuls of porridge. stomach.
He Songbai suddenly regained his senses.
"Fish?"
Zhao Lanxiang nodded vigorously.
"Yes, today the brigade put dry river water to fish for fish, and Dani's younger brother, Daniel, specially brought a big fish to the door."
After Li Dali was injured, the members voted openly and democratically to agree to Li Daniu as the captain of a large team. However, when Li Dali returned from the gate of hell, Daniu returned the position on his shoulders to his elder brother, only saying that it was for his elder brother. Just take care of it for the time being.
"It's rare to eat such fresh fish, so just eat a few more while it's hot!"
He Songbai buried his head again and took a few mouthfuls of porridge to drink. There was not much in a bowl of ground porridge, so he drank it up in three or two mouthfuls.
Still unfinished, the billowing fish fillets were as thin as cicada wings, tender and delicate, as if they had just been dyed a little and had not yet formed, they were scalded and solidified by the residual heat of the porridge. The juice from the tender yellow ginger is melted into the porridge, leaving a warm and spicy taste, which is combined with the umami of fish. It is soft and creamy, and it melts in the mouth.
He Songbai was still muttering in his heart that this mother-in-law deliberately gave him warm porridge to drink.
"Gone!"
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Detective Xiang: I know he wants to raise pigs, but I won't expose him
Xin Xubai: I can hide it for a while, um, that's it, perfect~
Pingshengjun: "..."