Bai Fumei in the 70’s

after dinner.

Sister He was still working hard, and Zhao Lanxiang stood beside her and couldn't help but pat her shoulder.

"Keep it done tomorrow, and these tasks are not in a hurry."

He Songye lifted his head and continued to sew and mending again without caring.

"It's okay, finish early, feel at ease."

She seemed like a warrior, and she had to grind her teeth to get the job out without sleeping or eating or drinking.

Suddenly Zhao Lanxiang felt that a kind of potion had been applied too hard.

She coughed lightly and hurried to elder sister to eat.

"Don't do it, spend the night on oil, and there is more time for you to do during the day."

Sister He didn't care, only stopped when she heard "Fei Dengyou", "Do it for a while."

Zhao Lanxiang paused and said, "You did it in a hurry, and it was too poor. People refused to ask for it. Instead, they asked me to put up the cloth to pay him.

Sister He listened, stopped her hands and feet, and put down the cloth in horror.

Zhao Lanxiang bent her lips and patted her shoulder and said, "You just got started, don't be too hasty, follow me slowly, and the two can do the work quickly."

That being said, Zhao Lanxiang carefully reviewed the achievements of Sister He. She makes small parts like sleeves and collars, which are simple but very patient. Sister He sewed it step by step according to what she taught. She did not miss the wrong stitch. Even if something went wrong, she cut the stitches and sewed it again. The quality was not bad.

When Sister He left Zhao Lanxiang's house, she was still feeling palpitations and patting her head straight.

If she accidentally breaks it, she can't afford someone else's cloth!

Zhao Lanxiang came out of the window probe and stared at the background of Sister He’s departure. She only wanted to change Sister He’s thoughts gradually, and she had to go slowly. But she sometimes has time to grind slowly, and the frogs boiled in warm water are too familiar to her.

The dark sky leaked the scattered starlight, and the moonlight spread the frost on the ground. Qiu cicada whispered, fascinating and sleepy.

The full-fledged Zhao Lanxiang yawned and stared dumbly at the closed door and window of He Songbai.

It's so late... He Songbai still didn't come back, where did he go?

Zhao Lanxiang didn't know what he was working on lately. He only knew that he must have changed another work plan, and this work plan seemed to be more busy than before.

This was probably inferred from Zhao Lanxiang's erratic whereabouts. Before all, Zhao Lanxiang knew that he came out day and night. He didn't sleep at midnight and went to the pig farm to split the pigs.

But this time it was even more confused.

Zhao Lanxiang lay on the bed and spent time reading a few pages of the book. She looked drowsy, and finally she slumped her head to sleep for most of the night.

Zhao Lanxiang taught people how to make clothes for the afternoon. When Sister He was doing it beside her, she had been working hard and was really tired.

When she woke up again, she noticed a slight ray of light shining through the door of He Songbai's house diagonally opposite. In the silent night, the tiny wooden bed in his house was overwhelmed by the squeak.

Zhao Lanxiang jumped up and walked over to knock on He Songbai's door.

She smelled a faint smell floating in the air.

The man in the room heard the knock on the door, and he felt a little stunned. He didn't expect that it was midnight. The subject was still asleep. He changed clothes faster.

He jumped around the bed with his old clothes and jumped off the bed in three steps and opened the door in two steps. A pair of sleepy yawns asked unexpectedly, "Is there something wrong?"

"It's very late. Let's talk about something tomorrow and go to bed."

Zhao Lanxiang asked suspiciously: "Why did you come back so late?"

He Songbai Zhizhiwuwu, who didn't want to confess to her or even deceive her, had to be silent. The bad thing he did was so serious that he had to go to jail. He didn't expect to be able to keep hiding, but it was still good to be able to hide before he stabilized.

Not long ago, he went to the black market to slosh around to make money. Didn’t she ask him what he did?

Holding this "lucky" psychology, He Songbai narrowed his eyes and pretended to be a thirsty sleeper. He shoved the woman in a perfunctory tone: "I'll be back!"

"Just woke up at night just to release a hand."

Zhao Lanxiang pushed him and squeezed into the room.

She tucked her waist and said, "Do you want me to figure it out, or do you confess to me?"

He Songbai did not speak.

Zhao Lanxiang paused and said, "You still smell of pig's feces! The fart. The shares haven't been wiped clean yet, and I want to hide me."

He Songbai heard the rude words that came out of the subject's mouth. He couldn't help but twitched his eyes, and his brain was guilty of pain.

He mumbled: "What do the girls say about pig **** and fart."

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but glared at Songbai with a squinted eyebrow.

He Songbai's ears blushed suspiciously under her glare.

He rubbed her head and begged her mercilessly: "Don't ask."

"I'll tell you when you should know, ah?"

His tail rose slightly, and the rough voice was thick and hoarse, as if he had talked a lot all day, revealing his exhaustion that he could not hide.

Suddenly Zhao Lanxiang didn't want to ask.

She groaned, looked at him deeply, put it down again, and finally said only:

"You haven't eaten anything yet, I'll warm you porridge in the pot!"

He Songbai also knew that the lousy Huyou just now could not stand, could not scorn her, and because of the hunger that could not withstand his stomach, he followed her to the wood house.

Zhao Lanxiang sprinkled the pre-cut pieces of minced meat into the porridge with chopsticks. The white porridge rolled a little, and she came out.

This is not the same as the hot porridge in the pot she said. She had already made up her mind to accompany him for dinner.

I don't know how long she waited.

When He Songbai saw it, he felt inexplicably complicated, his heart warmed up again, and a rush of heat came up.

"Your mother-in-law is so stupid, I broke my hand or how can a bowl of porridge still be cooked?"

Zhao Lanxiang glanced at him and didn't want to talk to him.

She greeted the man to sit down. He Songbai was drinking porridge. He was really sleepy at night, but he was really sleepy, but he took a few sips of porridge. The hot belly of rice porridge brought warm veins and moistened his thirst. Stomach.

He Songbai suddenly returned sober.

"Fish?"

Zhao Lanxiang nodded vigorously.

"Yes, today the brigade put the dry river water to fish, and the vigorous younger brother Daniel specially carried a big fish to the door."

After Li Dali was injured, members of the public voted democratically and decided to agree to Li Daniu as the captain of the big team. However, Li Dali returned from the ghost gate, and Daniel returned the position he shouldered to his brother, only to say to his brother. For the time being.

"It's rare to eat such fresh fish, so you should eat more while it's hot!"

He Songbai buried his head again, and had a few mouthfuls of porridge to drink. There wasn't much bowl of ground porridge. He ran out in three or two.

The meaning is still unfinished, and the billowing fillets are thin as cicada wings, tender and smooth, as if they have just been dyed a little, and they have been hot and solidified by the remaining temperature of the porridge before they are formed. The juice from the bright yellow **** is blended into the porridge, leaving a warm spicy, fused with the umami of fish, the fragrance is soft and creamy, and the entrance is melted, which makes the lips and teeth warm and fragrant.

He Songbai just whispered in his heart that the lady-in-law specially cooked the porridge for him. He was a little silly. After drinking it, he couldn't help but screamed for another bowl, but she only glanced lightly.

"Gone!"

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Detective Xiang: I know he wants to raise pigs, but I don’t debunk him

Xinxubai: I can hide it for a while, um, that's it, perfect~

Lifetime Jun: "............"