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Chapter 603 Chapter 602 A handsome man and a beautiful woman, a perfect couple

Although Jingying and Fengzhen are in the first grade of junior high school, they are still little girls after all.

Seeing that his younger brothers and sisters were having fun, he asked Zhang Guifang for a candle and ran out to the yard to play with a lantern.

Tang Zhitong took Xiao Wang to the side room, stuffed a few bamboo shoots into the stove, and asked, "Do you know anything about music? Can you read music?"

"You understand a little. What? You want to learn?" Student Wang tilted his head and asked with a smile.

"No, didn't I go to your company to watch a movie yesterday? After the movie, a melody stayed in my mind and I couldn't get it out of my head. I wanted to see if you could write it down." Upon hearing that Xiao Wang was going to a class reunion, Tang Zhitong immediately found a pen and paper, put them on the desk, made a gesture of invitation, and asked her to start working.

"You can compose music?" Classmate Xiao Wang was quite surprised and a little suspicious. The reason for that was because her husband was very outstanding and always surprised her. As for music, she knew the level of non-key schools. Singing was barely acceptable, but writing songs was a bit outrageous.

"How can I compose music? It's just that the movie was so great that I was inspired by it. I don't know how to read music, so I asked you to compose the music." Tang Zhitong saw that Xiao Wang had already taken off the pen cap, cleared his throat, and sang in the rough voice of an adult:
I found a penny on the roadside
Hand it over to the police.

Uncle holding money

Nod your head to me

I said happily

Goodbye Uncle
……

Student Xiao Wang was a little bit careless at the beginning, but the more he listened, the more he felt that the song had a kind of magic and was catchy.

Tang Zhitong sang "One Cent" over and over again three times. Xiao Wang carefully wrote it down once, filled in the lyrics, and then hummed it according to the score, making changes as he hummed.

Tang Zhitong didn't bother them. He had poor pitch, and the fact that he could sing "One Cent" was thanks to the song's popularity and the fact that KTV was once very popular.

Tang Zhitong poured a glass of water for Xiao Wang and drank a glass himself, then waited quietly for Xiao Wang to finish his work.

When he was in the dance academy, all dancers had to learn music theory. Xiao Wang knew how to read music scores, but this was his first time writing music independently, so he stumbled a little.

Tang Zhitong sat on one side, with his elbows on the desk, his head supported by his hands, looking at his classmate Xiao Wang who was working at his desk under the lamp.

On this quiet night, the soft desk lamp casts a golden glow, quietly falling on Xiao Wang's face.

Xiao Wang's eyes are focused and deep. His fingers sometimes wave lightly in the air, as if conducting the band; sometimes they tap lightly on the table, as if keeping beats; sometimes they brush lightly across the music score, as if he were treating his own child gently.

Her figure looked particularly soft under the light of the desk lamp, like an exquisite silhouette, her hair gently draped on both sides of her cheeks, swaying gently with her slight movements, adding a bit of charming charm.

At this moment, Xiao Wang is like an artist immersed in the world of creation, devoting herself wholeheartedly to the work of creating a brilliant chapter with her husband.

This warm atmosphere made Tang Zhitong unable to make any noise, for fear of destroying this tranquility and beauty.

After a long while, Xiao Wang finally stopped writing, held the music score in his hand, stood up excitedly and said to Tang Zhitong: "It's really a good and positive song. I think it's especially suitable for children to sing. It has great educational significance!"

"Well, if you think it's good, submit an article. The royalties will be your pocket money." Tang Zhitong also stood up, walked to Xiao Wang, touched his delicate face, and couldn't help but move closer...

"I'll sing it for you and listen to see if there's anything wrong." After a long time, their lips parted, and Xiao Wang's pink lips looked even more alluring.

"Okay, you sing." Tang Zhitong sat back in the chair and bent down. The drug was a bit strong and his second brother was very drunk.

When Xiao Wang saw her husband like this, she first covered her mouth and threw two pounds of spinach, then she calmed down and sang "One Cent" again.

"Good, good, that's good enough. It would be great if there was an instrument to accompany it, but unfortunately I don't know how to play any instrument." As for musical instruments, Tang Zhitong could only whistle. If the tofu-selling bangzi can be considered a musical instrument, then he could also play the second one, but he didn't know anything else.

"Then I'll copy it again." After getting her husband's approval, Xiao Wang tore the manuscript off the letter paper, then bent over the table and began to write seriously.

"Sister, brother-in-law." At this time, Jingying knocked on the door.

"What's wrong?" Tang Zhitong stood up, opened the door for his sister-in-law, and stepped aside to let her in.

"Emm... I have discussed with Fengzhen that I will share a bed with her today. I'll come over to get the quilt." Jingying's face was red, and it was hard to tell whether it was because she was shy or because she was cold from playing in the yard.

