Bai Fumei in the 70’s

I saw He Songbai frowned, raised her head and looked at her.

The dark and silent eyes looked like solitary wolves, crystal sweat beads running down his face, let Zhao Lanxiang clearly see his deep outline, high cheekbones, and wheat-colored skin scorched by the sun Black, black and thin.

But the shirtless work is undoubtedly full of men.

This is the young He Songbai...the muscles are tight and powerful.

Zhao Lanxiang's face warmed uncontrollably, and her heart became hot, and she jumped violently. After talking, she plunged towards the fire room.

He Songbai wiped his face in random hands with his palms, gazing at the disappearing back, and then continued to dim his eyes into the pile of wood, chopping the wood in silence and force, repeating the boring movements from beginning to end.

Although he was thin, he had the same unstoppable energy as the young people, plus some oil stars were seen in his stomach during this time, and there was some meat growing quietly under the dark skin.

...

What Zhao Lanxiang didn't know was that when she walked to the fire room, the two people in the fire room never had enough to eat, and they ate happily one by one.

Tang Qingjiao raised well, and somehow he could restrain himself, even if he gorged himself to eat elephants.

And Jiang Li has abandoned the shameful shyness of the girl's family, and has forgotten that the boys eating at the same table with her are the objects she secretly pleases.

Ugh!She finally understood why Zhou Jiazhen deliberately sucked the noodles so loudly that day, as if she had never eaten noodles in her life.

Because... too, so delicious!

I met Jiang Li, who hadn't had a good meal for a month, and the eight-point taste became tenth.Zhao Lanxiang's noodles are twelve delicious for Jiang Li.The soup is rich and delicious, the noodles are smooth and crisp, the teeth are chewing as if they can feel the toughness of the moment they are bitten off, and the pork belly hanging on the surface is even more fascinating, and it is crunchy. It's fragrant, chewing more and more powerful, the aftertaste is endless.Holding this bowl of hot noodles, Jiang Li was thinking that she would follow Zhao Lanxiang, or else she would eat such delicious food.

At this time she completely tossed the buns behind her head, and she was completely captured by her face.

Jiang Li sucked the noodles, finished a large bowl with a thunderous thunder, and hiccupped.

She glanced at the remaining noodles in the pot and said to Zhao Lanxiang: "I want another bowl."

Zhao Lanxiang also sat down at this time, slowly eating his own bowl of noodles.

Jiang Li saw that Zhao Lanxiang ignored her and grinded her teeth, but she was angry.Because at this time she was full of fragrant noodles in her head, she went to the pot and filled most of the bowls.

Zhao Lanxiang swallowed his face and said to Jiang Li: "Sister He and Sanya haven't come back for dinner. Don't pretend too much."

Jiang Li hummed and said, "You rarely invite me to eat noodles. You are still so stingy. Well, I know."

Thanks to Zhao Lanxiang thinking that these two people hadn't eaten anything good when they came to the country, I'm afraid it was quite edible, so he rubbed a lot of noodles into it.Otherwise, with the appetite of Miss Jiang and Prince Tang, the lunch for the eldest sister and the younger sister would have long gone.

Tang Qing ate a bowl of noodles and slowly sipped the soup. He said: "The most nutritious of the whole bowl of noodles is the soup. Comrade Zhao, you make this soup delicious."

Zhao Lanxiang laughed, "Thank you for your praise."

Zhao Lanxiang accompanied the old man's social dinner party more, and the set he spoke was more American.Most people will say where they are when they are praised, and it’s her turn to be generously accepted.

Tang Qing originally wanted to follow the trend of "where and where" to ask Tang how to do it, and this time he also laughed dumbly.

Zhao Lanxiang saw the curiosity in his eyes and said with a smile: "In fact, this soup is nothing strange, you can do it according to my method after you greedy yourself on the weekend. You can go to the store and pick some meatless pigs. When you come back, you can rest assured that it can be bought for a dime without a meat ticket, and it is very cheap. Stew the soup base with pig bones for two or three hours. The taste is what you drink."

Of course, she added some other materials, these are not suitable for outsiders.Although the pork belly noodles look simple, the soup base is the secret recipe of a chain store in the town.

Its significance can only make people eat more enjoyable.

Tang Qing said: "It turns out that this is the case, your lesbians' minds are so ingenious, and they have a lot of knowledge in making noodles."

Jiang Li installed half a bowl of noodles and sucked the noodles. In fairness, the bowl of noodles really didn't have to be said. The babysitters she invited at home didn't have this skill.However, because of the face, Jiang Li would not praise Zhao Lanxiang's craftsmanship from the heart, but just silently sucked the face.

Tang Qing solved a problem and asked excitedly: "But the noodles I make are always soft and sticky teeth, rubbing your meal can be considered a decent noodle. How can you do this on your side? Played?"

Zhao Lanxiang did not intend to answer Tang Qing's question.

However, she saw Jiang Li's curious eyes, a hungry look, and she cleared the door in her heart.No wonder they just didn't intervene in the speech just now.

Zhao Lanxiang did not hide his secrets, these tips are insignificant.

She ate the noodles cleanly and drank another soup. "When you are making noodles, just knock in an egg and add a little bit of alkaline water. The noodles made of Fuqiang flour are more gluten, which is not the case with other flours." it is good."

