Chapter 62:

Jiang Li was working hard and enjoying the spicy bullfrog pot deliciously, not paying attention to Zhao Lanxiang's slightly changed face.
She said while eating: "When will you do this next time, leave it to me, I will buy it with you."
After a while, Jiang Li did not get a definite reply from Zhao Lanxiang.
She groaned dissatisfiedly: "Why don't you speak, is it foolish to read my brother's letter?"
Zhao Lanxiang stopped her mouth and shouted that He Songbai came over for a while. She felt a little coolness on her back. She raised her head and looked around. She found that He Songbai was not nearby, and her face was sullen.
Jiang Li was too open-mouthed, so He Songbai heard what was likely to cause misunderstanding, and it was estimated that she would become a bad woman in his heart.
Bo Geer is a tortoise hidden in a tortoise shell, sensitive and inferior. Finally, he boldly poked his head to accept her, liked her, and was willing to work hard for her. If Jiang Jiangjun was smashed by him prematurely, Zhao Lanxiang couldn't explain his ten mouths.
Everything at the moment is gradually getting better in the right direction. Zhao Lanxiang did not want Jiang Jianjun to come in and destroy it at all.
Any possible danger, she wants to be strangled in the cradle.
She thought for a long time, and said seriously: "This is not the case with your brother."
"If you talk like this again, you don't have to come to eat with me again."
Zhao Lanxiang rarely speaks heavily, even when she is the most impatient, her face is soothing and even smiling, but this cold tone makes Jiang Li suddenly stunned.
She was choked by Zhao Lanxiang and said, "You... when I love your business?"
Zhao Lanxiang said authentically: "You better do this."
She quickly issued a guest order: "Hurry back home after eating, the He family is not used to eating at the same table with strangers."
She paused and continued: "If there is something delicious in the future, I will leave it to you. You don't have to come to the door to ask for food."
"It will embarrass me and it will not look good, you know?"
Zhao Lanxiang frowned and said, "Xun Xun Shan Lu".
She couldn't guarantee that Jiang Li's sloppy roughness could remember her words. The best way was to reduce her chances of contacting He Songbai.
Zhao Lanxiang finished sweating for herself after she said that she clearly did not do anything to apologize for the man, but at the moment she had a feeling of guilty conscience.
After listening to the first sentence, Jiang Li couldn't hold her face, but when she heard the second sentence "Leave it for you", she was very happy. Zhao Lanxiang rarely has such a thoughtful time.
She was cheeky while ordering meals, and occasionally emptied, which was uncomfortable.
Jiang Limei said: "Okay, I'm not coming. I'll wait for you."
Jiang Li filled a little frog in a bowl, gave Zhao Lanxiang a meal of fifty cents, and went back with satisfaction.
Zhao Lanxiang quickly collected the letter on the table and shouted that the brothers and sisters of the He family came over for dinner. She brought a bowl of stewed mushrooms and frogs to Grandma's house.
When Sanya was writing big characters, she had already smelled the aroma of Chaifang. The grass paper that was greedy enough to write big characters was stained with her saliva.
"There is no good news, this temptation can't stand it."
"After writing two large letters, I will not be allowed to eat."
She restrained her granddaughter, who was alive and violently, strictly.
On the other side, He Songbai feeds the cows in the cowshed. Hearing the subject's shouting, he quickly finished work and went to dinner.
He set up his chopsticks and happily ate, eating the clear soup stewed by Zhao Lanxiang. The alcohol on his face was slow, and it took a while to drink the first wine at noon, which gradually slowed down. The deep face was all red and the expression was so cute and cute.
He said, "Xiangxiang, you are so pretty."
Zhao Lanxiang felt caught in his hand and gave him a sip, "What kind of wine madness does Sanya wait for?"
He Songbai carelessly said: "It doesn't matter, she is writing big letters!"
"It can't come that fast."
He Songbai smirked, but his hands were no longer irregular.
He ate the food honestly and cherished every grain of rice in the bowl. He looked satisfied and satisfied: "The food you made is really delicious."
"Smart and cultured."
"Gentle and courageous."
"How come my fragrance is so good!"
Zhao Lanxiang was stunned. She didn't know that Dr. He Songbai was still like this.
The old man had a bad stomach and suffered from severe stomach problems. His personal doctor was very nervous and told him not to allow a drop of wine. When talking about business, several assistants beside him kept him out of the wine without dripping. In addition, he was particularly self-controlling. Drunk looks.
She could not help but listen, and grinned.
When a man speaks sweet words, he is also born with an irresistible magic. Zhao Lanxiang was not in a good mood at the moment, and was rushed away by his silly words.
