Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The native chicken of He Songbai was dealt with neatly by Zhao Lanxiang. The whole chicken was boiled and boiled. The boiled water boiled out with butter before it was removed.The soup skimmed the foamy oil stains, served half a pot in a clear and transparent manner, let cool, stewed the lion head with the soup, covered with cabbage leaves and simmered for 1 hour on low heat.

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

The Zhao family had dinner in an hour.

Zhao Lanxiang didn't know how the conversation in the living room developed. Now she doesn't have to worry about how He Songbai confronts her elders.

Feng Lian helped her daughter get the dishes out, the air was filled with a thick sauce flavor, 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 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 inquiry.

He Songbai said: "I, my things have not been packed, let me not 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 meals, and the hunger in his stomach quickly distracted him.

Zhao Lanxiang made a lot of work on this meal, cutting the meat and cutting the tofu into filaments, and the hands became sour, and it felt a little uncomfortable until the chopsticks were held.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.

Wensi tofu has thousands of threads, green, white and red floating in the clear soup, looming, almost as thin as cicada wings, especially tomatoes, like a silky 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's head. The jade-like lion's head was soft and mellow, and the taste was pure and fragrant. After eating a few, it was not greasy. It was an extremely pure dish.After drinking half a bowl of soup, Feng Lian also started 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.

The meal was a joy for both the guests and the guests, especially Xiao Huzi's belly was round. After eating, Maitreya, who stood up, 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 the meal is filled with 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 are you doing?"

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 business.

Zhao Yongqing asked again: "It turns out that you are from an intellectual family. No wonder you like reading so much."

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

He Songbai was said to be sitting up by Zhao Yongqing, and probably the father-in-law 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 blink of an eye 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 said goodbye.

"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 too much."

Zhao Yongqing asked his daughter to send people 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, and He Songbai didn't want to stay for a moment, 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.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!

In the evening, 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 hung up a brand new calendar. Now when she looks 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 to resume the college entrance examination, she had gone to college in her previous life, and naturally this life must not miss this first train to spring.

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 he always runs like a horse, 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 to have been tempered in the country, and her mind has matured."

"We know, you take care of yourself!"

Zhao Lanxiang got on the train and stared 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 a letter! Wait for me to go home in the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Feng Lian stood on the spot, 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.

"Go, change position."

Zhao Lanxiang nodded, and He Songbai bought bed tickets for all three of them. Zhao Lanxiang, who has 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, unfolded the oil paper, and inside were slices of grapefruit flakes that were crystal clear.

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 comfortably enjoyed He Songbaixian's attentiveness, 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. He really did it for a long time. Is it easier for people to be aware 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 again. The two sat on the berth and the other stood on the train. The two dark heads almost joined together.

Gu Huaijin, the old man, sat in the opposite shop, staring at He Songbai and frowning deeply, 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.

However, in the following days, He Songbai was much more convergent and never passed.

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 to my house... If you have anything you need, just tell me, I’ll weigh whether I can help you. ."

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 to catch up with Zhao Lanxiang.

Zhao Lanxiang handed him a box of pea flour for him to eat. Gu Gong lit up and took the train one day and one night. He ate a bit more of this refreshing and clear powder, which was kind of 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 out of your way. Excellent people will never be buried."

Wu Yong said modestly: "Things that don't happen 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 the purging speech, and said with a brain: "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 screamed, "Did you not listen to him? The eight-character word hasn't been written yet."

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

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

He silently returned to his small den to find paper and pen, and while writing, said to Prophet Hu: "One is a 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?

Bo Ge said in a deep way: he will soon understand that some things can not be stopped

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

Lifetime Jun: "..."

Seeking father-in-law's psychological shadow area

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