The Generous Poor with the Really Stingy

Chapter 11

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That that finally happened a few days later on a very ordinary night.

That night, the two of them had a normal meal, and after taking a shower, they lay down and played with their mobile phones together. Zhen Xiaoqi watched a particularly funny video and couldn't stop laughing, "Giggle giggle", as if 500 ducks were put in the room.

Qiong Dafang was reading online articles at the starting point. He was so arguing that he lost his mobile phone and closed his mouth with his head close.

Immediately, the fire of dry wood burned for a thousand miles.

The next morning, when Zhen Xiaoqi woke up with his sour eyelids blinking, he was stabbed into his eyes by Qiong's generous head. Qiong smiled generously, blinked her eyes, and looked at him with spring emotion.

"Wife, are you awake?" He leaned over and wrapped Zhen Xiaoqi in his arms, "Does it hurt?"

"Qiong Dafang, are you an animal? I told you to stop moving last night! Stop moving! You don't understand?" Zhen Xiaoqi wanted to kick him, but when he moved his leg, the pain in his tailbone made him gasp for breath, "His -It hurts!"

Qiong's generous face full of guilt and apology kept booing on Zhen Xiaoqi's face: "I'm sorry, I'm too excited, I can't control it."

Zhen Xiaoqi was so annoyed by him that he pushed his big face with his hand and let him go.

Qiong Dafang was wronged: "Okay then, you lie down for a while, and I'll cook for you."

Zhen Xiaoqi pulled the quilt over his head and covered himself. After waiting for a while, no other sound could be heard in the room before he stuck his head out.

Zhen Xiaoqi turned his ears to listen to the sound from outside the bedroom. It was indeed Qiong Dafang who was working. He suddenly felt much better, and the sore and sore parts of his body felt less uncomfortable.

Zhen Xiaoqi put on a coat and got out of bed. He walked to the desk and wanted to sit down. As soon as his butt stuck to the stool, he straightened up again in pain.

He stood blankly for a while, took out a worn exercise book from the drawer, opened it and turned to the first page, the line of black ink does not seem so dazzling now, and has become dim and outdated in the passage of time.

Zhen Xiaoqi watched for a while, then smiled relievedly, took out a pen from the pen holder, bent down and wrote a line of words "No. 1 Qiong Dafang".

He tilted his head and studied his handwriting for a while, and then crossed out "No. 1", leaving only the three words "Qiong Dafang".

Zhen Xiaoqi straightened his waist and looked at this page for a while, seemingly satisfied, pursed his lips and smiled for a while.

Then, he tossed the book that had been rubbed for more than a thousand days and nights and threw it into the trash can.

The door was opened, and Qiong Dafang's head came in: "Wife, it's time to eat."

Zhen Xiaoqi limped out and limped out, and Qiong Dafang hurriedly came over to help him.

"Have you left the rice-washing water?"

"I kept it, I kept it, and I added hot water for you. Now it's just warm. I'll wash your face."

"Do you want a little salted melon? I made it and put it in the refrigerator."

"I saw it. I took some out, cut it and mixed it with sesame oil. You can eat it with porridge later. By the way, wife, let's fix the refrigerator, shall we?"

"Why fix it? It's winter, and the balcony is a natural refrigerator."

In the quiet bedroom, in the trash can beside the bed, there are piles of used tissues and condoms loosely piled up. The old book that was originally covered on the top, sank with its own weight, and finally mixed with the rubbish covered with suspicious liquid, and was buried and covered.

Like the ridiculous number 2 to 43 names on it.

Just like Zhen Xiaoqi's hilarious pursuit experience.

Just like Qiong Dafang's inexplicable first love and lovelorn.

Qiong Dafang and Zhen Xiaoqi are the real natural couple.

END

Extra one

At the end of the year, Zhen Xiaoqi exchanged the points from the supermarket for a scale. As soon as he got home, Qiong Dafang couldn't wait to stand up. He didn't know what to say. When he was called, he was startled. He gained 20 jins more than before living with Zhen Xiaoqi.

"Twenty pounds, my God, I'm dead!" Qiong Dafang rolled around on the sofa with his head in his arms. He knew in his heart that he was raised by Zhen Xiaoqi to gain weight, but he didn't expect to be so fat, he suddenly gained two pounds. ten pounds.

Zhen Xiaoqi walked over and touched his arm suspiciously: "It's okay, I can't tell you're fat."

Qiong Dafang patted her already slightly bulging belly, and asked him worriedly, "Xiaoqi, do you have a bad eye?"

Zhen Xiaoqi rolled his eyes at him, didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, went to the kitchen and did his own business.

The Chinese New Year is approaching, and it is time to start preparing sausages, bacon, cured chicken, and cured fish in advance. Zhen Xiaoqi felt that the ready-made ones on the market were expensive and unpalatable, so he found a time and bought a bunch of things to make himself.

