Bai Fumei in the ’70s

62 Chapter 062

Jiang Li is working hard and enjoying the spicy bullfrog pot deliciously, not paying attention to Zhao Lanxiang's slightly changed face.

She said while eating: "When will you do this next time, leave me some, I will buy it with you."

After a while, Jiang Li did not get a definite reply from Zhao Lanxiang.

She groaned dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you speak, is it foolish to read my brother's letter?"

Zhao Lanxiang stopped her mouth and shouted at He Songbai to come over for dinner. She felt a little coldness in her back. She looked up and looked around, and found that He Songbai was not nearby, and her face was sullen.

Jiang Li was too open-mouthed, so He Songbai heard such misunderstood words, and it was estimated that she would become a bad woman in his heart.

Bo Geer is a shrinking tortoise hidden in a turtle shell. She is sensitive and inferior. She finally boldly poked her head to accept her, liked her, and was willing to work hard for her.If Jiang Jiangjun was smashed by him prematurely, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't explain his ten mouths.

Everything at the moment is gradually getting better in the right direction. Zhao Lanxiang did not want Jiang Jianjun to blend in to destroy it at all.

Any possible danger, she wants to be strangled in the cradle.

She pondered for a long time and said seriously: "This is not the case with your brother."

"If you talk like this again, you won't have to come and eat with me again."

Zhao Lanxiang rarely speaks heavily, even when she is the most impatient, her face is soothing and even smiling, but this cold tone makes Jiang Li suddenly stunned.

She was choked by Zhao Lanxiang and said, "You... when I love your business?"

Zhao Lanxiang said literally: "You better be like this."

She quickly issued a guest order: "Hurry back home after eating, and the He family is not used to eating at the same table with strangers."

She paused and continued: "If there is something delicious in the future, I will leave it to you, you don't have to come to the door to ask for food."

"It will embarrass me and it will not look good, you know?"

Zhao Lanxiang frowned and said, "Xun Xun Shan Lu".

She couldn't guarantee that Jiang Li's sloppy roughness could remember her words. The best way was to reduce her chances of contacting He Songbai.

Zhao Lanxiang wiped herself with sweat after she said that she clearly did not do anything to apologize to the man, but at the moment she felt a sense of guilty conscience.

After listening to the first sentence, Jiang Li couldn't hold her face, but he was very happy when he heard the second sentence "Leave it for you", his eyes narrowed into a line as if it was cheap.Zhao Lanxiang rarely has such a thoughtful time.

She was cheeky while she was ordering meals, and occasionally emptied, which was uncomfortable.

Jiang Limei said happily: "Okay, I'm not coming, I'm waiting for you."

Jiang Li filled a little frog in a bowl and gave Zhao Lanxiang a meal of fifty cents, and went back with satisfaction.

Zhao Lanxiang quickly collected the letter on the table and shouted that the brothers and sisters of the He family came over for dinner.She brought a bowl of stewed pheasant frog to Granny's house.

When Sanya was writing big characters, she had already smelled the fragrance of Chaifang. The grass paper that was greedy for writing big characters was stained with her saliva.

"There is no good news, this temptation can't stand it."

"After writing two large letters, I will not go to dinner."

She strictly restrained her granddaughter, who had a lively jump and no character.

On the other side, He Songbai was feeding the cows in the cowshed. Hearing the subject's shouting, he quickly finished work and went to dinner.

He set up his chopsticks and happily ate with the clear soup stewed by Zhao Lanxiang.The drink on his face appeared slow, and it took a while to drink the first drink at noon, which gradually slowed down.The deep face is red and the expression is so cute and cute.

He said, "Xiangxiang, you are so pretty."

Zhao Lanxiang felt caught in his hand and gave him a sip, "What kind of wine is crazy, Sanya will come later."

He Songbai said carelessly: "It doesn't matter, she's writing big letters!"

"It can't come that fast."

He Songbai smirked, but his hands were no longer irregular.

He ate the food honestly, and cherished every grain of rice in the bowl, with a satisfied expression: "The food you made is really delicious."

"Smart and cultured."

"Gentle and courageous."

"How come my fragrance is so good!"

Zhao Lanxiang was stunned. She didn't know that Dr. He Songbai was still like this.

The old man had a bad stomach and suffered from severe stomach problems.His personal doctor was very nervous and told him not to allow a drop of wine. When talking about business, several assistants beside him kept him out of the wine without dripping. In addition, he was particularly self-controlling. Zhao Lanxiang hadn't seen him for so many years. Drunk looks.

She could not help but listen, and grinned.

When a man speaks sweet words, he is also born with an irresistible magic.Zhao Lanxiang was not in a good mood at the moment, and was stunned by his silly words.

