Bai Fumei in the 70’s

The soup dumplings made by the woman still smell nice on her table.

Jiang Li let it be, she didn't have a face to break her promise. She has to pick up the pen and write it again. Zhao Lanxiang frowned, "No, it's too neat, and it looks very wrong at first glance. You can write like how you usually write letters."

Jiang Li couldn't take it anymore and almost wanted to stop writing.

She glanced at the iron box in Zhao Lanxiang's hand greedily and said, "Give me a bit, I will write."

Zhao Lanxiang knocked on the table with her thumb, and said politely, "Just ask you to write, don't you have enough soup dumplings to eat?"

"I'll write!"

Jiang Li feels that today's Zhao Lanxiang is fierce and unreasonable.

"Want to eat."

Zhao Lanxiang said, "Don't bargain with me."1

Jiang Li bit her teeth and wrote the "scribble" family letter again.

This Zhao Lanxiang was really strange, she was not allowed to tell her brother that this mango "specialty product" was made by her.

Zhao Lanxiang received the letter with satisfaction and folded it into the envelope. Only then she take out a piece of mango roll from the iron box for Jiang Li to eat.

Although it was just fried spiced scraps, the crispy and fried fragrance of mango rolls is super delicious. Jiang Li crunched off a piece, it is so sweet that she was about to fly. This pastry is obviously better than the special snacks of the state-run restaurant.

It's no wonder that Zhao Lanxiang has to add a sentence at the end that she spent all her money. After buying such an expensive snack, wouldn't her wallet shrink? She also added a sentence that is very cheap, which really understands her thoughts. She never said it was expensive to buy things, anyway, her brother knew she was always short of money.

She took another bite and ate a bit of the remaining mango rolls. The delight brought by the sweets made her squint, her tongue licked the mango rolls, and the faint milk fragrance permeated in her mouth.

"It's delicious, how to make this? How can it be made so delicious, and it's so delicious after being fried."

Zhao Lanxiang said lightly, "You can't learn it. I'll go back. Next time he writes back, remember to show it to me."

Jiang Li agreed at the beginning.

She gazed at Zhao Lanxiang sealing the box with adhesive tape tightly. She couldn't help but say, "I won't steal food. Are you so strict against thieves?"

Zhao Lanxiang was actually afraid of the mango scent would be soaked in the letter. If it is what she thought, it is estimated that Jiang Jianjun wouldn't even want to open the letter.

She coughed and took two more pieces out of the box for her, "I will send it tomorrow, you know?"

Jiang Li bit the mango roll and hurriedly responded.

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Zhao Lanxiang made a few small stir-fries in the evening, such as braised pork intestines, stir-fried pork lungs, and pork intestine soup. Although simple, it is more generous for everyone than dinner on New Year's Eve. Sister He was flattered, Zhao Lanxiang just laughed without saying a word. I guess let the eldest sister know that all this was earned by her brother, and I would be even more surprised.1

In the evening when everyone got together for dinner, He Songbai hasn't got up yet.

The eldest sister went to call him, and he slowly brushed his teeth and washed his face, and came to the table to eat.

He can eat two large bowls of rice in one breath, stirring the rice with the sauce of the fatty intestines, the rice is oily and fragrant, He Songbai has a particularly good appetite, and he feels like his stomach is bottomless.

If Zhao Lanxiang didn't stopped him, he would continue to eat the third bowl.

"You can't eat so much at night."

Zhao Lanxiang tried not to communicate with He Songbai when someone was there. She was very happy to see his appetite. She likes to watch him eat like a piglet. It's better to have a full meal, and become tall and strong after half a year. Her old man wore out his foundation, no matter how much he ate, he won't get fat. Others suffer from a mid-life crisis and get a good beer belly. He is still lean, elegant and handsome, and looks healthy.

In fact, it's nothing more than strength.

After he finished his dinner, she wanted to give him all the mango rolls made today as regular snacks.

He Songbai heard the words and hummed "coldly".

Sister He put down her rice bowl and gestured, "Will you go with me to deliver the cow tomorrow?"

He Songbai said, "When will the delivery be?"

Sister He said, "I don't know yet."

He Songbai smiled, and looked like a child who said, "That won't work. I'm going to play in the county tomorrow and have an appointment with my brother. You call Uncle De, he has experience."

Sister He wanted to beat him a few times, and she gave her brother an angry look.

"OK, you go play."

After dinner, He Songbai went to Grandma's room to chat with her and feed her.

He took out the golden beans and gave them back to grandma, "This is Grandpa's relic. You didn't tell me, and I almost sold it. Grandpa will come to me tonight and call me unfilial."

Grandma snatched her rice bowl without asking him to feed her, and said angrily, "My living grandson I can't control anymore, where can I still control his relics?"

He Songbai took out a white medicine bottle from his arms and gently shook his hand. The particles inside rustled loudly, "This is a calcium tablet. I heard that eating it will make your hands and feet less painful. Come, eat one."

He unscrewed the medicine bottle and a white pill lies on his palm.

Grandma looked at the palm of her grandson's open hand, the rough palm under the white pill is rough and red, his skin has worn out.

Her thin hands gently rubbed the lines of his palm, and after a while she said, "Is it hard?"

"Grandma is useless. If I let your mother keep you abroad, you don't have to suffer this kind of hardship with us."

She choked a bit, "Your sister can still enjoy the wealth for a few years. But you are born to suffer hardship. My good boy..."

He Songbai hated the old grandmother for saying these endless words. He put the medicine into her mouth, "Eat it, I can't let you live a rich life even if I fight this life, but I can make you full. Your mentality is wrong and you need to adjust."

"You always indulge in the past and never be happy in the lifetime."

Grandma kissed her grandson's rough palm and said with tears, "I also looked forward to bring up a child for you! Grandma still has hope!"1

"I will teach him like you, teach him Chinese, teach him to paint, and teach him arithmetic. Although Grandma is cumbersome, old and bulky, but her mind is still bright!"

"But hurry up, Grandma is too old..."

There was a sense of helplessness in Grandma Li's voice. She lifted her neck and poured a soup, and swallowed the calcium tablet.