Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang, who had finished sending the items, touched the deflated purse, which was somewhat distressing and satisfying.

Although all the money was spent, it was not reserved for her own use, and when they were sold, it was a huge sum of money. At that time, her wallet can be a little more bulging. This kind of large-scale reselling is the most profitable, but the threshold for entry is a bit high, and most people can't do it.

First, it is necessary to open a letter of introduction to the city of S. Second, there must be sufficient money to afford these large items. To meet these two conditions, sufficient industrial bonds and various other notes must be prepared. Finally, bring a lot of precious industrial products on the train, there is the possibility of being caught by the public security.

Therefore, Lord Ye had to send it back by himself or by mail. Zhao Lanxiang only mailed two things and tried to earn a little money. It was barely considered to be within a reasonable range. The staff at the post office did not doubt her. If you are a big ticket business like Li Zhong, I'm afraid you will have to bite the bullet and go back and forth slowly.

The corner of Zhao Lanxiang's mouth rose slightly, and she went to the black market in a good mood. She bought five pounds of flour. Autumn is refreshing, and S City is a good season for eating crabs. Crab paste flows out of the fat, and the big crab at this time is one of the cheapest foods in the people of S city.

A sentence can roughly describe the precarious status of the big crabs at this time: the poor people in the old s beach had no food to eat, but had no choice but to bite the big crab.

Until now, its status has not been shaken.

Although the hottest season has passed, it still does not affect Zhao Lanxiang's love for crabs. She used to be cold and ill, and the old man never allowed her to eat such cold food. When she came back here, she was full of appetite.

She decisively picked up five big crabs, opened her white flower belly and found the female crab. An experienced person can touch the crab shell to pick out the fat crab.

Zhao Lanxiang paid a dime and took away the two-pound crab. He didn't even need to pay for the ticket.

She borrowed the kitchen of the guest house and kneaded the dough with a rolling pin. The flour was made of high-gluten flour. She made some crab soup. In this slightly cool season, it is best to eat hot soup.

Zhao Lanxiang caught an old hen and came back to make the jelly of the soup base. The crab yellow soup bag used the old chicken soup to make the juice better.

Just boiled such an old chicken soup made of jelly, the smell was so fragrant that the pedestrians on the street below smelled it. Occasionally, there are pedestrians who stop to look around, from which state-run hotel the fragrance comes out.

The fillings of the crab dumplings are made with crab meat and crab yolks. Zhao Lanxiang treats the crabs and steams them. The five-coal coal fire was very hot, and the water was rolling, Zhao Lanxiang took the steamed red crab off, cut the crab shell, and the white and delicate crab meat was flowing with juice, and Zhao Lanxiang teared away. Come to eat one piece, tender teeth, fat and sweet.

She fried the crab meat and the crab paste together in the pan, and the fried crab oil came out,

Zhao Lanxiang calmed the chicken soup skin jelly with ice cubes. When the crab meat and crab yellow were fried, the noodles were rubbed, and the jelly was cooled and formed.

She rubbed twenty-two folds of the big soup bag, the middle of the dough was thin and the edge was thin, and she was afraid that the thick soup would scatter the skin and leak out. Hold four large soup dumplings in one cage and steam slowly on the stove over low heat.

By the time He Songbai returned from the debt collection, Zhao Lanxiang's elaborate soup bag was ready.

This kind of soup bag is absolutely unambiguous in a small bowl of soup, and the root tube can **** up the delicious soup.

Zhao Lanxiang put a soup dumpling on the plate and put it in front of the man. He Songbai saw this big bun for the first time. The buns are fat and belly-like, like the big belly of a pregnant belly. Fat and lovely, the dough steamed through the brown soup, and the smell of the fragrance caught the hunger in the belly.

Zhao Lanxiang pushed the man down and lay on his shoulders, saying: "Eat buns tonight. This is the authentic flavor of S City. I promise you to eat once and think about the second time. I specifically learned from my friends."

He Songbai brought back with a chill, suddenly a warm and soft body on his shoulders, he immediately warmed up.

He coughed dry, and his throat was itchy.

"Okay, sit down and eat it."

He hadn't eaten well all these days, and all his time was spent on the turtle son.

