Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang thought that what he just said might be clearly heard by him, a little embarrassed, and wanted to explain something to him, but she remembered the rumor that he and Pan Yu had drilled the cornfield.

She also withdrew her eyes and walked calmly to the well to fetch water.

She needs to take the initiative to change the habits she has cultivated over the years, especially her habit of following He Songbai involuntarily, and she has to take her time. Zhao Lanxiang had to admit that the gap between the 19-year-old He Songbai and the forty-year-old man was like a chasm. When he was forty years old, they could be together and have a sweet love.

It does not mean that the nineteen-year-olds can succeed together, everything has its own fixed number. The real purpose of Zhao Lanxiang coming to him this time was to prevent him from going to prison, not to catch up with him in love.

Thinking like this, Zhao Lanxiang, who was thinking about something, suddenly suddenly opened his mind and put down his burden.

The stinky pig intestine was rubbed clean with salt granules. After washing the large intestine, she carefully washed the pig's trotters. The knife carefully scraped the pig's trotters, and the ten thumbs kneaded like massaging it. The red pig's trotters in the white look very cute under the clear water. The greedy meaty Zhao Lanxiang couldn't wait to simmer it quickly with her spices.

Half a catty of pig's trotters is actually not much meat, just cut into a few pieces. But Zhao Lanxiang, who was shy in his pocket, could only temporarily suppress his greedy heart.

Fortunately, these two things are very cost-effective except for a little meat ticket. A pound of large intestine for two cents, and a pig's trotter for one cent. She deliberately picked the fat and even trotters, thinking it was too early, and it was too late to stew a five-spice trotters.

Sister He hasn't finished her work yet, and it's not too early for the dinner of the He family. She borrowed the stove head of the He family.

She blanched the pig's trotters with water and stained with wine and soy sauce for half an hour. The next meal was a frying pan with oil and **** slices. The spices were wrapped in gauze and made into a spice bag. The trotters were put in the small pot and simmered slowly. Stew until the water is almost dry and gelatinous, and the pig's trotters become shiny and shiny.

The water in the pot was gurgling, and she satisfactorily sniffed the rising scent and closed the lid.

He Sanya came home first. She put down the heavy pigweed on her back and smelled the aroma and walked to the fire room involuntarily. This is a strong and overbearing scent. The hungry people feel the colic hunger more and more when they smell the stomach. The saliva in He Sanya's mouth was straight. She saw Zhao Lanxiang in the fire room as if shocked. She glanced greedily, turned her head, and ran to the yard to fill herself with a large bowl of water. Qu Cai drinks with water.

Zhao Lanxiang, who was concentrating on cooking, was taken aback by the sudden appearance of Xiao Nizi, and then saw her lying on the well and drinking raw water to eat wild vegetables.

She led the child into the fire room, the lid of the small pot was lifted, and the eight pieces of pork trotters were stewed softly and sweetly, and the oil glowed brightly. She took out a bowl for He Sanya, clipped one with chopsticks, and blew it in front of her mouth, and blew it into the bowl.

"Eat it."

He Sanya exposed a white glutinous rice tooth, buried her head like a small animal, and nibbled up, twitching her fingers. She has no slight tweaks and does not understand the complex rules of the adult world. She was accustomed to people's cold eyes, beaten without crying, timidly numb like a puppet without emotion.

However, as long as she was a little better for her, the bright smile in her black eyes was as warm as the flames in the stove. After she finished eating, she smirked in the bowl and licked the smell left in the bowl hard.

He Songbai saw this scene after feeding the pig back.

In the dimly lit fire room, the small tongue warmly licked the small pot. The jumping flame outlined the woman who was squatting on the stove head very gently. His stupid girl was eating rice and meat around others.

Everything is very harmonious, except that Sanya eats meat with the woman.

He sank his face and shouted Sanya.

"Who made you eat people for nothing?"

The voice of the youth in the voice change period was low and hoarse with uncontrollable anger. He stepped in front of He Sanya in two steps and three steps. Several crumpled votes were placed on the table, and the voice said firmly:

"Don't give her anything to eat in the future."

Zhao Lanxiang's body moved back two steps involuntarily, the fierceness on He Songbai's face gave her a feeling that he was about to hit someone.

Then he really beat He Sanya and opened the flower in her ass, letting her stand in the corner. However, He Sanya was beaten up, and his skin was really porcelain. Although she was beaten by her elder brother, she ate two pig's trotters anyway, until she stood at the corner of the wall, she tapped her mouth and thought hard about the smell of trotters.

In fact, she did not know that she was eating trotters. Where did she recognize the taste of trotters? This poor child has fewer opportunities to eat pork all year round. Later, this hungry pig's trotter became the unforgettable taste of He Sanya's life.

Zhao Lanxiang was so funny and angry that he walked in front of He Songbai and said, "I am the one who feeds her. She knows what a child knows. Do you even want to beat me?"

He Songbai stood on the spot and only felt a kind of embarrassment spread throughout his body. How much did he want his lovely sister to have a full meal with pain, she had never had a meal since she was born, and she would have no milk to drink after two or three months. Feed her to grow up. However, he worked exhaustedly and worked hard, and could not get a full meal.

Just blame God for letting them live in the He family, and he followed him for a whole lot of crimes.

He Songbai's black eyes were covered with gray. He only looked at Zhao Lanxiang once and turned to drill into the firewood room. Big palm grabbed two handfuls of brown rice and started to make the dinner of the He family.

Zhao Lanxiang felt that the look he had just made her feel suddenly shattered.

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When Sister He came back at night, He Sanya called her under the corner with a smile.

Zhao Lanxiang took out the fried pig intestines and trotters, and presented them with a bowl of rice. She said with a smile: "You ate a white meal last night. Let's eat together today."

Sister He hurriedly shook her head. Although the meal yesterday was a sumptuous meal for them, because the rice was placed more than usual. But it is still shabby. How can it be compared with the meat and rice laid out by Zhao Zhiqing?

Zhao Lanxiang was already a large intestine with a few chopsticks in Sister He's bowl and said with a smile: "These are meat, but they are all pigs and are worth less money. Sister you can eat with confidence!"

This friendship is too expensive. Sister He looked at Zhao Zhiqing with gratitude and gratitude. She used hot water to soak the rice into the back room for her grandmother to eat. Once the whole family has something delicious, it will always be left to her. The rice that Zhao Zhiqing bought was all fine grain, so soft that it chewed in the mouth as if it would melt away, it was soft and smooth, and it had a slight sweet taste. Unlike the coarse grains they eat, their throats ache.

Sister He finished her meal with guilt and satisfaction. This meal was almost a delicacy that she had never tasted in her life. After Zhao Zhiqing finished eating, she scraped all the dishes for the younger sister to eat cleanly. With the exception of He Songbai, the He family was very full and satisfied this evening.

In the evening when Zhao Lanxiang took a shower, Sister He came to her room with a touch of black, put a stack of money on Zhao Lanxiang's table, and carefully pressed it with the celadon vase.

This money happened to be the "rent" paid by Zhao Lanxiang yesterday.

The author has something to say: He Songbai looks like a wolfdog, in fact he is a little milk dog, poor little milk dog

PS: If in the future it will be less, I will make it up. Don’t worry, little cuties.