He Songbai's local chicken was disposed of neatly by Zhao Lanxiang, and the whole chicken was boiled in boiling water until the boiled water boiled butter before it was fished out. Skim off the scum and oil stains in the soup, put it in a clear and transparent half pot, let it cool, stew the lion's head in the soup, cover with the cabbage leaves, turn to a low heat and simmer for an hour.
At the same time, she cut the chicken pieces into oily and tender pieces with yellow skin and put them on the plate. Chinese cabbage, winter bamboo shoots, tofu, and tomato were cut into thin strips with a thin knife, and a Wensi tofu soup was stewed with fresh clams.
An hour later, the Zhao family had dinner.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't know how the conversation in the living room was going, and now she didn't have to worry about how He Songbai would face her elders.
Feng Lian helped her daughter to bring out the dishes, the air was filled with the strong aroma of sauce, but she looked up and saw that she was making a dish of white-cut chicken.
Zhao Lanxiang walked out of the living room and saw He Songbai holding the child's hand with a slightly embarrassed expression.
Xiao Huzi came out when he saw his sister, and called out to He Songbai timidly, "Brother Bai."
He Songbai's heart just fell to the ground.
The little clever ghost almost called him brother-in-law.
Does this count as shooting yourself in the foot? He Songbai's eyes quickly flashed a trace of remorse.
He glanced at the child and said, "Little Huzi is really smart, I remember correctly."
Zhao Yongqing withdrew his exploratory gaze.
He Songbai said: "I-I haven't packed my things yet, so I won't disturb you..."
Feng Lian quickly stopped the person, "I promised to have a meal before leaving, why don't you eat?"
Zhao Yongqing also said: "This chicken can only be eaten thanks to your blessing. Let's eat together."
Zhao Yongqing was slightly surprised when he saw that his son also looked very familiar with this young man.
But the meal was soon, and the hunger in his belly made him quickly divert his attention.
Zhao Lanxiang put a lot of effort into making this meal, cutting the meat and shredding the tofu into filaments, so that her hands became sore, and she felt a little uncomfortable until she held the chopsticks. However, the three dishes and one soup surprised the whole family.
The lion's head sank in the clear soup, the floating cabbage leaves were as green as jade, and the meatballs were as white as jade and white in color.
The thousand threads of Wensi tofu are crisscrossed, green, white and red floating in the clear soup, looming and visible, almost as thin as the wings of a cicada, especially the tomato, like a crimson gauze covered on the water. Scoop down a ladle, the clear soup waves hit the waves, and thousands of silks drift with the waves.
This made Feng Lian, who studied in the liberal arts, couldn't help but be stunned, as if the ancient recipes were reappearing.
She took the lead in scooping up half a bowl to drink. The thin shredded vegetables melted in the mouth, very calm and fresh. After scooping it a few times with a spoon, she realized that the soup base was originally made from clams, no wonder it was so fresh.
Zhao Yongqing put his chopsticks into the stewed lion head. The jade-like lion head is soft and mellow, with a pure and fragrant taste. It is not greasy after eating a few. It is a very pure and beautiful dish. Feng Lian started eating the lion's head after drinking half the bowl of soup, and the little tiger also ate it. The lion's head in a plate would soon bottom out. If Feng Lian hadn't taken the lead and left one for He Songbai, he probably didn't. portion to eat.
Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and smiled.
Honest people will never be able to grab food at the dinner table, especially a few of them still love to eat.
This meal was enjoyed by both the guest of honor and the guest, especially the little Huzi had a round belly. After eating, he slowly paced downstairs with the upright Maitreya Buddha's belly, and followed his mother for a walk to digest.
Through the air, He Songbai silently glanced at the person who was cleaning the tableware.
At this moment when she was full, a strong thought occurred in her heart uncontrollably. Her family is very beautiful. Her parents are very kind people. .
He wanted to help her clean up the dishes, but he was not qualified.
