Zhao Lan couldn't bear to call her again, but who knows, the moment she said it was another half hour passed.
Hu Feng came again. This time he didn't knock on the door, so he stood outside and shouted: "Girl Zhi, I've said that I'm making dumplings. Wouldn't you be thinking about making dumplings?"
Bai Zhi's eyes opened suddenly, and Zhao Lan sat on the side of the bed looking at her. She hurriedly asked, "What time is it now?"
Zhao Lan glanced at the sunlight outside the small window, the sun was no longer as strong as noon: "Shen Shi is three quarters, do you really promise to make dumplings for Hu Feng?"
Bai Zhi sat up, "Yes, he saved my life again today. In order to repay him, I promised to make dumplings at night. I didn't expect that this bed would be so late."
Zhao Lan said: "Since you have agreed, you should get up quickly. It takes time to make dumplings, so you have to start preparing them earlier."
At this time, Hu Feng's voice came from outside again, and the embarrassing thing that had been forgotten in the back of his head jumped in front of him again. . . She sighed, got out of bed helplessly, went to the door and opened the door, and said to Hu Feng outside: "Don't shout, I'm up, that—you go back first, and I'll wash my face."
She acted as if nothing had happened before, and it looked exactly the same as before, but Hu Feng still found a trace of embarrassment in her eyes.
The corners of his lips twitched, without saying a word, he turned and left.
Bai Zhi took the wet cloth from Zhao Lan, wiped her face indiscriminately, and sighed, "It would be nice if the water spilled out can be recovered."
Zhao Lan puzzled: "What silly thing to say? How can the spilled water be recovered?"
Bai Zhi handed the wet cloth back to her, and sighed again: "That is to say, if you can't take it back, then it can only be treated as-I haven't splashed it!"
Looking at the back of Bai Zhi leaving, Zhao Lan couldn't help but mutter: "What's wrong with this girl today? Why is she talking weird?"
When he came to the big house of Hu's family ahead, Hu Feng had already filled the flour into a basin, which was probably a little bit more than last time.
She walked forward as if there was no problem, took the basin in Hu Feng's hand, pointed at the leeks and potatoes in the corner, and said, "You wash the vegetables, and I will make the noodles."
Hu Feng pointed to the leek on the stove and said, "It has been washed, and that is what is left." He bought a handful today, and the rest can be eaten tomorrow, it's so beautiful.
Bai Zhi scooped a bowl of water and began to knead the noodles, without turning his head back: "Then cut it, and cut it like I cut it last time." Hu Feng shook his head: "I can't cut it, no." He can chop chicken and chop. Bone, but can't cut leeks. . .
She glanced back at him, her eyes filled with contempt: "What can I expect you to do? You can't even cut leeks."
Hu Feng shrugged: "There is no rule that you must be able to cut leeks, right?"
She pointed to the small cabinet in the kitchen again.
Hu Feng took two eggs from the small cabinet and asked, "Are two enough?"
"Of course it's not enough. It's not enough for you to eat alone, five." She quickly ordered, without the previous embarrassment, as if nothing really happened.
But Hu Feng's face was always smiling, faint, almost invisible, but real.
It's a pity that Bai Zhi, who was focused on making dough, never saw it.
White house
Zhang looked at the empty rice tank in front of her, and she was so annoyed that she was about to explode. She simply brought the tank to the front, put it in front of the old lady Bai and Liu, and said: "Mother, we have no rice at home, what do we eat at night? "