Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 320
When Zhang Qiaoan came out of the Red Sleeve Shop in Wheatstraw Lane, he felt a little heavy on his shoulders and felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

Today I don't know who started it, talking about the Nineteenth Niang of the Fan family... It makes people sad to hear it, but they have a good relationship. Zhang Qiaoan is not a stubborn person. Even if it sounds uncomfortable, he just drinks in silence. He didn't refute, but when he left the restaurant after drinking, when the cold wind blew, he felt his throat was congested, and his soreness surged upwards.

In fact, his classmates didn't mean anything malicious, they just didn't care.

In their eyes, Nineteen Niang is just a chat after dinner, and everyone talks about it, it's just a joke to pass the time.

But that is a real person, and he is gentle and pleasant, with a kind heart.

Zhang Qiaoan met Nineteen Niangs, they were all in the capital, and the Fan family was also a big family. To be honest, everyone could be regarded as childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts.

During the Shangyuan Festival last year, Zhang Qiaoan also met Nineteen Niang. On that day, she fell in love with a lantern, and stood under the light of Fanlou, holding her eyebrows and contemplating. Under the light, Nineteen Niang had gentle eyebrows and a beautiful smile. At that moment, Zhang Qiaoan felt that the nagging of father and mother urging him to get married early was not too annoying.

If the future wife is also such a little lady with a gentle and beautiful smile, what's wrong with him singing harmoniously with her, raising his eyebrows in equal cases, and having children?
A few of my friends thought that it was boring to teach all the little ladies in the same model, but Zhang Qiaoan liked Nineteen Niang's upbringing and manners.

She is very cute.

Nineteen Niang died, but these idlers took it as a joke, talking about her death with a smile, even regretting it, it seemed so frivolous, and what was even more frightening was that Zhang Qiaoan was also one of these joking people.

Feeling drunk, Zhang Qiaoan felt empty in his heart for a moment, and felt uncomfortable all over his body. He didn't want to go home, and he didn't want to go to his so-called friends. He was hesitating when he heard a series of laughter coming from the front.

"Really or not, when it comes to Cuju, Little Brother Yi's skills are pretty good, he really beat a little lady to the ground."

"Not only did he get down on the ground, but he insisted on marrying a young lady. He didn't participate in the Cuju competition these days, and ran to his mother-in-law's natal house all day to chop firewood and carry water to show his hospitality, and he made his parents propose marriage for him."

"I think this matter may really work out. If that little lady didn't value Little Brother B, she wouldn't have to compete with him."

There was a sense of relaxation and comfort in those voices. Accompanied by the words, there were also the clinking of cups and plates, and the wonderful squeak. Zhang Qiaoan took a light breath, only to feel a strong fragrance in the air.

It seemed to be the aroma of barbecue, but this aroma was much stronger and more alluring than the barbecue he had eaten when he went to the hunting ground.

Zhang Qiaoan felt a little hungry for a while.

In fact, he has not felt hungry for a long time. He doesn't want to eat at home, and he doesn't want to eat when he goes out to meet friends.

At this time, looking at the white smoke floating not far away, and smelling the smell of oily smoke, he actually wanted to eat it, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

As soon as Zhang Qiaoan had a flash of thought, he walked towards the direction of the fragrance, and the two servants who followed him hurriedly followed. After a while, the three master and servant saw the snack stall by the road.

"is her?"

Zhang Qiaoan paused, unconsciously feeling a little uncomfortable, raised his sleeve to cover his face, but quickly put it down, and coughed lightly.

In the bunting room, beside the simple, even crude, long oven, stood a young woman, who was the troublesome person of the Li family.

He had seen this man twice in total.

The first time he saw her was outside the city. He saw her riding on his own horse with a beautiful woman in her arms. Her expression was cold and distant, which made him feel like looking up at her.

The second time I saw her, she was sitting next to Mr. Feng Ming, a Confucian teacher in the world, and she didn't look cramped at all.

You know, when Zhang Qiaoan saw Mr. Yun from a distance, he felt a little itchy in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak up.

Although he studied, he did not read well. The two gentlemen who taught him one after another said that no matter how hard they taught him, he would not be able to pass the Jinshi exam. , so that you can't even have a meal.

But because the book was not read well, he respected Mr. Yun a little bit, and it looked good from a distance, but he would feel guilty and short-spirited if he wanted to get close to him.

The little lady in front of him, who is said to be from the countryside outside, stood beside Mr. Yun, but her aura was eight feet high. He even felt that Mr. Yun seemed a little afraid of her. Of course, this must be an illusion within an illusion.

The evening wind was blowing, the colorful flags were swaying, and the flames under the shed were burning meat skewers with an unbelievably rich aroma.Before Zhang Qiaoan regained consciousness, he found himself in a long queue waiting for meat, and followed the crowd to get a number plate from the pretty little girl, and was directed to sit on the bench.

The two servants beside Zhang Qiaoan looked at each other, and couldn't help persuading him in a low voice: "Mr. Lang, this is not clean——"

Before the words were finished, the pretty girl came over with a tray and sent it to the table next to them. There was also a small charcoal stove on the table, and the meat skewers were placed on it, and there were still small oil bubbles, which were half fat. Half-thin, it is gratifying to look at.

The slightly chubby guest couldn't wait to grab a skewer, bit the bottom piece of meat, stroked it down, and swallowed the whole five meat skewers in one bite. It pops open, smooth, tender and delicious.

"Gudu."

The two young servants stopped in unison, and the small pieces of meat were attached to the bamboo sticks. Looking at it under the firelight, the golden oil dripped, with a thud, as if dripping into the heart of a person.

It doesn't matter if grandma's is clean or not!

The speed of grilling the skewers was not slow. Not long after, Zhang Qiaoan's fifty skewers also arrived on the table. He picked up a skewer, hesitated, and put it in his mouth slowly.

Although it smells delicious and seems to be hungry, but Zhang Qiaoan really doesn't want to eat recently, he feels tired of eating anything, and the meat is even more greasy-"Hmm."

It's not greasy at all, just fragrant, and the full meaty fragrance melts on the tip of his tongue, and he instantly feels a little satisfaction rising from the bottom of his heart.

"good to eat."

Zhang Qiaoan ate fifty skewers in one go, and he was satisfied. When he got home, he even packed fifty skewers, and handed them to the kitchen when he entered the house, and let the old Huangtou put them on the stove to warm them up. When the meal.

Today, the Ministry of Rites was busy with some trivial official duties, Zhang Shilang was already a little late when he left the Yamen, and he was in full bloom when he got home.

After a whole day's work, Zhang Shilang was tired and hungry, so he asked someone to fetch water, and after a brief wash, he asked his servant to go to the kitchen to see if there was anything ready to eat.

Not long after, Chang Sui brought a handful of meat skewers, two biscuits and a bowl of porridge, and said with a smile: "Old Huangtou said that there are only biscuits and porridge left today. I'll go and have a look. There is meat."

Zhang Shilang smiled: "This old thing, Lao Huang, must be prepared for himself."

He was not polite, he grabbed it and ate it immediately, his eyes lit up immediately after he took a bite, and he immediately started to eat bitterly.

On the second day, Zhang Qiaoan got up early and hurriedly asked the chef to bring up his kebabs.

He had a dream last night, and he also dreamed of the aroma of the greasy barbecue being bitten open between his teeth, he was really hungry.

After a while—"Lost it?"

Zhang Qiaoan was dumbfounded.

(End of this chapter)