Bai Fumei in the 70’s

Zhao Lanxiang dealt with He Songbai's chicken, and then boiled the whole chicken until the boiling water was full of oil before she fished it out. The soup was clear of the foam and oily stains. It was clear and transparent. She transferred half to a separate pot and let it cool, while stewing meatballs with the remaining soup. Then she covered it with cabbage leaves and simmer for one hour.1

At the same time, she sliced ​​the chicken, including the skin, into oily and tender pieces, and put them on the plate. She cut the cabbage, winter bamboo shoots, tofu, tomato into thin strips with a sharp knife, and stewed some fresh clams in the soup.

The Zhao family had dinner one hour later.

Zhao Lanxiang did not know how the conversation in the living room developed. Now she did not have to worry about how He Songbai handled her elders.

Feng Lian helped her daughter to bring out the dishes. The air smelled of a thick delicacy, but when she looked down, she saw slices of white chicken meat.

Zhao Lanxiang walked out of the living room and saw He Songbai shaking the child's hand, his face was slightly embarrassed.

Seeing her sister coming out, Xiao Huzi shrugged and called He Songbai, "Brother Bai."

He Songbai's heart fell to the ground.

The clever little ghost almost called him "brother-in-law."

Won't it be lifting a stone and hitting one's own foot? He Songbai's eyes quickly flashed with a trace of regret.1

He glanced at the child and said, "Little Huzi is so smart. You remember it right."

Zhao Yongqing's eyes are full of inquiry.

He Songbai said, "I, my things have not been packed. I won't disturb..."

Feng Lian hurriedly stopped him, "Didn't you agree to have a meal before leaving? You haven't eaten."

Zhao Yongqing also said, "We can eat this chicken because of you, so let's eat together."

Zhao Yongqing was a little surprised when he saw that his son was also familiar with this guy.

However, they ate dinner soon after, and the hunger in his belly quickly diverted his attention.

Zhao Lanxiang made a lot of work on this meal, cutting the meat and cutting the tofu into filaments. Her hands became sore and even holding the chopsticks was a little uncomfortable. But these three dishes and one soup surprised the whole family.

The meatballs were served in a clear soup, and the floating cabbage leaves were emerald green, and the meatballs were like white jade.1

A thousand threads of shredded tofu are like crisscrossing silk. Green, white and red were floating in the clear soup. It was looming, almost as thin as cicada wings, especially the tomatoes, like a veil of gauze covered in water. When they scoop it, the clear soup was like the waves, and the thousands threads were dancing with the waves.

This made Feng Lian, who worked in the Department of Liberal Arts, stunned, as if ancient recipes were reappearing.

She took the lead to scoop half a bowl to drink. The thin slices of julienne ingredients were melted in the mouth and were very refreshing. She ate a few spoonfuls before discovering that the soup was made with clams. No wonder it was so fresh.

Zhao Yongqing took a meatball. The jade-like meatball was soft and mellow, and the taste was pure and fragrant. It was not very greasy, even after eating a few. It was an extremely refined dish. After drinking half a bowl of soup, Feng Lian also began to eat the meatball, and little Huzi also ate it. A plate of meatball soon finished. If Feng Lian did not give some to He Songbai, it is estimated that he would not have a portion.

Zhao Lanxiang pursed her lips and smiled.

Honest people would never get to eat at the dinner table, especially if some of the dishes were their family's favorites.5

This meal was a joy for both the guests and the host, especially little Huzi's belly. After eating, the tiny bulging buddha slowly walked downstairs and followed his mother for a walk.

He Songbai silently glanced at his girlfriend, who was picking up the tableware.

At this moment, when he was full, He Songbai had a strong uncontrollable thought in his heart. Her family is very beautiful, her parents are very kind, the family is happy, and even eating a meal is full of happiness.

He wanted to help her clean up the dishes, but he was not qualified.

Her father stared at him closely and asked him a lot of questions.

"What do you do?"

He Songbai replied, "Livestock."

Well, he did raise pigs. Not only did he raise pigs, but also the cattle in the brigade were also taken care of by him and his elder sister. This answer is not a lie.

It's just that it has not yet turned into a visible main business.

Zhao Yongqing asked again, "So you are from an intellectual family. No wonder you like reading so much."

"But it's a pity that your family dragged you down..." He shook his head.

He Songbai felt uneasy by Zhao Yongqing, probably because every "father-in-law" in this world had a very keen sense.

Zhao Yongqing previously thought that the young man was down-to-earth and sincere, but in a flash, He Songbai was familiar with his whole family up and down. Zhao Yongqing felt something wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.8

After drinking a round of hot tea, He Songbai took off as soon as possible and hurriedly left the house.

"Thanks to Uncle Zhao's hospitality, the food is very delicious, and the tea is also delicious. I have to go back to the guest house to pick up my luggage after the meeting, so I won't stay longer."

Zhao Yongqing asked his daughter to take the person to the door.

"Niuniu, don't wash the dishes anymore, send your fellow home."1

Zhao Lanxiang leaned out of the kitchen and responded. She quickly washed her hands and took something from the room and put it in her pocket.

She sent He Songbai downstairs. He Songbai didn't want to stay for a moment, and just said "Goodbye" and hurriedly left.

Zhao Lanxiang turned her head to see. Did Zhao Yongqing stand right in front of the window upstairs?1

The moonlight was too dim, and she couldn't see her father's face. She just felt a floating guilty conscience in her heart. He Songbai really convinced her dear father completely.

'His eyes are really not too sharp!'

At night, Zhao Lanxiang packed up her luggage one by one and put all the things she needed at the bottom of the box.

In the New Year, she replaced the 1976 calendar and put on a brand-new calendar. Now when she looked at it again, the vague memories of the past flood into her mind. She found her old middle school textbooks one by one, wiped them clean, and put them neatly in her luggage.

When she came back from the country, half of her box was packed with food. Now when she left, half of the box were books.

The year 1977 is the first year of the college entrance examination. Zhao Lanxiang had gone to college in her previous life, and naturally, in this life, she must not miss the first train.