Bai Fumei in the 70’s

She saw He Songbai frown and raised his head to look at her.

Those dark and silent eyes looked like a solitary wolf. Crystal beads of sweat ran down his face. Zhao Lanxiang saw his deeply outlined, high cheekbones, wheat-colored skin scorched by the sun, and dark and thin body.

But this shirtless body was undoubtedly full of manliness.6

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

Zhao Lanxiang's face warmed uncontrollably, and her heart became hot and jumped violently. After she finished speaking, she headed towards the kitchen.

He Songbai wiped his face randomly with his palms, gazed at her fading back, and then continued to focus his eyes at that pile of firewood, chopping the wood in silence and with brute force, repeating these tedious movements from beginning to end.

Although he was thin, he had the same unstoppable energy as most young people. At this time, his stomach had finally seen some oil. There was meat growing quietly under that dark skin.2

...

What Zhao Lanxiang didn't know was that when she was walking to the kitchen, the two people in the kitchen looked like they never had enough food to eat and were both scarfing down the noodles excitedly.

Tang Qing usually had good self-control, but somehow he can't restrain himself. It seemed as if he could eat a whole elephant.

Jiang Li had also abandoned the restraint and shyness of a girl. She had even forgotten that she had a secret affection for the boy who was eating with her at the same table.

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

Because it was... so delicious!

For Jiang Li, who hadn't had a good meal for an entire month, if the eight-point taste became ten-points, then Zhao Lanxiang's noodles were twelve-points worth of deliciousness. The soup was rich and savory. The noodles were smooth and crisp. Her teeth were chomping as they felt the bounce of the noodles the moment they were bitten. The pork belly topping on the surface was even more captivating. It was crunchy and unbelievably fragrant. As she chewed more and more vigorously, the aftertaste was endless. Holding this hot bowl of noodles, Jiang Li began thinking that she would follow Zhao Lanxiang from now on. Otherwise, where else would she be able to eat such delicious food?

At this time, she had completely tossed the previous buns to the back of her mind, and she was completely immersed in this moment.

Jiang Li slurped up the noodles, finishing a large bowl with gusto, and burped.

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 and began slowly eating her own bowl of noodles.

Jiang Li saw that Zhao Lanxiang ignored her and ground her teeth, but she was not angry. Because her mind was full of fragrant noodles at this time, so instead, she went to the pot herself to fill her bowl.

Zhao Lanxiang swallowed her noodles and said to Jiang Li, "Sister He and Sanya haven't come back for dinner, don't eat too much."

Jiang Li hummed and said, "You rarely invite me to eat noodles. Yet you're still so stingy. Alright, I know."

Luckily, Zhao Lanxiang, who was thinking that the two of them hadn't eaten anything good since they came to the country, and was afraid of them eating a lot, so she made a lot of noodles. Otherwise, with the appetite of Miss Jiang and Prince Tang, the portion for He family's eldest sister and the younger sister would have been long gone.

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

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

Zhao Lanxiang had accompanied her old man to social dinner parties a lot, and the way she spoke had become more westernized. Most people will refuse and say humble words when they are praised, but when it was her turn, she will generously accept honest compliments.3

Tang Qing originally wanted to use the opportunity to ask her how to make it.

Zhao Lanxiang saw the curiosity in his eyes and said with a smile, "In fact, this soup is nothing special, you can make it according to my method if you want it for the weekend. You can go to the store and pick some meatless pork bones. You can rest assured that it can be bought for a dime without a meat ticket. It is very cheap. Stew the soup base with pig bones for two or three hours, and the flavor will be like the soup you are drinking now."

Of course, she added some other ingredients, but these she would not tell people. Although the pork belly noodles look simple, the soup base was made using the secret recipe of a chain store in her previous life, and it would be worth a lot of gold in later generations.4

Its significance will make people eat more enjoyably.

Tang Qing said, "It turns out that this was the case. Your mind is ingenious, and you have a lot of knowledge in making noodles."

Jiang Li still had half a bowl of noodles and slurped it loudly. In fairness, this bowl of noodles was really something. The nanny she had at home didn't even have this level of skill. However, because of her pride, Jiang Li would not praise Zhao Lanxiang's craftsmanship directly, but just silently sucked the noodles.

Tang Qing had solved the previous question, but asked with great interest, "But the noodles I make are always soft and stick to the teeth, but you make wonderful noodles. How do you make the noodles so springy?"

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

However, when she saw Jiang Li's curious eyes and hungry look, she cleared the obstacle in her heart. Missy also wanted to learn. No wonder she didn't intervene in their conversation just now.

Zhao Lanxiang didn't hide it. These tips were insignificant.

She ate the noodles cleanly and drank the soup. "When you are making noodles, just add an egg and a little bit of alkaline water. The noodles made by high-quality flour are more glutenous, which is not the case with other flours."

Tang Qing was finally satisfied at this time, and he happily enjoyed the soup in his bowl without wasting a single drop.

He thinks he should lend his bicycle to Comrade Zhao a few more times.1

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

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

Tang Qing handed a food ticket to Zhao Lanxiang after eating. After all, he ate a fine meal, and it is not a good style to freeload food.

Jiang Li thought that Zhao Lanxiang just wanted to please her brother and thus please her. She never thought of giving Zhao Lanxiang payment. But when she saw Tang Qing take out the food ticket, she was embarrassed to leave without paying, so she clenched her teeth and also took out a food ticket.