The scrupulousness in front of her made her abandon the future vision.

"Is there any?" She whispered closer to He Songbai's ear and asked with a smile.

At the same time, her eyes were also closely watching the movement outside the chai house. At this time, the evening meal was when the He family gathered together.

There may be no one to eat at noon, but no matter how busy the evening is, the sisters and siblings of the He family can get together.

But today is a little different. Sister He is spending the night at Lijiadong's room. The grandma is inconvenient to come out in the house, and even Sanya... hasn't finished writing the big characters.

At this moment, Zhao Lanxiang had a kind of unspoken secret unrestrainedness. Hearing such a passionate man's words, she even fluttered a little.

Rarely, when this man with a mouth-sucked gourd-like stuffiness is so coquettish, Zhao Lanxiang would have thought he had said it deliberately, unless the wine on his body was really strong.

He Songbai thought and thought, staring at Zhao Lanxiang with some anguish.Staring stunned, Suddenly thumped his head down on the table and fell asleep with his eyes closed.

Zhao Lanxiang's expectation fell short, and she grabbed his ears angrily, hoping to wake him up.

"Really, I can't drink so much wine but I can still succeed."

Zhao Lanxiang moved the rice bowl around his elbow to warm the hot milk in the stove that still had the remaining temperature in the fire room. The milk was used for sobering up.Drinking so drunk, drinking some milk can also relieve stomach irritation.

After a while, Sanya, who had finished writing big characters, happily got into the log room and squatted down at the table for dinner.

She covered her mouth and laughed that her elder brother was drunk and passed out. She was happy to take the frog in the pot as her own, and love how to eat and eat.

Sanya still saw her for the first time when she put meat into the pot and cooked it cooked.The red oil in the pot bubbling bubbly, the fragrance is overflowing, the yellow chicken is covered under the crispy and tender greens, and it tastes smooth and tender. Surprise.

The delicious and spicy taste made her know how to eat the marrow. If Zhao Lanxiang stopped her, Sanya would have to eat her stomach in one breath.

Zhao Lanxiang rubbed her head: "Go to the shower and sleep."

She greeted Sanya to take a bath, took her to chat with her grandmother, and finally returned to the chaifang to give milk to He Songbai and give him a sober.

Her cold palms pressed against his hot face, and the drunken man narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Get up, drink some milk and sleep again."

"You are so heavy, I can't move you back to the house to sleep."

He Songbai listened to the soft and energetic voice in his ear, and the voice seemed to fall into the heart of the heart, warm and ironing.On a very quiet night, the chai room was only supported by a kerosene lamp, and there was a blur around it, but the woman under the lamp had a beautiful look at the flowers in the mist, and she laughed shallowly.

In a moment of squinting, his confused thoughts seemed to imagine that the woman in front of him was the scene of his wife.

"You feed me, okay?"

He Songbai murmured vaguely, opened his eyelids and carefully looked at Zhao Lanxiang with the expected look.

Zhao Lanxiang had no resistance to this kind of whispering pleading. She took the spoon helplessly, raised his head, and fed milk into his mouth little by little.

The warm milk flowed into He Songbai's mouth and into his burning stomach, which greatly smoothed his stomach.He felt a little soothing comfort, giggling gigglingly.

In this way, he drank a large bowl of water, "No more, want to sleep."

He Songbai fell asleep after finishing talking.

...

Zhao Lanxiang scrapped the power of nine cattle and two tigers, and finally brought a man as solid as Taishan back to the house. It was not early.This is for He Songbai, who usually gets up early. He usually sleeps at eight.

She stared at the surnamed watch in He Songbai's arms, worried that he could not get up at two in the morning to work, and she wiped his face silently.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't get up tomorrow."

"You are exhausted these days, old buffalo."

He Songbai fell asleep deeply, did not respond to her, and quickly snored.

Zhao Lanxiang returned to her house, and unfolded the letters hidden in her arms one by one.

"Lan Xiang: Seeing a letter is like a letter, showing a letter to Shu Yan. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I missed it very much. When my work ends, I will go to you. Hope, Jiang Jianjun."

Seeing this, Zhao Lanxiang pulled out a pen and quickly wrote a letter in reply.

"Comrade Jiang: Seeing the letter as well, Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, I will take a few days off home to visit my parents, and I can talk about it in detail at that time. I hope you will not deliberately travel to the countryside so as not to miss it."

She thought she could never contact him again with such a letter, and then she would be entangled endlessly, and she was worried, and put Bo Geer in danger.

She buckled up the pen cap, threw it into a bamboo pen holder, and walked straight to the bullpen.