Bai Fumei in the ’70s

Zhao Yongqing said that he did not actually endorse He Songbai, but wanted to make him work a little, so there was no need to put such a labor force in vain.Whenever he showed a reluctant expression, Zhao Yongqing immediately blasted him out.

When it was time to prepare lunch, Feng Lian took out the sand pot to make tea, and Zhao Lanxiang consciously went out to buy food and cook, Zhao Yongqing took her daughter's hand and smiled to He Songbai: "Niu Niu this time, very tired."

"You can buy some vegetables for her and come back."

He Songbai nodded again and again, "Okay."

He paused and rushed to the subject and said, "Lan Xiang, you have tea with your aunt and talk."

After he finished speaking, he walked out of the Yue family's door consciously and went straight to the vegetable market.He understood that his father-in-law wanted to test him today, he had to show his attitude.Do more work and try to satisfy him.He Songbai happened to have the opportunity to show his shortcomings too.

Recalling that when he came to He's house, he made a secret excuse to come. As a guest, there was no justifiable reason to work, and he could only watch the subject washing and cooking, and then clean up the chopsticks after eating.Now that he had finally crossed the clear road, the secret underground love of these years had withstood him, and he almost suffocated him.

Zhao Lanxiang wanted to go with him, but was drunk by Zhao Yongqing's black face.

He said: "What's the matter, wronged him by buying a vegetable? Let you sit down and you sit down."

Zhao Lanxiang had no choice but to accompany Feng Lian for tea. She picked up a small ceramic cup and took a sip.

The scent of Biluochun grabbed her taste buds, and after a touch of astringency, the tip of her tongue burst into sweetness.This taste provoke Feng Lian to praise, "The gift is also very good."

"This child is interested."

After He Songbai left, Zhao Yongqing put down Yu Pei "with a sense of enthusiasm", as if he couldn't help it.He didn't look at it at a glance, for fear of seeing more heartache.He understood that this jadeite was the best jadeite, and this jadeite jade was very rare.But if you want to use this area of ​​Yu Pei to please him, I really think too much!

Zhao Yongqing closed the door and taught his daughter with a straight face: "Let you go to the countryside to practice, but not to let you talk about the object."

Zhao Lanxiang humbly received the lesson from her father, and she nodded, "Dad did what he learned."

"It's just that the fate is coming, and it can't be stopped. This object has already been discussed. The object of the conversation that is not for the purpose of marriage is to play tricks."

Before Zhao Yongqing turned black, she quickly added:

"I'm still in the countryside thanks to his help. He often helps me do farm work, otherwise you can see the daughter with fine skin and tender meat during the New Year, and it has already become black coal pimples!"

Xiao Huzi laughed with a chuckle.

Zhao Yongqing stared at his wife angrily. He suddenly remembered that his wife entrusted He Songbai to take care of his daughter three years ago. In the end, he gave his carefully cultivated cabbage cabbage to Zhu Gong.

Feng Lian coughed.

It seemed that she had to carry the pot, but she didn't want to carry it. She said: "If you disdain her for such a person, why did you ruthlessly agree with her going to the countryside?"

The couple began to fight, and at this time He Songbai returned with a basket of vegetables.

The argument between the two ended abruptly.

Zhao Yongqing asked angrily: "Will you cook?"

"Today I am cheeky, please give us a try."

He Songbai saw his father-in-law's uncomfortable complexion. Some monks and husbands were puzzled, and it seemed that his father-in-law's mood was worse after he left for a while.

Zhao Lanxiang said to her father: "How can you be so embarrassing."

Zhao Yongqing chuckled, "Did I embarrass him?"

"It's not difficult to cook a meal. I can't even ask for a wife if I can't even make a meal. If my limbs were not working, then you and your mother should starve to death."

This is really true, Zhao Lanxiang dare not recall the days when the mother-in-law was allowed to cook.There have been no special circumstances in the past two decades. Almost all of my relatives have been cooking.

Because Feng Lian's craftsmanship is terrible, it is still common for good dishes to be short of oil and salt, and burnt.In the era of extremely poor supplies, Zhao Yongqing seldom let his wife cook for the idea of ​​distressed food. He had been around the kitchen for twenty years.

Zhao Lanxiang suddenly felt that He Songbai was under a lot of pressure, and also envied her mother. She remembered that she was raised by her father on her back when she was a child.Feng Liangang's work will have lessons from morning till night. Standing on the podium for a few hours will not take time to take care of her.In contrast, a relative who sits behind the counter at the cash register in obscurity can take her. He will carry a few bottles of milk and a baby to work every day.

Zhao Lanxiang recalled the past, and was very moved, and thanked him very much.

She said with a smile: "Dad is very good, so many years of hard father."

"Bo Geer should learn from you."

In this way, under the unanimous decision of a family of several people, He Songbai put a piece of ribs, a chicken, and a handful of vegetables into the kitchen under great pressure.

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at He Songbai slightly worriedly, but he saw that He Songbai smiled with a lip, and compared her with an "OK" gesture.

Zhao Lanxiang was relieved to get his "please rest assured" look.

He Songbai walked into the kitchen and put on an apron, boiled a pot of hot water, and began to deal with the chicken, killing the chicken and plucking the belly. The whole chicken was cooked in the water, and the water was picked up while cooking.After hot water and cold water, this trick can make the meat taste tender.

His knife work has always been very good. It is not difficult to make the chicken pieces even and complete. A chicken can be re-spelt after being divided into fifty pieces. The pig's work makes the call of the knife unambiguous.