Subject's father stared at him closely, and asked him many questions in what appeared to be small talk.
"What's your job?"
He Songbai replied, "He who raises livestock."
Well, he does raise pigs. Not only does he raise pigs, but he and his eldest sister also take care of the cows in the brigade. Such an answer is not a lie.
However, it has not yet turned into a visible main business.
Zhao Yongqing asked again: "So you are from an intellectual family, no wonder you like reading so much."
"But your family drags you down, it's a pity..." He shook his head.
Zhao Yongqing said that He Songbai was fidgeting, and probably all the father-in-law in the world had a very keen sense of touch.
Zhao Yongqing previously thought that Young Man He was down-to-earth and sincere, but in a blink of an eye he was familiar with his whole family, and Zhao Yongqing felt something was wrong, but he couldn't find anything wrong.
After a round of hot tea to moisten the intestines, He Songbai took it as soon as he saw it, and hurriedly said goodbye.
"Thank you for Uncle Zhao's hospitality. The food is very delicious and the tea is delicious, but I have to go back to the guest house to pack my luggage later, so I won't stay any more."
Zhao Yongqing asked his daughter to send people to the door.
"Niuniu, don't wash the dishes, send it to your fellow countryman."
Zhao Lanxiang poked her head out of the kitchen, responded, quickly washed her hands, took something from the room and put it in her pocket.
She sent He Songbai downstairs, He Songbai didn't stop for a moment, just said "goodbye" and left in a hurry.
Zhao Lanxiang turned around and saw that Zhao Yongqing was standing right in front of the upstairs window
The moonlight was so dim that she couldn't see her father's face. I just felt a guilty conscience floating in my heart, and I really was completely convinced of my father.
His eyes are really not too sharp!
In the evening, Zhao Lanxiang packed her luggage one by one and put the things she needed into the bottom of the box one by one.
On the New Year's Day, she changed the calendar of 76 years and hung up a brand-new calendar. Now that she looks at it again, the vague memories of the past poured into her mind one after another. She turned out the old textbooks from the middle school one by one, wiped them clean, and put them neatly in the luggage.
When I came back, I had half a box of food, and when I left, I had half a box of books.
Because 1977 was the first year of the resumption of the college entrance examination, she went to college in her previous life, and naturally she could not miss the first train to spring in this life.
The next morning, Feng Lian took leave to send her daughter to the station. The train station in city G was crowded with educated youths going back and forth.
Before leaving, Zhao Lanxiang held Feng Lian's hand and said, "Don't send Xiaohuzi to grandpa's place on weekends in the future. He is young and always runs on horses, so his body can easily be overwhelmed."
"In the autumn, the little tiger can go to high school, and his mother can use the weekend to teach him more homework."
Feng Lian nodded again and again, and she said, "My dad and I were always worried about your squeamishness. It's easy to get along badly with others, and life is difficult."
She touched her daughter's face and said with emotion, "It seems that I have been tempered in the countryside and my mind has matured."
"We know that, just take care of yourself!"
Zhao Lanxiang got on the train and stared at the figure of her mother in the crowd from the window. The roar of the train sounded, and the wheels gradually started to move.
She waved at Feng Lian, "Wait for me to write a letter! Wait for me to go home during the Mid-Autumn Festival!"
Feng Lian stood where she was, chasing the train with her eyes. She thought she would not be sentimental, but in the end, she was infected by the emotion of parting in the crowd, and her vision became blurred.
The train carried their children and went to all corners of the country, shining brightly.
Build the new countryside of the motherland.
…
He Songbai stood up silently and walked in front of the object.
"Come on, change your position."
Zhao Lanxiang nodded, and He Songbai bought sleeper tickets for all three of them. Zhao Lanxiang, who had always stood all the way to the end, had a rare chance to enjoy the sleeper treatment for a day and a night.
He Songbai took out the fruit and unfolded the oil paper, which contained pieces of grapefruit pulp that had been peeled and crystal clear.
