Chapter 36:

After listening to Zhao Lanxiang's words, Jiang Li's first reaction was not to believe it.
Who is her brother?
The younger generation in the entire compound belongs to him the most promising. Different from the plain old brothers above, her brother is the one who looks at the place where her parents are good-looking. He is not as promising as his prosperous people, and he is not as good as his third-pointer. There are so many girls who like her brother that they can be lined up from the street to the end of the street.
Now Zhao Lanxiang actually said to break with her brother, still under the circumstances that her brother wrote such a "nice" letter.
Jiang Li just wanted to laugh, but he couldn't laugh when he saw the seriousness in Zhao Lanxiang's eyes.
She said, "Do you want my brother to treat you as an ancestral land and beg you to treat him well?"
"If you miss this village, you won't have this shop. You let him be discouraged. I can't enter my Jiang's door in this life."
Jiang Li didn't think Zhao Lanxiang's words were false. What she thought of was his brother's irrelevant appearance. The kind of cheap look that trampled on the girl's sincerity. Sometimes she looked itchy. If her object dared to treat her like this, she promised to let someone off.
She thought that Zhao Lanxiang was "really angry", but she never doubted Zhao Lanxiang's sincerity towards his brother.
At the beginning, how could she look like she was dying, and suddenly she said that change would change overnight.
Zhao Lanxiang snorted and said uninterestingly: "It doesn't matter what you think."
"But looking at your brother's appearance doesn't seem to have that kind of consciousness, you can mention him a little bit. This year, I wrote such a letter to a clean girl, and it was like a rogue. There are no rogues like him."
She opened Jiang Jianjun's letter at random and glanced.
In fact, Zhao Lanxiang did not dare to believe that Jiang Jianjun would write a "love letter" to her. At this time in his last life, he was suffering from the trough of life and was suppressed by his "fighting star" in his destiny. . He was hospitalized and wounded alone, but the house was leaking and the rain was falling, Bai Yueguang was far away from home for his career.
In the end, it was estimated that he thought that there was no chance for Bai Yueguang in this life, but he always wanted to get married, so he picked the one that was most passionate about him.
How could he write a love letter to her at this time?
Looking at it from the past, Zhao Lanxiang was a bit wrong, and her ten lines of sight suddenly became a verbatim review.
This action fell into Jiang Li's eyes, and turned into a proof that his mouth was hard and soft.
She said: "Hey, I don't care about your business, I want to eat steamed buns."
Zhao Lanxiang experienced the taste of "washing her eyes" when Jiang Li opened the letter, and she saw the warm and bold side of Jiang Jianjun for the first time in her two lives together, but when she looked at it, she puckered Frowned.
A bizarre thought entered her mind.
He... now, it should be a time when she is tired of her.
Why, maybe, write to her in this lover-like tone!
For a moment, Zhao Lanxiang was stunned for a moment, and there was a speechless consternation in her heart.
Isn't Jiang Jianjun reborn like her?
The trouble is big.
Regardless of what happened to her and Jiang Jianjun, as far as He Songbai and his grievances were concerned, He Songbai had taught Jiang Jianjun a fierce meal for her and ruined him, and if Jiang Jianjun really wanted to, Zhao Lanxiang was reluctant to think deeply.
Jiang Li shook Zhao Lanxiang's body.
"Okay, okay, my brother's letter is not so beautiful, as for keeping you staring so excitedly speechless?"
"I want to eat steamed buns. Do you have time to make it? I bought all the meat." Jiang Li said, shaking the pork in her hand. The pork in her hand was mixed with half fat, and an inch of white fat was in the sun. There was a little oily luster underneath.
The thoughts in Zhao Lanxiang's mind went back and forth, and finally his eyes were fixed on Jiang Li.
She said: "I'll discuss with you one thing. If you agree, I will make this bun for you. If you don't agree...you can carry your pork back and do it yourself."
Jiang Li gave Zhao Lanxiang a suspicious look and asked, "What's the matter?"
Zhao Lanxiang raised her lips, waved at her, and whispered a call to her ear.
After listening to it, Jiang Li was inexplicably brow furrowed.
She said: "I know why other women haven't been taken by my brother. I've just taken a look at you. Gee, this scheming is really deep..."
Jiang Li is not interested in how Zhao Lanxiang and her brother love and love things. She just wants to eat buns, hot buns!
Yesterday she listened to Zhou Jiazhen's longing for the buns made by Zhao Lanxiang, and she couldn't help but spread.
As soon as the autumn harvest was over, she went to the store to buy meat. It's a pity that she got up too late on the first day, the meat was already snatched away, and it was her turn to have nothing left. The more frustrations encountered, the higher the final sense of expectation.
Today, early in the morning, Jiang Li went to the county in the dark, grabbed a front row, and passed a post office to piggyback a letter. I was abused completely.
