Reborn 1980 rough man's Xiaojiao bun is sweet and soft

Chapter 8 Disgusted
Although those words had no effect on him at all.

But there was still a trace of curiosity in his heart, if she knew, she would probably back off too!
After all, people in the village shy away from my "rough guy" image, so I'm afraid I don't have the cheerful look I have now.

Instead, he avoided it from a distance, and he understood the word "avoid like a snake and scorpion" very thoroughly.

Liang Changzhu said in a strange way, "Wicked people can still have bad people written on their faces, can good people still have good people written on their faces?"

The smile on Song Youzhen's face froze, watching him blink and blink, so is this person's tone so rude?
The words that blocked her to death, and those words brewed in her heart were stillborn before she had time to say them.

Song Youzhen still has such a little ability to judge people, at least she has lived a lifetime.

But after experiencing everything that happened in her previous life, it seems that her vision is not very good, otherwise she would have been fooled for the rest of her life.

When he was in a daze, Liang Changzhu had already stepped away. With the experience from the previous time, Song Youzhen accelerated his pace of catching up.

She was on par with him soon. Of course, it was because her physique had recovered a bit, and she was no longer weak and weak.

"Actually, my physical strength is quite good. It's just that I'm sick, and I'm still recovering, so I'm a little weak. It's not like I'm powerless."

Song Youzhen explained, but it was obvious that the other party didn't like to talk to her.

Looking at him as a cold and tough person, she couldn't imagine that she had a close relationship with him in her previous life.

Hearing what Song Xiaojuan said, the other party came to the door angrily, so it seems that he is not that kind of irresponsible person.

Otherwise, I must be eager to get rid of the relationship, and I won't be in a hurry to get in touch.

In this way, there is definitely no need to question his character, otherwise he would not have asked for help several times, and the other party would not have refused in the slightest.

Liang Changzhu glanced at her, the girl was thin and thin, obviously she looked malnourished.

However, the expression on his face was extraordinarily bright, and he was not overwhelmed by life.

"Why do you ignore me when I talk to you, and look like you want to keep a distance from me?" Song Youzhen was puzzled.

After all, she didn't know Liang Changzhu at all in her previous life, even though she lived in a village.

But after all, one is south and the other is north. If she didn't think that the distance here is short, she would not choose the road with less detours.

Liang Changzhu just had one thought at the moment, maybe this girl is out of her mind!
Everyone else tried their best to put aside the distance, but she was the only one who rushed forward foolishly.

Looking at her smiling face, he couldn't resist ruining her reputation.

Still carrying the things to her back to the entrance of the village, after putting them down, he strode away.

"Hey! Are you trying to be a good person? You've worked so hard to carry it back for me. Where is your home? Otherwise, I'll send you some lo mei cooked by me tonight?"

Song Youzhen asked, and what she got was a glance over, with inquiring eyes.

Then the cold words came out casually: "I'm so thin, I'd better save it for myself to eat!"

After Song Youzhen was despised, doubts appeared in her eyes.

She used to be quite plump anyway, and it wasn't the fault of this poor era, but whoever has food wants to go hungry.

Looking at the person striding away, it seemed as if something was chasing after her, and he really avoided her like a snake.

He glanced at himself helplessly, then sighed.

"Hey!" She was indeed skinny, with only ribs left, and she looked malnourished.

The other party is tall and mighty, and he must have plenty of food, so how could he care about these things of hers.

After all, the sewage is smelly and fishy, ​​and ordinary people, those with decent families, would not even think about eating it.

Resigned to his fate, he picked up the backpack and rested for a while, and now he doesn't feel so tired while carrying it.

It's a big project to get all these things out at home.

Thinking that there was no wine at home, I took the bottle to the small shop at the entrance of the village to buy a bottle, made soy sauce, and bought a packet of salt.

She spent all the tickets for half a year, but not much money.

When I got home, I cleaned up all the sewage, then patted the ginger, poured some salt and wine to marinate it.

Cleaned the cauldron, and planned to blanch the water first. Seeing that the firewood was getting less, it was estimated that it was not enough for her needs.

Bring all the pigs into the room and hide them, just worrying that when she leaves, someone will come in and take the things away.

These, but she has the confidence to bring her family a full meal. If someone steals her sheep, she will vomit to death.

Song Youzhen took a hatchet, two ropes, and a stick with two pointed ends, and walked directly towards the mountain.

The village where they live faces the woods, and there is no shortage of firewood all year round. As long as they are diligent, their homes are basically full of firewood.

But the situation in her family is a bit special. Mother Song and the two children both go to work, so the family affairs are naturally delayed, and even the firewood is used sparingly.

Song Youzhen picked up dry firewood the size of a fist, and straightened two small bundles, the size and weight of which depended on her current physical condition.

The two bundles of firewood weighed fifty or sixty catties, and I was still sweating after picking them home.

Finding no firewood, he took his paws and went to the mountain to grab a pile, cut a bundle of firewood, tied it up firmly, inserted the stick, picked it up and went back.

When I got home, I cut all the firewood and piled it in the corner.After cleaning it up, I made sure that the fire would not slip out, so I lit the fire to boil the water.

All the pigs are blanched in water first, and the fishy smell is turbid inside.

Then put the peeled garlic and dried peppers in a pan and stir-fry them with oil, pour in some bought bean paste, stir-fry red oil, and then stir-fry all the seasonings again.

When the aroma comes out, pour half a bottle of white wine, soy sauce, salt, and then add water.

Put all the pigs into the water, and continue to mix when there is less water, until the water is just below the water.

Then cover the lid and simmer on high heat, and it will be out of the pot after one or two hours of simmering until it tastes good.

In her free time, Song Youzhen scooped up half a bowl of flour, kneaded the dough finely, then rolled it into a rectangle, put it aside to dry, and let it grow old yeast noodles by itself after drying.

So that the next time you knead the dough, it will become yeast with water for the dough that has been raised.

Open the lid and turn over the water inside, and then continue to simmer on high heat.

During this period of time, she was already very familiar with the kitchen. She took out half of the bag of soybeans and cooked them in a pot. After they were cooked, she picked them up and dried them. After drying, she covered them with white paper to let them ferment on their own.

I want to make bean paste by myself, but the seasonings I bought are not as good as the aroma of bean paste, so I still have enough food and clothing by myself.

(End of this chapter)