He poured Sichuan peppercorns and coarse salt into an iron pot, sautéed them until fragrant and let them cool, then put the pork belly and fish on top.

When he was squatting in the kitchen to do these things, Joan Dafang was muttering outside that he didn't know what to do. After a while, Qiong generously ran over, holding a piece of A4 paper, with a marker on it, wrote a few lines in large letters, the first line was particularly prominent "weight loss plan".

While rubbing salt on the meat, Zhen Xiaoqi looked up: "In the morning, a cup of soy milk, a packet of nuts... Noon, chicken breast, lettuce... In the evening, a plate of fruit..."

He smiled vaguely: "Okay, if you want to lose weight, just reduce it, and I'll cut you an apple at night."

Qiong got the support generously, and ran out to put the "weight loss plan" on the wall facing the dining table. After looking left and right for a while, she went to wash her hands to help Zhen Xiaoqi work.

Zhen Xiaoqi's hands and feet were very fast, and the three chickens, five pieces of meat, and five fish were quickly put together in the salt and dried there.

He asked Qiong to help him generously, used a Sprite bottle, cut the second half to make a funnel, put the casing on the mouth of the bottle, stuffed the marinated minced meat into it, and made the sausage by himself.

The prepared sausages were placed in the pot round by round, and Zhen Xiaoqi used a toothpick to poke small holes in it.

Qiong Dafang squatted beside him and looked at him. He couldn't help swallowing several times. He raised his eyes and asked Zhen Xiaoqi, "How long does it take to eat this?"

Zhen Xiaoqi slowly pierced the hole and replied with a smile, "Aren't you trying to lose weight? You won't be able to eat for a long time."

Qiong gritted her teeth generously, as if she had made up her mind: "That's right, then I won't eat it."

Zhen Xiaoqi instructed Qiong Dafang to bring the prepared bacon and sausages to the balcony together with the pots to dry. He tidied up the kitchen and started to beat the egg wash.

Qiong put things away generously, and came in to see what he was doing.

I saw Zhen Xiaoqi's liquefaction stove on a small fire, holding a large iron spoon, hanging over the small fire. The iron spoon was hot, he held a piece of fat with chopsticks, wiped it in the spoon, then poured a spoonful of egg liquid into it, and slowly turned it around to make a golden thin egg skin.

Zhen Xiaoqi picked up a piece of meat filling with chopsticks and put it on the egg skin, and then lifted one side to cover, and a small and exquisite egg dumpling was ready.

Qiong Dafang's saliva was almost drooling: "How about making egg dumplings? Do you want to eat it at night?"

Zhen Xiaoqi kept his hands and mouths: "I bought some more minced meat, just in time to make a plate of egg dumplings. Don't you eat fruit at night? It happens that I eat a few by myself, and the rest will be brought to the company at noon tomorrow. eat."

"Then what do you do? Put it in the soup?" Qiong Dafang felt that her saliva was about to drip.

"Let's put some light soy sauce, braise with sugar, and sprinkle a handful of shallots at the end, it must be very fragrant." Zhen Xiaoqi kicked Qiong Dafang, who was getting closer, to signal that he was in the way.

Qiong Dafang had no choice but to get out.

During dinner, there was a plate of braised egg dumplings on the table, Zhen Xiaoqi also cooked a bowl of winter melon and meatball soup, and served himself a bowl of white rice.

In Qiong Dafang's place, there was a glass bowl with a clean apple in it, and Zhen Xiaoqi didn't even cut it for him.

Qiong Dafang sat down on her chair, holding the apple in her hand and turned it upside down for a while, watching Zhen Xiaoqi eat egg dumplings one after another.

He asked reluctantly, "Is it delicious?"

Zhen Xiaoqi stuffed a mouthful of white rice, and he couldn't even care to answer him, so he could only nod his head wildly.

Qiong generously threw the apple into the glass bowl, rushed to the kitchen, and came out with a bowl of rice, and his chopsticks reached out to the braised egg dumplings.

"It's delicious, it's delicious!" This egg dumpling is many times better than the ones bought outside. The egg skin is made of pure egg liquid, and the egg fragrance is very strong. When you bite into it, the fragrance of the egg skin and pork is mixed. Together, they are layered. Zhen Xiaoqi should have chopped lotus root in the meat filling, which is crunchy and has a refreshing sweetness.

Qiong generously ate two bowls of rice with egg dumplings, and ate the last bit of soup mixed with rice. He also drank a bowl of winter melon ball soup to be satisfied, holding his stomach and humming comfortably on the sofa.

When Zhen Xiaoqi came out after washing the dishes, he found that the "weight loss plan" posted in the dining room was gone. The trash can beside the sofa was replaced in the afternoon, but now there is an apple core and a paper ball.

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