Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The native chicken of He Songbai was dealt with by Zhao Lanxiang, and the whole chicken was boiled. The boiled water was boiled out of butter before it was fished out. The soup skimmed the foamy oil stains, cleared and transparently served half a pot, let cool, stew the lion head with the soup, covered with cabbage leaves and simmer for one hour.

At the same time, she cut the chicken pieces into yellow and oily pieces and put them in the dish. Cabbage, winter bamboo shoots, tofu, tomatoes are cut into thin lines with a thin knife, and served with fresh clams stewed with a Vance tofu soup.

The Zhao family had dinner after an hour.

Zhao Lanxiang did not know how the conversation in the living room developed. Now she does not have to worry about how He Songbai confronts her elders.

Feng Lian helped her daughter to bring out the dishes, the air smelled of a thick sauce, but she looked up and made a white-cut chicken.

Zhao Lanxiang walked out of the living room and saw He Songbai pinching the child's hand, his face slightly embarrassed.

Seeing her sister coming out, Xiao Huzi shrugged and shouted He Songbai, "Brother Bo."

He Songbai's heart fell to the ground.

The little clever ghost almost called his brother-in-law.

Does this mean lifting a stone and hitting one's own foot? He Songbai's eyes quickly crossed a trace of regret.

He glanced at the child and said, "Little Tiger is so smart, remember it right."

Zhao Yongqing withdrew his eyes of inquiry.

He Songbai said: "I, my things have not been packed, let me disturb..."

Feng Lian hurriedly stopped people, "Have you agreed to a meal before leaving, why don't you eat it?"

Zhao Yongqing also said: "This chicken can still be eaten with your blessing, let's eat together."

Zhao Yongqing was a little surprised when he saw that his son was also familiar with this guy.

However, he soon ate dinner, and the hunger in his belly caused him to quickly divert his attention.

Zhao Lanxiang made a lot of work on this meal, cutting the meat and cutting the tofu into filaments, and the hands became sour until the chopsticks were a little uncomfortable. But these three dishes and one soup surprised the whole family.

The lion's head was sunk in the clear soup, and the floating cabbage leaves were green like jade, and the meatballs were white jade and white in color.

A thousand threads of Vance tofu are crisscross, green, white and red float in the clear soup, looming, almost as thin as cicada wings, especially tomatoes, like a veil of gauze covered in water. A scoop went down, the clear soup wave hit the waves, and Qiansi drifted with the waves.

This made Feng Lian, who was born in the Department of Liberal Arts, stunned, as if ancient recipes were reappearing.

She took the lead to scoop half a bowl to drink. The thin slices of julienne melted in the mouth and were very refreshing. She scooped a few times with a spoon before discovering that the soup was originally made with clams. No wonder it was so fresh.

Zhao Yongqing stewed the chopsticks to the lion head. The jade-like lion head was soft and mellow, and the taste was pure and fragrant. It was not very greasy after eating a few. It was an extremely pure dish. After drinking half a bowl of soup, Feng Lian also began to eat the lion head, and the little tiger child also ate it. A plate of lion head soon came to an end. If Feng Lian took the first one and left it to He Songbai, it is estimated that he did not Have a portion.

Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and smiled.

Honest people can never grab food at the dinner table, especially several of their families still love to eat.

This meal was a joy for both the guests and the guests, especially Xiao Huzi's belly was round. After eating, Maitreya, who was standing upright, slowly walked downstairs and walked with his mother to eat.

Through the air, He Songbai silently glanced at the object that was picking up the tableware with Yu Guang.

At this moment when I was full, I also had a strong thought in my heart uncontrollably. Her family is very beautiful, her parents are very kind, the family is happy, and even eating a meal is full of happiness .

He wanted to help her clean up the dishes, but he was not qualified.

Subject's father stared at him closely, and asked him a lot of questions like gossip.

"What do you do?"

He Songbai replied: "Livestock."

Well, he does raise pigs. Not only does he raise pigs, but the cattle in the brigade are also taken care of by him and his elder sister. This answer is not deceptive.

It's just that it hasn't turned into a decent main business.

Zhao Yongqing asked again: "So you are from an intellectual family. No wonder you like reading so much."

"But it's a pity that your family dragged you down..." He shook his head.

He Songbai was said to be uneasy by Zhao Yongqing, probably Yue Zhang under the world had a very keen sense of touch.

Zhao Yongqing previously thought that the young man was down-to-earth and sincere, but in a flash he was familiar with his whole family up and down. Zhao Yongqing felt wrong again, but he couldn't find anything wrong.

After drinking a round of hot tea, He Songbai took it off as soon as possible and hurried off.

"Thanks to Uncle Zhao's hospitality, the food is very delicious, and the tea is delicious, but I will go back to the guest house to pick up my luggage after the meeting, so I won't stay much."

Zhao Yongqing asked his daughter to take the person to the door.

"Niu Niu, don't wash the dishes, send it to your fellow."

Zhao Lanxiang leaned out of the kitchen, responded, and quickly washed his hands and took something from the room and put it in his pocket.

She sent He Songbai downstairs. He Songbai didn't want to stay for a moment, and just said "Goodbye" and hurriedly left.

Zhao Lanxiang turned her head to see, did Zhao Yongqing stand right in front of the window upstairs?

The moonlight was too dim, and she couldn't see her father's face clearly. I just felt that there was a floating guilty conscience in my heart, and I really convinced my dear father completely.

His eyes are really not too sharp!

At night, Zhao Lanxiang packed up his luggage one by one, and put all the things he needed into the bottom of the box.

