Reborn 1990's Fat Wife Should Be Self-Reliant

Chapter 25

The firewood stove is in the yard, and the smell of meat stewed on a low fire is blown by the wind, almost filling the whole street.

Although the conditions in this year are much better than those in earlier years, there are not many people who can eat meat every meal, and there are even fewer stewed meat at night. Most of them are porridge, steamed buns, vegetables and pickles.

So when the smell of meat came out, many people on the street at home stood there and sniffed.

So fragrant!
Lu Changqing was facing a crystal clear bird's nest, holding a porcelain spoon full of honey in his hand, mechanically stirring in circles.

Delicious in the world, holy food for nourishment.

But Lu Changqing frowned, as if this was not a honey bird's nest at all, but a bowl of bitter medicine.

Looking at the bright white bird's nest, but involuntarily thinking of the bowl of pimple soup at Duan's family last night, Lu Changqing felt more and more unappetizing, so he simply dropped the spoon and stood up.

"Ahem... drink the bird's nest before leaving."

Mr. Lu knew his grandson's temper, so he kept watching from the side.

Lu Changqing sighed helplessly, just as a gust of wind blew in from the street with a strong smell of meat, Lu Changqing, who hadn't had any water or rice for a day, suddenly became noisy in the Wu Zang Temple.

What kind of delicacy is this, it can be so delicious.

Lu Changqing uncontrollably rushed out of the pharmacy following the scent.

"I'm afraid I stewed a pig, it's too delicious!"

"Yeah, is there a new store opened near us? The soy milk in the morning is also so delicious!"

The streets are full of people discussing it, but no one knows where the fragrance comes from.

Lu Changqing couldn't help being a little disappointed. He also smelled the fragrance in the morning, and chased Zhou Huilan to buy a bunch of food at the morning market, but he didn't eat a bite. nausea.

Every time I eat, it's like being tortured.

But last night...

Lu Changqing's stomach was rumbling again, and he couldn't help but smacked his lips.

Looking at the closed door of Duan's house, Lu Changqing suddenly clenched his fists, went back to the house, picked up the medicine oil and left.

Zhou Huilan had just put the noodles into the pot when she heard a knock on the door.

She thought it was an illusion at first, but the knocking sound kept ringing, and she was sure that someone was really knocking at the door.

Granny Duan was alone, with no relatives or friends, who would knock on the door?
Zhou Huilan added a large bowl of cold water to the pot, trotted to open the door, and was stunned when she saw Lu Changqing, who was standing tall and tall outside the door.

Lu Changqing had never been so nervous before. He lowered his head in embarrassment, and he didn't dare to look at Zhou Huilan's face. The palms of his hands holding the medicated oil were sweaty, but fortunately, he spoke neatly: "Grandma Duan's legs , need continuous massage..."

There were a lot of spectators on the street, and when they caught a glimpse of Zhou Huilan, they were all pointing.

Zhou Huilan ignored them, sucked her stomach and stepped aside, "Thank you, Doctor Lu, please come in quickly!"

Hearing this, Lu Changqing's tense shoulders suddenly collapsed, but Zhou Huilan was so focused on tightening her stomach that she didn't pay attention to him at all.

The deep alley at the entrance was very narrow, and the smell of meat became stronger and stronger, but when walking past Zhou Huilan, Lu Changqing smelled a faint fragrance, which was very faint but familiar.

But before Lu Changqing thought about it, the smell of meat became stronger and stronger, completely covering up the fragrance, and Lu Changqing's Wu Zang Temple was also aroused by this fragrance to become more and more noisy.

He was a few steps behind in embarrassment, for fear of being heard by Zhou Huilan.

Fortunately, Zhou Huilan was worried about the noodles in her pot, so she started trotting after taking a few steps, for fear that the pot would overflow.

When Lu Changqing entered the yard, he saw Zhou Huilan putting noodles into a bowl, the steaming heat blurred the woman's round face, Lu Qingshan swallowed unconsciously when he smelled the fragrance.

However, he is such an adult, so he can't open his mouth to ask people for food so clearly.

Lu Changqing swallowed hard to suppress the anxiety, and went straight into Granny Duan's room.

There is an extra Eight Immortals table and four benches in the room.

The chubby little girl was lying on the Eight Immortals table and drawing, while Granny Duan was sitting on the side with a doting smile on her face.

Seeing Lu Changqing coming in, Granny Duan's smile disappeared immediately, "Doctor Lu, why are you here?"

Lu Changqing was a little embarrassed, because of the grievances of the older generation, although he and this Granny Duan lived opposite each other, they hadn't spoken a few words for decades. If it wasn't for his grandfather forcing him to wait for Zhou Huilan on the street last night, It never occurred to him to deal with the withdrawn old woman.

"Let me help you massage your legs, so that you can recover faster." Lu Changqing felt his face burning.

Fortunately, Granny Duan didn't ask any more questions, and sat back on the bed with a cane.

Granny Duan just rolled up her trouser legs, but Zhou Huilan brought up the noodles.

She brought two bowls first, one for her mother-in-law and one for Yaoyao. The noodles can't be put away after they are cooked, they will become lumpy once they are put out, so they can only eat as soon as possible.

But Lu Changqing can't just wait for them to eat, can he?

Zhou Huilan subconsciously became polite, "Doctor Lu, have you eaten yet? Simple food, why don't we have some food here?"

"it is good!"

For a moment, Zhou Huilan seemed to see Lu Changqing licking his mouth.

Is he just here for dinner?
False politeness met honesty, Zhou Huilan agreed to come out of the room, wishing she could give her such a mouthful.

What's the matter!

She finally made up her mind tonight and cooked a bowl of noodles for herself, thinking about running around the yard twice to offset the heat after eating...

But I asked so much, it's gone, it's gone.

In order to make the noodles in the bowl look less, Zhou Huilan only left a chopstick for herself.

When half a bowl of noodles with fried sauce was handed over to Lu Changqing, even Yaoyao noticed something was wrong with her, but Lu Changqing seemed to be invisible, took the noodles and mixed them well, and opened his mouth to take a big bite.

"It's so fragrant!"

You're really welcome.

Zhou Huilan came out of the house angrily, holding the little noodles that couldn't even cover the bottom of the bowl, she really couldn't sit on the table.

Sitting in the kitchen bitterly, he chewed that mouthful of noodles for a hundred times before he swallowed it reluctantly.

Zhou Huilan was still hungry, and the smell of noodles with fried sauce was all around her but she had nothing to eat. In order to suppress the anxiety, Zhou Huilan closed the kitchen door, and flashed to the dead tree.

A bucket of well water spread all over her body along her hands, and the restless feeling disappeared, and Zhou Huilan's mood also calmed down.

She didn't dare to stay longer, and quickly retreated after absorbing the energy of a bucket of water.

As soon as the kitchen door opened, Lu Changqing came over with a bowl.

"Where is the water pipe, let me wash it for you." Lu Changqing was full at the moment, feeling unspeakably comfortable, and felt a little rude, and wanted to make up for it.

"No need, you're not here to help mother-in-law massage her legs, so hurry up and get down to business." Zhou Huilan took the bowl directly, turned around and entered the kitchen, not forgetting to close the door.

For a foodie, those who steal food will be killed without mercy!

For the sake of showing his mother-in-law's legs and not asking for a consultation fee, it is considered that he paid the consultation fee with food!
Although she comforted herself over and over again, Zhou Huilan still had trouble getting over that bowl of fried noodles with sour sauce for several days.

(End of this chapter)