He offered her both hands and smiled. His rough thumb made the flesh more jade-like and translucent, like a pure lotus born out of mud.
Zhao Lanxiang enjoyed He Songbai's hospitality with peace of mind, she glared at him while eating fruit, "You were quite sensitive last night!"
He Songbai whispered to the subject's ear and said, "How can you do our job if you are not sensitive enough?"
"How is it, am I doing okay?"
He touched the back of his head.
"Great."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't be more impressed with his responsiveness. Is it really easier for people to have a sense of crisis after working hard for a long time
Although her father had some hints in his heart, but He Songbai pretended to be like that, he would probably think that he was thinking too much.
Zhao Lanxiang said something to He Songbai again. The two of them sat on the sleeper and stood on the train. The two black heads almost came together.
Gu Huaijin, the old man, was sitting in the opposite shop, staring at He Songbai and the two of them, frowning bitterly, as if disapproving. He coughed hard.
He Songbai silently asked for a marriage certificate for Gu Huaijin to see.
Gu Huaijin was drinking water and almost spit it out.
However, in the days that followed, He Songbai restrained a lot and never surpassed it.
Soon, the three returned to Hezitun.
As soon as Gu Huaijin got off the train, Wu Yong came to pick him up.
He looked at Wu Yong in surprise.
Wu Yong's face was slightly vicissitudes, the stubble on his chin was not shaved, and his clothes were wrinkled. He took Gu Huaijin's luggage and followed him silently.
Gu Huaijin said, "You don't have to please me so much."
Wu Yong smiled and said nothing.
Gu Huaijin said, "You saved my life, and I should thank you."
"But... I don't have any money or power. I even have to ask others for help when I go home... If you need anything, tell me directly. I'll weigh whether I can help you."
Wu Yong tossed Gu Huaijin's luggage, which was very heavy. Most of it contained the clothes and daily necessities prepared for him by Gu's mother.
"The teacher is still so humorous."
Gu Huaijin angrily stepped up to catch up with Zhao Lanxiang.
Zhao Lanxiang handed him a box of pea flour to eat. Gu Gong's eyes lit up. After a day and a night of train rides, eating a little of this refreshing and thorough flour was indescribably intimate.
A few of them hurriedly finished their lunch by the side of the road before continuing on their way.
Wu Yong and Gu Huaijin carried their luggage all the way back to the bullpen.
When Prophet Hu saw Gu Huaijin, his first sentence was: "Teacher, you are finally back. Have you heard about the happy event of Junior Brother Wu?"
Prophet Hu turned his head and said to Wu Yong, "Congratulations, you have finally made it through. Excellent people will never be buried."
Wu Yong said humbly: "Everything that doesn't exist is spread by everyone. You don't even look at my situation. I still have something to do, so I'll say goodbye first... "
Gu Huaijin tidied up his own den and stared at Prophet Hu with piercing eyes.
Prophet Hu said in one go, as if he spit out a box of words: "Years ago, Big X planned to hire a batch of new blood, and Junior Brother Wu just met the requirements. He went to participate in the interview and passed."
"This is incredible. In the future, he will also be a person who eats national food like the teacher."
Gu Huaijin snorted, "Didn't you listen to him, the eight characters haven't been written yet."
Prophet Hu grabbed Gu Huaijin's hand, "Teacher, don't you have friendship with their principal?"
Gu Huaijin let out a faint sigh, it turned out that she was waiting for him here.
He silently returned to his den to find paper and a pen, and while writing, he said to the prophet Hu: "One or two are debts..."
The author has something to say: *
small theater:
Pingshengjun: Are you still satisfied with the unfriendly badge handed by your father-in-law
Brother Bai said deeply: He will soon understand that some things cannot be stopped
For example, it is going to rain, and the daughter is going to marry.
Pingshengjun: "..."
Ask the father-in-law's psychological shadow area
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