In the New Year, she replaced the 76-year calendar and put on a brand-new calendar. Now when you look at it again, the vague memories of the past flood into her mind. She turned out the old middle school textbooks one by one, wiped them clean, and put them neatly in the luggage.

When I came back, the food was packed in half boxes, and when I left, the books were packed in half boxes.

Because 77 years is the first year of resuming the college entrance examination, she had gone to college in her previous life, and naturally this life must not miss the first train to spring.

Early the next morning, Feng Lian asked for leave to send her daughter to the station, and the train station in City G was packed with educated youths.

Before leaving, Zhao Lanxiang took Feng Lian's hand and said, "Don't send Xiao Huzi to Grandpa later this weekend. He is young and always running like horses, and his body is easy to eat."

"In the fall, the little tiger can go to high school, and his mother can use the weekend time to teach him more homework."

Feng Lian nodded again and again, she said: "I and your dad used to worry about you being coquettish, easy to get along with others, and living a difficult life."

She touched her daughter's face and said with emotion: "Now it seems that she has been tempered in the country and her mind is mature."

"We know, you take care of yourself!"

Zhao Lanxiang got on the train, staring at the figure of her mother in the car window, the roar of the train rang, and the wheels started to move.

She waved at Feng Lian, "Wait for me to write! Wait for me to go home in the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Feng Lian stood at the same place, her eyes chasing the train, originally thought it would not be sentimental, but in the end was also infected by the parting emotions in the crowd, and her vision blurred.

The fire truck drove their children to all corners of the country, glowing and glowing.

Build a new countryside in the motherland.

...

He Songbai stood up silently and walked to the subject.

"Come on, change position."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded, and He Songbai bought bed tickets for all three of them. Zhao Lanxiang, who had always been standing all the way to the end, rarely enjoyed the sleeper treatment once a day and night.

He Songbai took out the fruit and unfolded the oil paper, which was filled with slices of pomelo flakes.

He gave her hands to her with a smile. His thick thumb lined the flesh more and more jade-like, like a pure lotus off the sludge.

Zhao Lanxiang enjoyed the courtesy of He Songbaixian with confidence, she stared at him while eating fruit, "You were quite sensitive last night!"

He Songbai whispered to the subject's ear and said, "How can we do our job if we are not sensitive enough."

"How about, am I okay?"

He touched the back of his head.

"Great."

Zhao Lanxiang couldn't admire his responsiveness even more. It's really been a long time. Is it easier for people to have a sense of crisis?

Although her dad had that kind of sign in his heart, but He Songbai pretended to be like that, he might think he thought it too much.

Zhao Lanxiang said something to He Songbai. The two sat on the berth and the other stood on the train. The two dark heads were almost together.

Gu Huaijin, the old man, sat in the opposite shop, staring at He Songbai and staring at him, Ku Daqin frowned deeply, as if he didn't agree. He coughed hard.

He Songbai silently obtained a marriage certificate for Gu Huaijin to read.

Gu Huaijin was drinking water, almost spurting out.

But in the following days, He Songbai was much more convergent, and never passed it again.

Soon, the three returned to Hezitun.

Gu Huaijin got off the train and Wu Yong came to pick him up.

He looked at Wu Yong with some surprise.

Wu Yong had a slight vicissitudes in his face, the stubble of his chin was not shaved, and his clothes were crumpled. He took Gu Huaijin's luggage and followed him silently.

Gu Huaijin said: "You don't have to please me like this."

Wu Yong smiled and said nothing.

Gu Huaijin said: "You saved my life, I deserve to thank you."

"But... I don’t have any money, I don’t have any money, I have to ask someone for help even when I go back home... What do you need? Just tell me. ."

Wu Yongdeng turned Gu Huaijin's luggage very heavy, and most of it was the clothes and daily necessities Gu Ma prepared for him.

"The teacher is still so humorous."

Gu Huaijin speeded up his pace and followed Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang handed him a box of pea flour for eating. Gu Gong's eyes lit up and took the train one day and one night. He ate a little more of this refreshing and clear powder, which was intimate.

Several of them leaned on the roadside and hurriedly finished their lunch before continuing their journey.

Wu Yong and Gu Huaijin carried the luggage along the way and took it back to the bullpen.

The first sentence when Hu Xianfu met Gu Huaijin was: "Teacher, you are finally back. Have you heard of Brother Wu's happy event?"

Prophet Hu turned his head and said to Wu Yong: "Congratulations, you finally got through your head. Excellent people will never be buried."

Wu Yong said modestly: "Things that don't exist are all spread by everyone. You don't have to look at what is happening to me. I still have things, so I'll say goodbye..."

Gu Huaijin packed up his little nest and stared at Prophet Hu with his eyes bright.

Prophet Hu resembled his mouth, and said: "Year ago, X Da planned to hire a batch of new blood. Brother Wu just met the requirements, went to the interview, and passed."

"This is amazing, and he will be the one who eats national food like a teacher."

Gu Huaijin yelled, "Did you not listen to him? The eight-character word hasn't been omitted yet."

Hu Xianfu grabbed Gu Huaijin's hand, "Teacher, do you have friendship with their principal?"

Gu Huaijin said quietly in his heart that it was waiting for him here.

He silently went back to his small den to find the paper and pen, and while writing, said to the Prophet Hu: "Every one is debt..."

The author has something to say: *

small theater:

Ping Shengjun: Are you still satisfied with the non-friendly badges sent by your father-in-law?

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For example, it is going to rain, and the daughter is going to marry someone.

Lifetime Jun: "..."

Seeking father-in-law's psychological shadow area

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