The scrupulousness in front of her made her abandon the future vision.
"Is there any?" She whispered closer to He Songbai's ear and asked with a smile.
At the same time, her eyes were paying close attention to the movement outside the chai house. It was this time when the evening meal was the time when the He family gathered together.
There may be no one to eat at noon, but no matter how busy the evening is, the sisters and siblings of the He family can get together.
But today is a little different. Sister He is at Lijiadong's room at the candlelight night. Granny is inconvenient to come out in the house, even Sanya... the big characters are not finished.
At this moment, Zhao Lanxiang had a kind of unspoken secret unrestrainedness. Hearing the man's so enthusiastic words, she even fluttered a little.
It's rare that this man with a mouth-sucked gourd like this is so coquettish, if he had a strong wine, Zhao Lanxiang thought he had said it deliberately.
He Songbai thought and thought, staring at Zhao Lanxiang with some anguish. Staring stunned, Suddenly fell his head on the table with a thud, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
Zhao Lanxiang's expectation fell short, and she grabbed his ears angrily, hoping to wake him up.
"Really, I can't drink so much wine but I can still succeed."
Zhao Lanxiang removed the rice bowl on his elbow, and heated the hot milk in the stove that still had the remaining temperature in the fire room. The milk was used for sobering up. Drinking so drunk, drinking some milk can also relieve stomach irritation.
After a while, Sanya, who had finished writing big characters, happily got into the log room and squatted by the table for dinner.
She covered her mouth and laughed that her elder brother was drunk and passed out. She was happy to take the frog in the pot as her own, and love how to eat and eat.
Sanya still saw her for the first time when she put meat into the pot and cooked it cooked. The red oil in the pot bubbling bubbly, the fragrance is overflowing, the yellow chicken is covered under the crispy and tender greens, and it tastes smooth and tender. Surprise.
The delicious and spicy taste made her know how to eat the marrow. If Zhao Lanxiang stopped her, Sanya would have to eat her stomach in one breath.
Zhao Lanxiang rubbed her head: "Go to the shower and sleep."
She greeted Sanya to take a bath, took her to chat with her grandmother, and finally returned to the chai room to give milk to He Songbai and give him a sober.
Her cold palms pressed against his hot face, and the drunken man narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Get up, drink some milk and sleep again."
"You are so heavy, I can't move you back to the house to sleep."
He Songbai listened to the soft and energetic voice in his ear, and the voice seemed to fall into the heart nest, ironing warmly. On a very quiet night, the chaifang was only supported by a kerosene lamp, and there was a blur around it, but the woman under the lamp had the beauty of looking at the flowers in the fog, and she smiled shallowly.
In a moment of squinting, his confused thoughts seemed to imagine that the woman in front of him was the scene of his wife.
"You feed me, okay?"
He Songbai mumbled vaguely, opened his eyelids and carefully looked at Zhao Lanxiang with the expected look.
Zhao Lanxiang had no resistance to this kind of whispering pleading. She reluctantly picked up the spoon, lifted his head, and fed milk into his mouth little by little.
The warm milk flowed into He Songbai's mouth and into his burning stomach, which greatly smoothed his stomach. He felt a little soothing comfort, giggling gigglingly.
In this way, he drank a big bowl of water, "No more, I want to sleep."
He Songbai fell asleep after finishing talking.
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Zhao Lanxiang scrapped the power of nine cows and two tigers, and finally brought a man as solid as Taishan back to the house. It was not early. This is for He Songbai, who usually gets up early. He usually goes to bed at eight.
She stared at the surnamed watch in He Songbai's arms, worried that he would not get up at two in the morning to work, and she wiped his face silently.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter if you don't get up tomorrow."
"You are exhausted these days, old buffalo."
He Songbai fell asleep deeply, did not respond to her, and quickly snored.
Zhao Lanxiang returned to his house and unfolded the letters hidden in his arms one by one.
"Lan Xiang: Seeing a letter is like a letter, showing a letter to Shu Yan. I haven't seen you for a long time, and I missed it very much. When the work on my side comes to an end, I will go to you. Hope, Jiang Jianjun."
Seeing this, Zhao Lanxiang pulled out a pen and quickly wrote a letter in reply.
"Comrade Jiang: Seeing the letter as well, Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, I will take a few days off home to visit my parents, and I can talk about it in detail at that time. I hope you don’t deliberately go to the countryside to avoid missing."
She thought she could never contact him again with such a letter, and then she would be entangled endlessly. She was worried and put Bo Geer in danger.
She buckled up the pen cap, threw it into a bamboo pen holder, and walked straight to the bullpen.