v3 Chapter 806： Hint (2) (five thousand +)

Jiang Weiguo is not a person who is good at telling stories. His tone is very flat. Even when he talks about the highlights, he still has a flat tone, a low voice, no ups and downs, and even no necessary pauses at key points.

The only advantage is probably that these stories are true, rather than fabricated, so true that they are more exciting than some fabricated stories.

Jiang Feng and Zhao Lanhua listened very carefully.

Zhao Lanhua listened very seriously, devoted himself to it, and was not distracted for a moment. Jiang Weiguo may be the only person who will tell him stories in the past eighteen years of her life. It is not that other people have no patience, but that other people have no stories. In this era, people who want to have a rich experience like Jiang Weiguo are really rare.

Zhao Lanhua remained silent and did not ask questions, until the whole story was drawn to a full stop, and then began to ask what she didn't understand.

Zhao Lanhua's angle of asking questions is also very clear.

"This crab is not boiled, just put it alive in the jar and add something to marinate. Can it be delicious?" Zhao Lanhua was very puzzled, "I think the crab itself is not tasty, and it is small and has no meat. It’s not easy to catch. Only those very young children in our village who don’t have to work or collect firewood will go to the river to catch these things."

Jiang Weiguo's explanation is also very simple: "I will pickle an altar for you next time I have time."

After that, Jiang Weiguo got up and fiddled with the roast duck in the stove. The grilled duck in the oven is roasted with water and sauce after removing the innards of the duck. After putting it in the stove, you need to change the position of the duck to make it evenly heated.

When Jiang Weiguobo made the duck, the scent of the fruit wood also came out.

Zhao Lanhua sniffed and sighed, "It smells so good, the roasted duck smells like this."

"This is not the smell of duck but the smell of wood." Jiang Weiguo glanced at the duck in the hanging stove and sat back to its original position after confirming that the position was OK. "Now the burning wood is jujube and pear, and the fruit itself is natural. It is fragrant, and the bottom fire burns for a long time. If you roast it for a long time, the duck will have a faint fruity aroma on the final baked."

Although Zhao Lanhua didn't understand, she still nodded without knowingly.

The story of the drunken crab was finished. Jiang Weiguo sat silently without knowing what to say. Zhao Lanhua was looking at the roast duck in the oven without noticing that the atmosphere had become silent.

"Weiguo, you have been to so many places, why did you come here in the end?" Zhao Lanhua asked, "You are from Peking, have been to the magic capital, have been to the provincial capital, and the next provincial capital, I think Those places are pretty good, definitely better than ours."

Jiang Weiguo thought for a while: "Here is the recruitment."

The reason why he will settle in Z City is simple. When he came to Z City, the state-owned hotel was just established and was recruiting workers. He originally wanted to find a relatively stable job to work for a few years and then leave, but after doing so, he stabilized.

"What else do you want to hear?"

Zhao Lanhua thought for a while: "Pork belly."

Jiang Feng:?

Then Jiang Weiguo told her the story of learning Dongpo meat back then.

Jiang Feng:? ? ?

This is also OK? ? ?

For a whole afternoon, Mr. Jiang Weiguo, the storyteller, taught Zhao Lanhua an afternoon's dishes. After each dish, he went to the stove and fiddled with roast duck. As the dishes become more and more fragrant, the roast duck becomes more fragrant. It usually takes only half an hour for a duck to be baked.

Jiang Weiguo's roast duck technique is good, and the sliced ​​duck technique is better. Jiang Feng knew for the first time that his father is actually a sliced ​​duck skilled worker. The only drawback is that this duck is not very good.

Roast duck needs to have a fat body. The thin-skinned duck is most suitable for roasting. Although the duck selected by Jiang Weiguo looks quite plump, it obviously does not meet the standard. The most important thing is that the duck does not meet the standard. Duck breeds are a regional issue, and it is difficult to find duck breeds used for roast duck in the north in Z City in the south. Nevertheless, every piece of roast duck in the shape of willow leaves before Zhao Lanhua is definitely a qualified and outstanding roast duck.

"Can you eat it now?" Zhao Lanhua started to swallow quietly at the sliced ​​roast duck.

"Wait a minute." Jiang Weiguo took out two warm buns from the pot and handed them to Zhao Lanhua. "It was supposed to be wrapped in lotus leaf cakes, but the flour in the store is used up and will be delivered the day after tomorrow. This is The steamed buns left over yesterday, there is no green onion now. I will cut some cucumber strips for you. It’s too tired to eat alone."

