Zhao Lanxiang thought that what he said just now might be heard clearly by him, and was a little embarrassed. She was about to explain something to him, but she remembered the rumor that he and Pan Yu had drilled into the cornfield.
She also withdrew her gaze and calmly walked to the well to draw water.
She needs to take the initiative to change the habit she has developed over the years, especially the habit of following He Songbai involuntarily with her eyes. She has to go with the flow slowly. Zhao Lanxiang has to admit that the gap between the nineteen-year-old He Songbai and the forty-year-old man is like a natural moat.
It doesn't mean that the nineteen-year-olds can be together smoothly, everything has its own set. The real purpose of Zhao Lanxiang's coming to the countryside to come to him this time is to prevent him from going to prison, not to rush to fall in love with him and marry him.
Thinking like this, Zhao Lanxiang, who was thinking about something, suddenly became enlightened and let go of the burden in her heart.
She rubbed the stinky pig's large intestine clean with salt, and after washing the large intestine, she carefully washed the pig's trotters. The knife scraped the pig's trotter carefully, and the ten thumbs kneaded it like a massage. The pig's trotters with red in the white look very cute in the clear water. Zhao Lanxiang, who was so greedy for meat, couldn't even wait to simmer it with her spices.
Half a catty of pig's trotters is actually not much meat, only a few pieces are chopped into pieces. But Zhao Lanxiang, who was shy in his pocket, could only temporarily restrain his greedy heart.
Fortunately, these two things are very cost-effective except for the meat ticket. Two cents per pound of large intestine, and one cent for pig's trotters. She deliberately chose pig trotters that were evenly fat and thin, thinking that it was still early, and there was still time to stew the spiced pig trotters.
Sister He hasn't finished work yet, and it's not too early for the He family to cook dinner. She borrowed the He family's stove and pot head.
She blanched the pig's trotters with water and soaked them with wine and soy sauce for half an hour. The next meal was to fry the pot head with oil and ginger slices. She wrapped the spices in gauze to make a spice bag and put them into a small pot. The pig's trotters were simmered in the small pot. Stew until the water is almost dry and sticky, and the trotters have become oily and red.
The water in the pot was bubbling, and she sniffed the rising scent with satisfaction and covered the pot.
He Sanya went home first. She put down the heavy hogweed on her back, smelled the aroma and walked to the firewood room involuntarily. This is a strong and overbearing fragrance, and the hungry person smells the stomach and feels more and more hungry like colic. He Sanya's mouth was drooling. She saw Zhao Lanxiang in the firewood room as if she was stunned. She glanced greedily, turned her head and ran to the yard to fill herself with a large bowl of water, biting a handful of music. Koji with water to drink.
Zhao Lanxiang, who was concentrating on cooking, was taken aback by the little girl who suddenly appeared, and when she saw her lying on the side of the well drinking raw water and eating wild vegetables, she couldn't help but be a little blind.
She led the child into the firewood room, lifted the lid of the small pot, and the eight pieces of pig's trotters were stewed softly and sweetly, and they were shiny and oily. She took out a bowl for He Sanya, took one with chopsticks and blew it in front of her mouth and put it in the bowl.
"Eat."
He Sanya showed a white glutinous rice tooth, buried her head and gnawed like a small beast, twitching her fingers. She didn't twist in the slightest, and didn't understand the complicated rules of the adult world. She was used to the cold eyes of people, she didn't cry when she was beaten, she was timid and numb like a puppet without emotion.
However, as long as she was a little nicer to her, the bright smile in her dark eyes was as warm as the fire on the stove. After she finished eating, she buried her face in the bowl and smirked, licking the smell left in the bowl.
This is what He Songbai saw when he returned from feeding the pigs.
In the dimly lit wood room, a small fire licked the small pot warmly. The jumping flames outlined the woman squatting on the stove very gently, and his silly girl was eating rice and meat around others.
Everything is harmonious, except Sanya eats meat with the woman.
He sank his face and shouted three times.
"Who let you eat people's food for nothing?"
The young man in the voice-changing period had uncontrollable anger in his low, hoarse voice. He stepped in front of He Sanya in two steps and three steps. He picked her up with one hand and tucked her under the creak nest. A few crumpled votes were placed on the table, and he said in a firm voice:
"Don't give her anything to eat in the future."
Zhao Lanxiang's body couldn't help but move back two steps, the fierceness on He Songbai's face gave her the feeling that he was going to beat someone.
Then he really beat He Sanya, opened the flower by spanking her ass, and made her stand in the corner. However, He Sanya is used to being beaten, and Pite is solid. Although she was beaten by her eldest brother, she ate two pig trotters anyway, until she stood on the corner of the wall, she was babbling, thinking hard about the smell of pig trotters.
In fact, she didn't even know that she was eating pig's trotters. How could she recognize the taste of pig's trotters? The poor kid has few opportunities to eat pork all year round. Later, this unsatisfactory pig's trotter became an unforgettable taste in He Sanya's life.
Zhao Lanxiang was funny and angry, walked up to He Songbai and said, "I am the one who feeds her. What does she know as a child, do you want to just beat me too?"
He Songbai stood on the spot, only to feel an embarrassing sadness spread all over his body. How much he wanted his lovely sister to have a full meal. She has never had a good meal since she was born, and she has no milk to drink at two or three months old. Feed her with water to grow up. But he worked so hard and worked so hard that he couldn't get a full meal.
It's just that God let them entrust them to be born in the He family, and they suffered a lot of crimes with him in vain.
He Songbai's dark eyes were covered with a layer of gray, he only glanced at Zhao Lanxiang, turned and got into the firewood room. He grabbed two handfuls of brown rice with his big palm and started to cook dinner for the He family.
Zhao Lanxiang felt that the glance of him just now made her feel like her heart was suddenly broken.
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When Sister He came back in the evening, He Sanya called her with a smile from the corner of the wall.
Zhao Lanxiang took out the fried pig intestines and trotters, and presented them with a bowl of rice. She smiled and said, "I ate your meal for nothing last night, let's eat it together today."
Sister He hurriedly shook her head, although yesterday's meal was considered a sumptuous meal for them, because the rice was more abundant than usual. But it's still too shabby. How can it be compared with the meat and rice that Zhao Zhiqing put out
Zhao Lanxiang has already put a few chopsticks in the large intestine into Sister He's bowl, and said with a smile: "Although these are meat, they are all pigs and they are not worth a lot of money. Sister, you can eat it with confidence!"
This friendship is too precious. Sister He looked at Zhao Zhiqing with emotion and gratitude. She softened the rice with hot water and brought it into the back room for her grandmother to eat. Once the whole family has something delicious, they will always leave it to her first. The rice that Zhao Zhiqing bought was all fine grains, so soft that it seemed to melt in the mouth when chewed, soft and smooth, with a faint sweetness. Unlike the rough food they eat, it makes my throat hurt.
Sister He finished a meal with guilt and satisfaction. This meal was almost a delicious meal she had never tasted in her life. After Zhao Zhiqing finished eating, she scraped the bowl of vegetables for her sister to eat. Except for He Songbai, the He family's family was full and satisfied that night.
When Zhao Lanxiang was taking a bath in the evening, Sister He came to her room in the dark, put a stack of money on Zhao Lanxiang's table, and carefully pressed it with the celadon-colored vase.
These money happened to be the "rent" that Zhao Lanxiang paid yesterday.
The author has something to say: He Songbai looks like a wolf dog, but he is actually a little milk dog, a poor little milk dog
PS: If there is less change in the future, I will make it up, little cuties don’t worry