Tang Qing was finally satisfied this time, and he happily enjoyed the soup in his bowl without drinking any drops.

He thought Comrade Zhao still borrowed his bike a few more times.

At this time, Tang Qing was still thinking about the steamed bun made by Zhao Lanxiang. Last time he smelled the smell of fleshy meat in the farm tool room. The gluttonous insects in his stomach had already been hooked out.When was it fortunate to be able to eat it once before forgetting it?

Zhao Lanxiang said, "Are you full? You just put your tableware and chopsticks, and I will clean up together later."

Tang Qing handed a food ticket to Zhao Lanxiang after eating noodles. After all, he also ate a fine meal well, and it was not a good style to rub the grain.

Jiang Li thought that Zhao Lanxiang was just to please her brother and then to please her. She never thought of giving Zhao Lanxiang a ticket.But when she saw Tang Qing took out the food stamp, she was embarrassed to empty her hands, so she clenched her teeth and drew a food stamp.

Jiang Li is not used to eating sweet potato and bean money rice in the countryside without oil and water. He often goes to restaurants in the county to eat. The food stamps and money are spent very quickly, and it seems that it will not be able to support the end of the month.Fortunately, Jiang Jianjun sent a 20-jin food stamp in the letter, otherwise she wouldn't be able to expose it.

Zhao Lanxiang saw the pain in Jiang Li's eyes and refused with a smile. "I said it was for you to eat. If I had a food stamp, I wouldn't dare to invite someone to eat it next time."

"Go back to work and rest."

Listen, the two left the He's house with shame (satisfaction), washed the tableware and chopsticks on the table before leaving, and thanked Zhao Lanxiang.Of course, here mainly refers to Tang Qing.

After sending the two men away, Zhao Lanxiang was relieved.

The half-big boy's rude words of eating poor girl are really not rough. If she hadn't gone to the black market for trade, her food stamp would soon be stretched, and where could she be so generous to invite people to dinner? ?

Zhao Lanxiang thought about the next black market transaction, wondering what to do and sell it.

After a few days, Zhao Lanxiang had an idea. She collected three pounds of mung beans from the farmers.

The next day she got greedy early in the morning. Fresh green beans were soaked in water for three hours, and then put on the steamer to steam. The steamed soft glutinous powder was taken out and kneaded into green bean paste.She sprinkled the snow-white rock sugar that she just bought and combined the mung bean flour with the noodles. The tender soft noodles were pinched into various patterns by her.She made a 10-pound mung bean cake with three cages. The fresh mung beans were mixed with sweet fragrance. Zhao Lanxiang tasted sweet, sweet and glutinous, as delicious as she imagined.

She carefully put the hot mung bean cake in her school bag. She was afraid that the mountain road would be too rugged to ruin the precious thing. A dry grass was also stuffed in the school bag to prevent shock.While it was still dawn, she rode a bicycle to the city and sold these sweet glutinous green bean cakes.

However, before she walked out of the gate, she stopped her.

The tall, thin man stood silently in front of her, and his face was cold.In the dark night, his deep, cold eyes looked straight at her, his voice hoarse and low: "What do you want to do, where are you going so early?"

Zhao Lanxiang touched the hot mung bean cake in his bag, and whispered with confidence, "I'm going to sell mung bean cake!"

He Songbai said: "It is not allowed to go."

Zhao Lanxiang clenched the strap of her schoolbag and suddenly raised her head, a trace of teasing in Xing's eyes, "You control me?"

"I've only served my family's discipline in my life, my parents, my grandparents, who are you... to control me, eh?"

She lifted her head and yelled, the tail lifted slightly, and looked at He Songbai scorchingly.

The night was dim, and the faint morning light could not clear the expression on the man's face.

After a moment of silence, he took the strap off her shoulder with his hand and said lightly, "I will sell it for you."

He said that he put his schoolbag on his shoulder and rode a bicycle in the blink of an eye, and quickly drove a dozen meters away.

Zhao Lanxiang watched in horror as He Songbai skillfully "robbed" her.

She chased behind, breathlessly saying, "Wait--"

He Songbai stopped the car and saw that the woman had pulled out a large conical bucket from some place and put it on his head, and said angrily:

"There is a bag of ash in the schoolbag. Remember to wipe your face when you go into the city to sell things. And... mung bean cake sells for six cents per catty, and requires a catty food ticket. Meat ticket, cloth ticket, industrial ticket, soap Tickets for these, you look at the collection, don't let me lose too much, I made this mung bean cake at four o'clock."

Don't underestimate the price of mung bean cake at only six cents per catty, it is definitely not worth the price of one cent to fifty-two when selling duck food.But first, it is not meat. Secondly, when steaming mung bean cake, a little water was sucked in the face, and the net weight was more heavy than the raw material.The more than 30 kinds of spices and spices that ducks eat are expensive and expensive, and the mung bean cake is white sugar.Calculated carefully, the profit margin is not much worse than selling duck food.

He Songbai frowned.

Zhao Lanxiang said: "Go, go early and sell out early."

He Songbai stepped on a bicycle and disappeared into the eyes of Zhao Lanxiang, and then the sky gradually cleared, and a few rays of morning light were scattered. Zhao Lanxiang was stuck in the grass. Too.

After He Songbai disappeared, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help raising her lips.

Although this man has less words and his mouth is not sweet, it is not so uninteresting.