Zhao Lanhua:?

She looked at the pan still steaming in a puzzled way, and she seemed to know that the oily water was full of greasy roast duck slices.

greasy?

How could it be tired?

The roast duck in front of you looks delicious. The skin of the duck is roasted until it is maroon red. The white duck meat exudes an attractive aroma. The color is made of sugar water, and the sweet aroma is accompanied by fruity aroma. Zhao Lanhua felt that the oily roast duck in front of him looked much better than the stew that could only be eaten at home during the Chinese New Year.

When the family had a meal of meat for the New Year, she felt that eating two pieces in a row was not enough, but unfortunately, she couldn't eat more. Now that a whole duck is hers, how could it feel tired?

Of course, Zhao Lanhua didn't say, she just picked a piece that looked the thickest, with the most oil and water, and no duck skin with meat, and put it all in her mouth.

Chew.

Standing next to her, Jiang Feng could feel the crispy duck skin exploding in her mouth, and it was warm, full of material juice with a hint of sweetness and roast duck fragrance, when it was seen on the tongue.

Jiang Feng understands this feeling too well.

The first two mouthfuls are astonishing, the third mouth feels not quite right, the fourth mouth and the fifth mouth feel so tired that they don't want to eat anymore.

Zhao Lanhua clearly does not have this problem.

She likes this feeling too much, this kind of delicious, fragrant, with a hint of sweetness, the most important thing is the feeling of plenty of oil and water.

Whether it is physically or psychologically, there is a feeling of great satisfaction.

Zhao Lanhua ate three pieces in a row, each of which was thick duck skin. When Jiang Weiguo came back with sweet noodle sauce, sugar and sliced ​​cucumber strips, the steamed bun in Zhao Lanhua's hand did not move. The roast duck on the plate was already Seven or eight slices are missing.

Jiang Weiguo:?

"Aren't you tired?" Jiang Weiguo was shocked.

If it was the first time that Zhao Lanhua was asked by Jiang Weiguo, she would be ashamed, and would like to find a place to dig into it. But now she has been with Jiang Weiguo for half a year. She has completely released herself, and she has gained a lot of weight.

"How can I get tired of being so delicious!" Zhao Lanhua exclaimed, and finally saw the steamed bun in his hand and took a bite. "I have never eaten something so delicious. It is better than the bowl you gave me last time. The roasted pig's feet with soy are delicious."

Hearing what Zhao Lanhua said, Jiang Weiguo showed a smile: "Then eat more and I will make soup for you with the rest of the duck rack."

Zhao Lanhua nodded hard and took a bite of the bun. After chewing twice, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly swallowed the bun and almost choked herself.

"This roast duck is so big, don't we save some for Master Huang and the others?"

"No." Jiang Weiguo refused decisively. "You hurry up and eat the duck before they come back. Don't be seen by them, otherwise the leader knows that I will be asked to do it."

Jiang Weiguo's face is full of words that he does not want to make roast duck every day.

Zhao Lanhua nodded repeatedly, and stuffed two bites of duck into her mouth.

Although there is no lotus leaf cake, Zhao Lanhua's way of eating roast duck seems too rough. Jiang Weiguo handed the cucumber strips and sauce to her: "Dip it in the sauce. Add some cucumber strips when you eat it will taste better."

Zhao Lanhua had never eaten sweet noodle sauce, nor had he seen sweet noodle sauce. Looking at the black sweet noodle sauce in the small bowl, she was a little afraid to touch it, fearing that the sauce would not taste good and ruin the wonderful roast duck. After hesitating, Zhao Lanhua stretched out his chopsticks and dipped a little sweet noodle sauce into his mouth and took a bite.

Zhao Lanhua's eyes lit up suddenly.

Sweet!

For Zhao Lanhua, who is still in the stage of sweetness and feels that brown sugar water is one of the most delicious flavors, the sweet noodle sauce with other wonderful flavors in the sweetness is definitely a fresh and delicious, unprecedented wonderful sweet.

"Is this sauce specially used to dip roast duck?" Zhao Lanhua licked her lips, licking off the remaining sweet noodle sauce on her lips.

"It's not special, but it's usually used when eating roast duck."

"It's delicious." Zhao Lanhua's lack of vocabulary made her unable to sigh more culturedly, "It's more delicious than brown sugar water."

Jiang Weiguo smiled and pointed to the white sugar: "Dip the duck skin on the white sugar, and it will be better to eat it after saccharification."