"Is it okay? The bed isn't big." Tang Zhitong didn't agree. What's wrong with a sister touching her sister? They're both of the same sex, so they shouldn't be so shy, right?

"Okay, I can sleep well." Jingying lowered her head and trotted over to pick up the quilt.

"Okay, don't force it. If you don't sleep well tonight, move in tomorrow." The quilt was folded in the morning. Jingying picked it up and walked to the door. Tang Zhitong opened the door for her and held up the door curtain.

Student Xiao Wang felt guilty and didn't say a word the whole time.

Jingmin, who was outside, witnessed the whole process of his second sister's operation. After a while, he ran into the room and announced to Tang Zhitong unilaterally: "Brother-in-law, I want to sleep alone tonight!"

"Can you do it on your own?" Tang Zhitong looked his brother-in-law up and down, and finally his eyes fell on his stomach. What he ate tonight was okay, but not as much as yesterday.

"As a real man, I always sleep alone! I just ate a little too much yesterday and I'm fine today. I didn't sleep well at night even though I shared a bed with you yesterday." Jingmin said, and without waiting for Tang Zhitong to reply, he waved his hand and left.

Tang Zhitong didn't believe his nonsense. He slept soundly last night and didn't even open his eyes all night. However, this did not affect Tang Zhitong's promise to Jingmin to sleep alone.

"Hey, your brother and sister are quite sensible." Tang Zhitong closed the door and said to Xiao Wang with a sly smile.

"Go away, he must be up to no good." Student Xiao Wang is almost becoming a spinach wholesaler. This time she gave her husband two kilograms of spinach, but in her heart she thought that her brother had hit the jackpot. Otherwise, should she put the beating on the bill first?
"Wash your feet later. I'll go make the bed for Jingmin." Tang Zhitong boiled a pot of hot water and went out.

Zhang Guifang supported Jingmin's decision to sleep alone. This was a thoughtful act to promote her role as a grandmother! She looked at her little relative with more satisfaction. She had already made the bed before Tang Zhitong could even start.

When Tang Zhitong was driven out of the main house by his mother and returned to the side room, Xiao Wang had already written the music score.

Seeing her husband coming in, Xiao Wang handed over the neatly written manuscript paper: "Take a look, help check if there are any mistakes."

When Tang Zhitong took the manuscript, the first thing that caught his eye was the signature: Lyrics: Tang Zhitong; Music: Tang Zhitong and Wang Jingwen.

"Didn't I say I would give you the money? Why do you put my name on it?" "The royalties should be given to me, so your name should be put on the credit. There is no conflict. Take a look." Classmate Xiao Wang urged, saying that it would be great to put two names on it, indicating that it was a joint creation by two people, just to let others know that they have a perfect match.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong didn't force it. Just sign it. It's not a bad thing anyway.

Some people like to use pen names or aliases, but Tang Zhitong thinks that this song does not need to go through all that trouble. No matter what era it is released in, the correctness of this song is unquestionable. There is no need to worry about causing trouble. Maybe it can even be used as a shield in the future.

"The lyrics are correct." Tang Zhitong hummed the lyrics. He couldn't understand the tune, but the lyrics were deeply engraved in his mind.

"Okay, then I'll ask where to go later. Let's wash first." Xiao Wang took out an enamel basin from under the bed. There was not only one for washing feet, but also one specifically for cleaning. It's cold now and it's not convenient to take a shower, but key parts still need to be cleaned before key activities.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragons dance all night. The east wind blows thousands of flowers at night, and blows down stars like rain...

On January 1, the third day of the first lunar month, Tang Zhitong got up early, emptied the urine pot, brushed his teeth and washed his face, and began to make shrimp oil noodles.

The noodles are freshly rolled by Zhang Guifang, and are standard mother-brand hand-rolled noodles.

In order to make the noodles chewy, Zhang Guifang beat six eggs into the flour for the first time.

Good noodles go well with good sauce. People in Beijing have the habit of eating noodles with soybean sauce, but vegetables are hard to find at this time of year, so using shrimp oil as a topping does not detract from the noodles.

Shrimp oil is not difficult to make. Add vegetable oil to the pan and fry the spices on low heat.

If you have enough seasoning, you can add more, such as ginger slices, scallions, bay leaves, star anise, peppercorns, and fennel. You can also keep it simple with just ginger slices and scallions.

Tang Zhitong did not use the spices at home, but secretly added some spices and oil into the noodles while Zhang Guifang was busy rolling the noodles.

After the oil is hot, add the shrimp heads, shrimp shells and fine salt directly, and continue to stir-fry over low heat.

During the frying process, press the shrimp head with a spatula from time to time to allow the shrimp paste to better blend into the oil.

When the oil turns dark red and the shrimp shells become shrunken, you can turn off the heat.