Zhao Lanxiang was not at ease, so she glanced at the kitchen, and she saw such a scene.

The man was putting the last pile of chicken on the plate. His hands were covered with grease, but his expression was very attentive and serious. Under his hands, the chicken was neatly collided.The chicken skin of the meat piece is golden and oily, and the flesh is white, which makes a complete chicken.The snow-white apron was tied to him, and his tall, tall body was magnificent and clear, somewhat serious, and handy.

He wiped his hands and cut the onion, garlic and coriander to dip the sauce. The soy sauce bubbled in the pan. He turned the pan to heat the oil evenly and poured it into the dishes quickly.

The whole process was not the chaos that she thought, but the clouds and flowing water, which made people look pleasing.

If it were not for her parents, she set aside her three-point acre, Zhao Lanxiang wanted to go up and kiss him.

Awesome, didn't embarrass her.

Zhao Lanxiang sat back on the sofa with satisfaction, tore a piece of grapefruit meat to eat, sweet juice flowed into her mouth, the tip of her heart was like honey.

By the time of lunch, He Songbai had also served his four dishes and one soup.

When Zhao Yongqing found a thorn in his mouth, he barely swallowed it when he saw the food served by He Songbai.He said: "Unsatisfactory."

He Songbai grinned, revealing white teeth.

"Listen to Lan Xiang saying that you like chicken, this is Qingyuan chicken, uncle and aunt, you try it."

He chose the good Qingyuan chicken, with thin skin and soft bones. The small vendors in the black market who were in the city shouted, "Qingyuan chicken is slightly fragrant and tender-authentic Qingyuan chicken."

Although it is no longer a planned economy, the bills have not withdrawn from the lives of ordinary people, and they still need bills to buy things.Not only did the black market fail, it has grown even more vigorously.He Songbai also picked the best specialty chicken there.

Feng Lian was very satisfied and couldn't help laughing: "These are done pretty well and look delicious."

He opened his mouth and said "Lanxiang", which made Feng Lian feel better.It sounds like the small objects often mention them.After all, anyone suddenly knew that her daughter had an object, and the object came to the door in person, and the taste was not very pleasant.Feng Lian's shock is greater than surprise.

Zhao Yongqing didn't even have surprises at all, but he was almost astonished.

The family tasted the food made by He Songbai, and Xiao Huzi also had the sweet and sour pork ribs he liked, sweet and sour, and he could eat a small pot.Pork ribs are topped with a thick and thick sweet and sour sauce, red in black, and evenly sprinkled with white sesame seeds, which looks great.Little Huzi licked the sauce on the spoon and smashed her mouth and said: "This must have been taught by your sister."

"It tastes similar."

Zhao Lanxiang was eating, and her mood was a little complicated, and she suddenly started to feel sour.She had never taught He Songbai to cook, and these were probably groped and learned by him.

When she used to cook, he was burning wood and washing vegetables.

After she left, he learned how to make these good dishes she would know.

Zhao Lanxiang turned his head back and secretly wiped the corner of his eyes.Fortunately, everyone is focused on eating and not paying much attention to her movements.

After a meal, the guests and guests were all happy. Zhao Yongqing ate his teeth with toothpicks after he was full. Qingyuan chicken was delicious and the meat was tight. He ate a lot.

He Songbai packed up the tableware and chopsticks. After washing the dishes, he put them away and politely retreated.

Feng Lian asked her daughter to send off He Songbai.

Zhao Lanxiang walked side by side with the man on the road and couldn't help sighing, "Brother Bo behaved really well today."

He Songbai couldn't help but lift his lips, he said: "Of course."

"I still have many, many, many advantages, you haven't had time to see them yet."

When Zhao Lanxiang heard the words, Nijun couldn't help but bowed his head to smile.

"When my dad asked you to cook, I was really taken aback."

He Songbai calmly said: "You don't have to be afraid in the future, I will definitely do better than my father-in-law. You know, he has a daughter-in-law who can't cook, but I have a great chef-in-law."

Zhao Lanxiang laughed with a sneer at his stinky and shameless words.

He Songbai held the subject's hand as if recalling: "Really, I will use what you left behind to learn what you look like and cook when you are away. Although I didn't learn what it looks like, I used it It's all the same thing, the steps are the same, there will always be a bit of your taste."

Made her taste, which made He Songbai both happy and sad.

In the few days she had just left, he burnt fire according to his habit, and when the pot was finished, it was still empty. He finished the work of two people by himself.This gave him the illusion that she was still there, and did not leave. As soon as she walked out and shouted, she would come back to eat.

"Teacher Gu especially likes the food you cook and often urges me to study hard."

Zhao Lanxiang yelled and followed him happily in the sun. They went for a walk in the free park and saw the plum blossoms trembling in the cold wind.The snow-like white and blood-like red, as well as the shades of pink and white, bright red, and pink, are unimaginable.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "When the plum blossoms in the park next time open, I will show you to see that they will be very beautiful.

He Songbai has a shallow smile and is gentle like ice and water: "Okay."

He paused and said: "But you should go back now, go back too late, uncle and aunt will have opinions on me."

Zhao Lanxiang looked at the following table. It was almost two o'clock and she nodded.

He Songbai sent her home again.

Zhao Lanxiang returned to his parents' home and stayed for an afternoon before returning to his residence.

He Songbai casually wore a thin black sweater and sat barefoot on the floor, carefully watching her books and her paintings.He also put a pile of architectural drafts on his hand, as if he had just finished his exhausted work.

He heard the door lock click and turned his head to see the returning object, his black eyes with a deep smile.

"You're back."

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