Zhao Lanhua did the same, and couldn't stop eating. He ate three or four pieces of pure duck skin in a row, and almost ate all the fatter duck skin on the plate before stopping the chopsticks.

Zhao Lanhua gnawed half of a steamed bun and ate almost half a cucumber, feeling a little full.

Her appetite is actually not that small. If she drinks porridge at home, Zhao Lanhua can drink five or six bowls and eat two pancakes without feeling full. It is still the kind of big bowl for rural meals. Of course, under normal circumstances, she does not have the opportunity to eat so much. She is half hungry and half full all the year round. Generally, she can only have the chance to eat all the food in one breath during the holidays or when someone has a wedding or wine. Full.

Since going on a blind date with Jiang Weiguo, Zhao Lanhua has come here half-full every time, holding on to hiccups, and bringing some back when he leaves. Sometimes Zhao Lanhua felt that she didn't come to the city to meet her friends, she just came to the city to have a meal, the kind that she would pack and take home after eating.

She sees other people shopping, watching movies, or going to the park by the lake, but it's her turn to meet in the kitchen, eat, eat, and then eat. Every time I ate, I became fat. What Zhao Lanhua has heard most at home during this time is that others say that she has gained weight. She seems to be more blessed. She is indeed the same person in the city. It's different.

Zhao Lanhua thinks this is very good. She thinks that this way of eating and listening to stories is much better than watching movies.

What's the use of watching a movie? There is no meat to eat.

Zhao Lanhua suddenly remembered what Aunt Lotus said to her before.

When she was at home, her mother told her that she had been with Jiang Weiguo for eight months. Her eldest sister and her eldest brother-in-law were married for four months. She was still there for eight months. There is no additional news at all.

Her mother urged her several times and asked her to take Jiang Weiguo home. Jiang's family had no elders or even relatives. As long as she brings Jiang Weiguo home to meet the elders at home, the meal will be basically settled.

But how should she speak?

Zhao Lanhua suddenly became distressed. She wanted to eat two more roast ducks and now she can't even eat roast duck.

Neither Jiang Feng nor Jiang Weiguo could see Zhao Lanhua's inner drama. Maybe her inner drama was too rich and facial expressions were not enough to convey. In Jiang Feng's view, Zhao Lanhua suddenly frowned while eating. In Jiang Weiguo's view, she was finally tired of roast duck.

Should have been tired!

Jiang Weiguo walked here and took a look at the duck soup that was being cooked. It was almost okay to drink. The original soup turned into the original food. If you get tired of roast duck, you should use the soup cooked by the duck rack to relieve it.

"The soup is almost there, do you want some soup?"

"Yes." Zhao Lanhua subconsciously said.

Jiang Weiguo served Zhao Lanhua a bowl of soup, and the soup was still boiling hot across the bowl. There was a thin callus on Zhao Lanhua's hand and it didn't feel hot, so she looked at the soup while holding the bowl and started to daze again.

Zhao Lanhua felt she was too difficult.

The other girls in the village married and became mothers long ago at her age, but she was still dealing with them.

The other girls in the village were married from the same village or the neighboring village, and she was from the city.

Others in the city had been dealing with the object for eight months and had seen their parents long ago. Both parties had settled their affairs and they were ready to get married. She was still treated for eight months.

Obviously her partner is so good, why is her process of dealing with someone different from other people?

Zhao Lanhua felt that what Aunt Lotus said was right, she should have hinted.

But how to imply it?

Do you want to say directly, we have been together for eight months, shouldn't the object see the parents get married?

Isn't it a bit too eager to say that? Will you just say that the object you've been in for eight months is gone?

Ms. Zhao Lanhua’s mind has turned a lot of twists and turns, even the face reader Jiang Feng can't read a few words, let alone Jiang Weiguo, who has difficulty reading faces.

He thought it was because the soup was too hot to drink, and Zhao Lanhua was tired of roast duck because he ate too much at one time, and was physically nauseous, so he looked tangled and uncomfortable.

"Do you want me to cut you half a cucumber?" Jiang Weiguo suggested.

"Ah, no need, no, I really can't eat it anymore." Zhao Lanhua refused repeatedly and continued to think.

Jiang Weiguo finally realized that Zhao Lanhua's current expression might not be because of roast duck, but because of other things he didn't know.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Weiguo asked.

"what?"

"You have something on your mind and want to say it, but you dare not tell me." Jiang Weiguo was very straightforward.

"Um, I, actually..." Zhao Lanhua is a little bit driven by the ducks on the shelves now. She hasn't figured out how to imply the euphemistically, and she is afraid that she will just say no to the object directly, "Yes, we, too. I've been treated for eight months. I've been a target."