Zhao Lanxiang took the meat in Jiang Li's hands and weighed it. It was quite heavy, and it was estimated to weigh two pounds.
"You can't finish eating so much pork."
Jiang Li hummed and said, "It's okay, just do it, just make a few more and I will take it back for lunch and dinner."
Zhao Lanxiang thought for a while and said, "If you want to eat better, go to the brigade and see if the seller has come, and buy some pieces of crushed ice with him to get it back."
The autumn harvest has been hot in the past few days, and it is as dull as the stove at noon. People who are exposed to the sun for a long time are prone to heat stroke. There are sometimes sellers who pick up ice water in the valley, and many people are willing to spend a penny or two to buy some ice cubes to get rid of the heat.
Jiang Li was dissatisfied with Zhao Lanxiang's arrogant attitude. She glared at Zhao Lanxiang. The temptation of the delicious meat buns made her succumb. She stomped and turned to buy ice cubes.
Tang Qing outside the door came out and asked, "Is the ice cube? I just buy it."
Zhao Lanxiang nodded and walked to the firehouse carrying the pork.
Fortunately, during these three days of vacation, Zhao Lanxiang thought about making something delicious. The stove had been simmering the old broth all night long, which was just right for making soup dumplings. The soup is rich in juice, and the thin, tender and chewy layer of skin is wrapped in a thick soup, and a bite of juice flows. The rich layered taste can be much better than simply eating meat buns. The trick of pure soup filling is in the clear and mellow soup, which makes people think of the other after eating one.
It is suitable for morning tea.
After Zhao Lanxiang rubbed the noodles well, Tang Qing's ice cubes were bought back.
She made pig jelly soup with pig skin and tube bone old broth, and cooled it with ice cubes, and the soup jelly gradually solidified into an agar-like solid.
Zhao Lanxiang, who kneads the dough, used raw starch, rubbed 18 folds of bun skin, wrapped the minced meat and jelly together. The fire is violently steamed, and the solid jelly gradually melts into a delicious soup. A thin layer of bun skin gradually becomes translucent under the steaming of the mist, and the noodles steamed from raw starch will become transparent.
Soon a hot basket of crystal soup dumplings will be ready. Bean pork filling, corn pork filling, mushroom pork filling, three-color soup dumplings are outlined under the crystal skin, just like curd and jade. Small, every fold is lovely and attractive.
Jiang Li squatted beside the stove head, her eyes sparkling and her saliva flooded.
She was so reluctant to start with such a beautiful bun.
Tang Qing took the initiative to load a plate of soup dumplings. Before sitting down, he couldn't wait to put a tuck into his mouth. Before he could taste the taste, his tongue was burnt.
He breathed in breathing, his teeth bit a little bit of the skin, and suddenly the juice was overflowing, and his mouth was full. The thin dough is sticky and sticky, the meat filling is fat but not greasy, the flavor is thick and delicious, and the soup is so hot that it can't help but roar. With.
After eating a soup dumpling, Tang Qing gulped and started to bite the second one. He said vaguely and excitedly: "It's delicious!"
"I've never eaten such a special bun."
It wasn't until the fourth one was eaten that Tang Qing's hungry stomach and greedy tongue were comforted. He was willing to slow down and began to taste the soup dumplings of each filling slowly.
"Comrade Zhao, your bun making skills are definitely this."
He gave a thumbs-up thumbs up, and Tang Qing’s mother cooked deliciously. When he went to the countryside, he often remembered his mother’s dishes. But since he ate what Zhao Lanxiang did, he thought more about Zhao Lanxiang's noodle soup and steamed buns.
Maybe...after his bicycle transfer is successful, there will be more food worthy of him.
After Jiang Li had eaten eight soup bags, her stomach was round and round, and she packed the remaining buns with a cloth bag.
Zhao Lanxiang said deeply: "Remember what I said."
Jiang Li waved her hand, "Come on, don't need you to remind me, am I like the kind of person who will pay the bill?"
Zhao Lanxiang sent the two outside the door. After Jiang Li left, Tang Qing stayed.
He said, "Do you want another bike?"
"Bicycles are not really necessary for me..."
He coughed a little and continued: "But if I want to transfer the bike, I just want to transfer it to you. You gave me the idea to sell the bike."
Zhao Lanxiang did not hesitate to take out the money to buy a bicycle and handed it to Tang Qing, she said: "Of course it is, but I don't have enough industrial vouchers. If you want to come to dinner this month, let me know in advance Okay. Is that okay?"
This... of course did very well, just in the middle of Tang Qing's arms.
He happily pushed his bicycle over and put it in the bullpen of the He family.
Zhao Lanxiang wrapped three pieces of kidney bean cake in oil paper and handed it to him, "Thank you for your bicycle. This is what I just made this morning. You can try it."