After the noodles were ready, Tang Zhitong poured shrimp oil on each portion and also put in a lot of shrimp heads and shells.

Although there is not much meat in shrimp heads and shells, they become crispy after stir-frying over low heat. Even if they are not used to mix with noodles, they are great as a side dish for wine.

"Brother-in-law, it's delicious!" Jingmin was conquered after just one bite, and only took the time to praise Tang Zhitong's cooking skills after he finished the whole bowl.

"Just tell me if you want to eat it next time and I'll make it for you again." Tang Zhitong was also very satisfied with the shrimp oil. Although this was his first time eating it, it was so delicious after one bite that he wanted to bite off his tongue.

MSG is hard to buy, and shrimp oil is simply the killer of umami flavor. The whole family was concentrating on eating noodles, and no one was even willing to put down their chopsticks to praise the chef.

"We fed the chickens with the shrimp heads last time. If I had known they were so delicious, I would have kept them." Zhang Guifang said, with praise and a hint of complaint in her words.

"I didn't know this method at that time. It's not a waste to feed the chickens. They lay eggs for us to eat." Tang Zhitong comforted Zhang Guifang.

"Jingying, Jingmin, are you two full? If not, I'll make some more." Zhang Guifang ignored her son and turned to care about her two little relatives.

In fact, we made a lot of noodles this morning, but no one expected that shrimp oil would go so well with rice, which made it seem like not much noodles were made.

"Auntie, I'm full. The food you and brother-in-law cooked is so delicious. Jingmin and I have eaten more these two days than at home." Jingying hurriedly stopped her.

"Yeah, that's right, it's so delicious!" Jingmin held the bowl and licked the shrimp oil on it in circles, looking like he was still unsatisfied.

"If you like it, come often." Zhang Guifang's eyes wrinkled with smile after hearing the compliment.

"Come on, stop licking. I'll serve you some noodle soup. Drink it up." Tang Zhitong looked at his brother-in-law's dirty appearance. His chin and nose were covered with shrimp oil. What a waste!
The meal was a great success. After Wang packed up, he planned to go to Chunshu Hutong to tell his mother about Wang Bo's situation. Tang Zhitong also put on his hat and prepared to go to the government office to work.

Today the deliveryman finally arrived at the escort department and delivered not only the newspaper, but also a letter from Fang Yuan.

Tang Zhitong was reading a newspaper in his office, and Fang Yuan came in with a letter: "Anzi, your trip to Wuhan has been decided."

"That's pretty fast. I thought I'd have to wait two days. Brother Yuan, sit down." Without any outsiders present, both of them were very relaxed. Tang Zhitong stood up and poured Fang Yuan a cup of boiled water made from Yuquan Mountain spring water. No need for tea, because the little tea at home had to be given to Xiao Wang.

"We'll leave on the eighth day of the first lunar month, and the round trip will take about ten days. The tickets will be arranged by the ministry. You'll need to start with some national food coupons. There's a certificate from the ministry in the letter, which is more useful than the stamp from our office." Fang Yuan placed the envelope on Tang Zhitong's desk.

"Okay, let's go to the grain store later." Tang Zhitong agreed readily. As time went by, the national grain coupon system became more and more strict.

"Don't look back. Let's do it today and leave early. It's better to do it sooner rather than later." Fang Yuan took the initiative to give Tang Zhitong a day off.

"Okay." Tang Zhitong nodded in agreement to Fang Yuan's kindness. This matter really could not be taken lightly. Although the space was ready, this time it was not only himself who would be going out, but also comrades from the department. Food and accommodation would definitely be arranged by the locals, and many things would be difficult to handle.

"You don't need a ticket to eat on the train now. Although the price is a bit higher, there are not many such opportunities. You should make your own adjustments." Fang Yuan suggested.

"Okay, I understand, Brother Yuan." Tang Zhitong nodded heavily.

In fact, not only do meals on trains not require tickets, but meals on ships and airplanes also do not require tickets.

During the difficult period, someone proposed to print special food coupons for passengers traveling by train, ship, and airplane. It was estimated that this could save 7500 million kilograms of food a year, but this proposal was rejected.

Since it was Tang Zhitong's first business trip, and he was traveling with his colleagues in the department, Fang Yuan was a little worried and gave him a lot of detailed instructions from every angle.

After Fang Yuan left, Tang Zhitong opened the envelope, which contained a letter of certification and a letter of recruitment.

It proved that Tang Zhitong was on a business trip to Wuhan, and specified how many days it would take, asking the grain store to cooperate. There was a big red seal from the ministry at the end of the letter.

The requisition letter was sent by the Ministry to the Municipal Bureau, which then forwarded it to Fang Yuan, stating the time and place of the gathering.

(End of this chapter)