When Zhao Lanhua was nervous, she bounced out in a few words.

Jiang Weiguo was a little puzzled.

"My parents haven't seen you yet, so they want to find time, no, when you are free, let you go back with me and let them see what you look like." Zhao Lanhua used her The most euphemistic way you can think of in a short time.

"I will rest next Sunday." Jiang Weiguo did not hear the true meaning of the words.

"It's not an ordinary meeting, but the kind of meeting." Zhao Lanhua was shaking with nervousness.

"What kind of meeting?" Jiang Weiguo was a little confused.

"That's the kind of... both parents... that is, there are no parents. We are not, no, I mean the kind of both parents." Zhao Lanhua said that his tongue was knotted, Jiang Weiguo still did not understand.

The face was filled with confusion.

Zhao Lanhua only regretted why she didn't go to school back then, so she couldn't even understand her words now.

Gritting her teeth, her heart sighed, the hot duck soup in her hands seemed to give her strength, Zhao Lanhua took out the courage and spirit of breaking the jar when she first met and wanted to drink a sip of sugar water, and took a deep breath.

"My parents want to see you and talk about when we will get married."

The courage is gone, Zhao Lanhua now wants to find a place to get in.

Jiang Weiguo was stunned.

Zhao Lanhua also wanted to remedy it: "I actually didn't mean that. I think we are both doing well now, mainly my parents, not my parents, and I don't know who it is. Anyway, that's the case. "

"not now."

Zhao Lanhua lowered her head, thinking it over, and sure enough, she said nothing about herself.

"I haven't bought a radio yet." Jiang Wei Guodao.

"Huh?" Zhao Lanhua suddenly raised her head. She never expected that the culprit who had kept her in the office for eight months was the radio.

What's the matter with the radio!

Zhao Lanhua thought so, and asked the same.

"Don't you need four pieces for marriage?" Jiang Weiguo asked Zhao Lanhua, "I have asked someone to buy a bicycle, a sewing machine, a radio, a watch, and a sewing machine. I bought a second-hand bicycle if I didn't have enough industrial vouchers. I went with the watch two months ago. I bought it by trustees in Fujian, and now I don’t need a radio. If I want to get married, I have to wait at least three months before I get the industrial vouchers."

Zhao Lanhua was already stupid.

"Who, who told you to get these four things for marriage?" Zhao Lanhua asked weakly.

Jiang Weiguo frowned: "Isn't that enough? Sun Guanyun told me these four."

Don't say Zhao Lanhua is stupid, Jiang Feng is stupid.

Three turns and one ring, even if it was put in the 60s and 70s, it was a match. The old man and grandma Jiang got married in the 1950s. This behavior is simply to raise the entire z city by oneself The wedding market.

"No, whoever wants this kind of thing for marriage, our entire commune will only have a bicycle." Zhao Lanhua felt that his three views were greatly impacted.

"No need?" Jiang Weiguo was also married for the first time. After he came to Z City, he had never participated in other people's weddings. No elders at home knew this. He had the impression that the marriage was Jiang Huiqin's wedding, as well as his elder brother's wedding.

Needless to say, Jiang Huiqin's wedding was in the newspaper. Because his eldest brother's wedding was the first of the Jiang family's juniors and was the eldest son, Jiang Chengde also held it very grandly at the expense. In Jiang Weiguo's view, it is normal for a married couple to require bicycles, radios, watches and sewing machines. These are all good things, and they are very practical without losing money.

"No need!" Zhao Lanhua said in a loud voice, feeling ridiculous, but couldn't help being happy. "Getting married is actually just a meal for relatives and friends. This is how my elder sister gets married. You gave so many beauties. I can't afford so much dowry either."

"My eldest sister got married, and our family was accompanied by two quilts and a new dress." Zhao Lanhua said more and more quietly, "There are also twenty catties of sweet potatoes and two taels of brown sugar."

Zhao Lanhua's head lowered lower and lower, almost lowering it into the soup bowl, and he simply held the bowl and started to drink the duck soup.

Drinking and drinking, the corners of his mouth are almost grinning.

Jiang Weiguo is still at a loss as to what it takes to get married: "Then are these things necessary or not?"

"Do I need to go to your house next Sunday?"

It was foggy, and Jiang Feng began to lose sight of everything around him.

"Yes." Zhao Lanhua whispered, "I let my mother make stew for you."

Jiang Feng:...

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