Chapter 71

Two thick black braids, one left and one right, were placed on the breast of the bulging bag, which was about to burst out. With the trembling rhythm of the two lumps of meat, they slipped playfully.

Gu Zheng, who was attracted by the middle chest, silently recited the heart clearing mantra in his heart to prevent his little brother from looking up. At the same time, he tried to lift his eyes and look at each other's face, trying to distract his attention.

This look, but it is into the eye.

A round face like a goose egg, although a little rough by the wind and frost, still maintains the unique elasticity of a girl.

The good color of rouge covered the whole round cheeks. I don't know whether it was because I was ashamed of the scene that was not suitable for children, or because I was too anxious and tired when I ran into the door.

Above the carmine, there are big round eyes like black grapes, with the characteristics of a cold northern girl. Under the eyelashes like a small brush, he smiles like a curved crescent moon.

Round eyes, round face, round nose, with the more laughter, the more open corners of the mouth, two round dimples also emerged.

well! What a pleasant girl.

Although it is not absolutely beautiful, but the absolute youth is warm, so that those who see her unconsciously have to pick up a few points.

"Oh, oh, it's okay."

Seeing the appearance of the girl who came in, Gu Zheng, who had planned to quickly stop the other party from moving forward, turned his words into answering the other party's words.

"Oh, my God, it's all right. Brother Gu, you don't know. While I was washing your clothes, I saw the blood flowing down. Don't worry too much. Brother, aren't you hurt? What's the matter with the blood?"

Looking at the girl's sincere expression across the street, Gu Zheng's reply was automatically gentle: "it's all right. Brother Gu can't afford to lose. It's all other people's blood."

Hearing this answer, Caifeng's eyes on the opposite side lit up three points: "I knew brother Gu was the best. Then, it's nothing. I, I'll go out first?"

What's the matter with your reluctant tone? If something happens, you're not going to leave, are you?

'Gollum...'

Make complaints about his be inopportune or inappropriate.

Caifeng, who had already retreated to the door, turned her head back immediately.

"Haha, brother, are you hungry? I'll give you something to eat!"

"Ah ah!"

Gu Zheng's stopping voice rang behind him, but the girl's braided braids that swayed because of her happy running had already disappeared in the shared stove with narrow doors and low eaves in the small courtyard.

Forget it, Gu Zheng sighed and put on his clothes first.

Turning back to Gu Zheng by the bed, he picked up the pile of folded clothes on the headboard of the bed.

Right above is a big underpants with two patches at the fork.

The person who sews the patch is very handy. In order to prevent the hole at the sewing place from grinding the crotch, he sewed the thread upside down.

The fine stitching and patching cloth of the same color reflect the care of the people who do this work.

Gu Zheng, who was dressed neatly while thinking, couldn't help but praise in his heart: if you put aside the careless character of Caifeng girl, she is really a good woman to live.

'Gollum'

Before Gu Zheng finished his admiration, his hungry belly was filled with the fragrance slowly in the courtyard, which kept calling.

What's the smell?

How can it be so fragrant?

Squatting on the stove, Caifeng, who revived the stuffy Mars, wiped the round and bright beads of sweat from the heat, and stared at the muttering noodles in the big pot.

When the first boiled flower rolled in the water and soup room, he took the hedge and copied the dark brown noodles inside.

People like them can't afford white flour. The half pocket of sweet potato noodles behind the stove was just carried back by Gu Zheng two days ago.

When elder brother Gu gave them two full bowls, the five members of Caifeng's family boiled a pot of thin pimple soup.

The sweet taste is the best delicacy in the world for Caifeng who has eaten wild vegetables for many days.

It's used to surprise brother Gu. It's just right.

A rough porcelain bowl with a small opening was filled with a fence of noodles.

The tall Caifeng got up, reached down a tightly sealed ceramic pot from the top of the sundry cabinet set up next to the wall, and then copied out a pair of bamboo chopsticks from the chopstick basket hung on the side of the shelf. Only then did he carefully open the small cover of the ceramic pot.

A fragrant, fresh and salty taste of soybean paste floated out, which made Caifeng, who operated all this, take a long breath and stretch the chopstick head in.

One by one, the thick bean paste was pulled out along the lift of chopsticks and put on the steaming sweet potato noodles.

When Caifeng smeared the sauce on the chopsticks on the noodles, she bit her teeth and carefully added a thumb sized soybean paste from the jar.

"That's almost it!" Caifeng, who had finished all this, said to herself with a smile: "brother Gu is doing manual work. Eat more salty and energetic."

When the basic work is completed, the rest is icing on the cake. The skillful Caifeng swept her eyes in the direction of the pile of vegetables at the entrance. She dragged out a cucumber that was still Shuiling. She washed it carefully several times on the water table beside the stove and chopped it on the chopping board.

Cucumber strips, even in thickness and as thin as hair, were stacked on one side of the thick porcelain bowl. When Caifeng was about to go out, two salted spicy radishes were squeezed in beside it, and they were carried out towards the door.

"Gollum."

"Brother Gu, are you hungry? Eat quickly! I don't know if it's your taste."

As Caifeng once again took Gu Zheng's room as her own home, a bowl of cold and warm sauce noodles was placed on the small square table in front of Gu Zheng.

The red radish, the green cucumber and the bean paste piled into a small drum are all inviting Gu Zheng's taste buds to a feast.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng couldn't be polite: "I'm really hungry and flustered. Sister Liu, you're welcome!"

Holding a big bowl with a big hand, a pair of bamboo chopsticks began to move, and the face was about to be buried.

The more simple the ingredients, the more you experience a person's cooking level.

It is the embodiment of the chef's highest cooking skill to give full play to the original flavor of the simplest ingredients.