Zhao Lanxiang can think of the ridge that the man's heart traverses with his toes. It is like an invisible ruler, which runs across his bottom line.He has his guts and pride, he doesn't want to eat a soft meal for women.He hoped that he could stand up to his mother-in-law and family like a good boy.He hopes that every grain he eats will be earned through his own efforts.
Zhao Lanxiang later understood his thoughts, so the delicious and delicious dishes on the dinner table were replaced with sweet potato and rice, and the fine food became wild rice bran without oil and water.She followed the meal and showed him her determination to follow him.
But now Zhao Lanxiang is not willing to let him continue to eat bran chops, he is now like a tireless bull, sprinkling his whole blood on the crops, he urgently needs supplements and eats something good.She asked him to work harder, not to work hard like this.
She hoped that he would live a more active life, but did not expect him to go too far.
Zhao Lanxiang pulled the sleeve of the man, leaned closer to his ear, and whispered, "Grandma gave me a note a few days ago. I don't quite understand what it means. Can you help me?"
She said that she took the crumpled note out of her pocket.
He Songbai was steaming with sweat all over his body, and the sweat ran down the dark hair.He smelled stinky, but the woman who had just taken a shower was still leaning against him.
He Songbai is really helpless to her!Where have you seen such a sticky mother-in-law!
He Songbai was a bit worried for her, and at the same time felt very dry.He often feels guilty for his uncontrollable physiological response. He is a man with a guilty conscience, and he is very uneasy!
He Songbai probably did not know that a woman not only does not dislike his sweat, but he is so masculine in her eyes at the moment. Although he sweats a lot, he loves cleanliness, bathing and changing clothes every day, and sloppy men in the countryside Not the same.
Zhao Lanxiang pulled He Songbai's ears and asked him to carefully read the note left by her grandmother.
She said: "I suspect that Granny has left me a treasure. Let's... look for it now?"
He Songbai's hands wiping sweat stopped in midair, and the deep, sharp eyes twitched uncontrollably.
He coughed softly and said with some embarrassment: "My family is poor, where is there any treasure."
Zhao Lanxiang spread his hands and posted a note in front of his eyes to show him, "Otherwise, what do you think Granny intentionally wrote this sentence? Do you want to accompany me tonight, if not, then I will go by myself." "
He suddenly turned his face and taught her fiercely, "Girls can't run around at night. Haven't your parents taught you?"
Zhao Lanxiang folded the note in his pocket and asked him seriously: "So this is not to let you go together, are you going or not?"
After He Songbai had lost his temper, he saw that what was revealed in her eyes was bound to be. It was the same with this fickle woman. Soon he took her shovel and followed her to the Blackhorn Mountain.
Zhao Lanxiang slowly measured the distance of one hundred steps, shining the lush forest at the foot of the mountain with a flashlight.
"Acacia trees, acacia trees, where are there any acacia trees."
He Songbai looked around, suddenly squatted down, and looked around with his thumb.He touched the rough half of the wooden pier and took another photo with a flashlight.The wood pier that had been cut off was actually broken to pieces, and the sparse and dense annual rings were darkening under the light.
"I dug." He Songbai said.
Zhao Lanxiang continued to look elsewhere with a flashlight, "I'll go over there and see."
He said, "Don't watch it."
Zhao Lanxiang put the Ping An lock in his palm and weighed it for a moment. He thoughtfully said, "This lock is a little heavy, and I should be able to buy a pig."
He Songbai put away the notebook and said stiffly: "Sleep, don't think so much."
Zhao Lanxiang shook her head. "You don't understand the meaning of Granny. She gave me the lock, just to let you both eat better. I will buy pork tomorrow. Can you rest assured to have a full meal this time?"
She smiled and put this precious lock into her pocket, and her voice revealed a bit of teasing and teasing.
The time when Granny wrote her notes was just when she was "cutting food". What else was hard to understand. Granny wanted to make her grandchildren and granddaughter eat spicy and spicy and full.
So she took care of her "outsider".
She was not numb and indifferent, she just quietly looked at all these changes with her cloudy eyes.Grandma threw the ball of paper to her, both to make up and encourage.
Grandma hopes she will continue to make good food, which makes Zhao Lanxiang feel guilty and relieved.
She feels that her feeding behavior will become a burden for He Songbai, but the head of the family has spoken, and Zhao Lanxiang still cares about guilt or guilt.
Granny said to continue to eat, then continue to eat.The value of her gold lock and red sandalwood is enough for these two sisters to eat a lot of delicious meals.
The next day, Zhao Lanxiang rushed to the store to queue up very early, and bought a fat pig's trotter with a meat ticket. An inch of greasy meat resembled snowflakes.Zhao Lanxiang picked the fat that He Songbai liked to eat the most, and a braised pig's trotters quickly came to her mind.
Zhao Lanxiang took it home with satisfaction, cut the ginger, onion and garlic slices, and fried the panties until golden on both sides. A little bit out, the lard wrapped in the hoofbone gave birth to a slick.
Zhao Lanxiang put the red pig's trotters in a pottery bowl, added water to the pot, and the bottom of the stove was steamed vigorously. The steamed and fried hooves gradually became soft and rotten, and the red skin appeared a little oily. .A chopstick poked down and pulled it back again. The chopsticks bitten by the meat made a "boom" sound, which was extremely sticky and slippery. At this time, she knew that the hoofbone was soft enough to be out of the pot, ensuring that the mouth could be full. The oil, the flesh that melts in the mouth but not greasy, is fragrant and attractive.
She brought a bowl to the old man's house. The old man was sitting in a daze at the window.She found Zhao Lanxiang's figure, and the vicissitudes of her old face wrinkled.
"Give me something."
Zhao Lanxiang looked at her suspiciously.
Granny said indifferently: "You melted the gold lock and took it for money, the comic book in the box was returned to me."
Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but laugh, "That book was originally a comic book, but unfortunately it wasn't here with me, he was taken away by Brother He."
She saw Grandma's eyes that suddenly and seriously looked at her. She paused and continued: "I saw a cypress on the golden lock. I thought it must be He Er's thing, so I gave it to him."
Zhao Lanxiang secretly exhaled, if the eyes of the old grandmother He Songbai would not be so sharp, she could not hold her back!
The author has something to say: Small theater:
Brother Bo: Shameless and self-confident, she just wanted to be close to him, but he was thinking about another thing.