Zhao Lanxiang handed the tube to the man, inserted the tube on the bun by himself, his pink lips sucked a few times, and took a sip of the soup.

"How is the debt collected?"

He Songbai hadn’t eaten yet, and his voice was dull with the husky, gruff voice of a boy in the voice-changing period. His voice was mixed with a faint smile, revealing ease: "It’s back!"

"Take you around here tomorrow, let's go home the day after tomorrow."

He still wanted to say something, but his lips twitched the crab soup bag, and all the words were already obliterated in his throat.

A sweet and extreme taste was passed from the tip of the tongue and rushed to the head. The hot and thick soup mixed the mellowness of the old chicken soup with the deliciousness of the crab meat and grabbed all his sense of taste. He swallowed gurglingly, sucking in sweat for a while, and the cold from the outside was dispelled by the hot bun.

Starting to warm up, he picked up the corner of the soup bag with chopsticks and began to bite the dough. The bun skin is sweet and pliable with strength, dipped in the savory flavor of the soup, and the three or two bites of the bun skin quickly chewed the filling.

The snow-white crab meat became dark brown with dipping sauce, but the taste was more beautiful. Zhao Lanxiang did not break the crab meat, and the meat was tender and tender. He Songbai occasionally ate a powdery glutinous and fragrant lotion, which caused him to produce I feel like I’m not eating meat.

Pity that he has never eaten crabs. The meat of those big slap crabs in Tiangougou is not enough to sew his teeth. Where has he eaten such delicious and cheap food like crabs? After taking a bite, he opened his mouth and asked, "What is this?"

Zhao Lanxiang saw that he was eating hot and sweating, and handed a handkerchief to wipe him sweat. Later, when he saw him eating buns with both hands, he wiped him with the handkerchief.

She smiled, a kind of full smile like a starry sky filled with heaven and earth, her eyes squinted with a tender affection.

"Crab is not a valuable thing, is it delicious?"

He Songbai nodded. He was not a person who was good at expressing his emotions. He proved his love for crab soup with the action of the wind and clouds.

Seeing the cheery appearance of his chewing crab meat, Zhao Lanxiang slightly startled.

The old man has never eaten a bite of crab meat, and has repeatedly said to her that he does not like the smell of crabs or seafood.

Where did you think... He Songbai likes it, very much. It eats as cheerfully as a puppy bites its bones, and its eyes are so concentrated that it is like a wolf enjoying delicious meat.

She sat at the table with mixed tastes, and the "truth" that was 20 years late gave her a slightly sour eye.

"Eat, why didn't you eat it?"

Seeing that the subject had been looking at him all the time, He Songbai stopped involuntarily, staring at her, and the man's rough face was a little embarrassed.

Zhao Lanxiang sniffed her nose invisible, "I'm full, there is some chicken in the pan, you eat it!"

He Songbai touched his head, and there was a feeling that the second monk could not touch his head. He looked at her like nostalgia, as if indulging, his burning eyes seemed to look at him, but more like looking at another person through him.

This feeling made him slightly uncomfortable, but a little surprised.

He watched her silently, eating quietly and quietly.

He finished two big soup bags and drank another bowl of chicken soup. His hungry belly was smoothed out by the fullness brought by the delicious food. After he finished eating, he cleaned up the mess on the table, washed the pot and returned the dishes to the guest house.

He Songbai touched her head, "I'm back to the room."

Zhao Lanxiang pulled his hand and kissed him.

"Tomorrow I will take you to do one thing, give me a little more time, and put on the new dress by the way."

The woman's warm lips fell on his rough tiger's mouth, and He Songbai's heart shook unexpectedly, his hands shrunk tremblingly, and they were confiscated.

He showed his white teeth, wondering, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Lanxiang didn't say.

This mother-in-law is mysterious!

However, He Songbai looked at her serious eyebrows, and her throat rolled uncontrollably, and said, "Okay."

"Everything depends on you."

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Brother Bo: What does she want to do?

Still wearing new clothes, um... suddenly looking forward.

Brother Bo shyly tightened his neckline, secretly yy

Weeping, I fell asleep last night, it seems I have self-knowledge

Red envelopes must be issued today.

See you on Weibo at noon~