Reborn in the red age

Chapter 42: The clean girl turned into a dirty girl
"I said Qingfeng Li, Uncle Li, you are so busy every day, can you help make meals for the four of us when you come back from work these two days?"

After returning from work that day, Li Qingfeng was lying on the recliner he had commissioned Old Man Wang to make for him, enjoying the sunset leisurely. Ma Wenhui, who was boiling water for cooking, couldn't help but shout at Li Qingfeng.

Hearing Ma Wenhui shouting in the kitchen, Li Qingfeng sat up from the recliner, picked up the enamel jar on the table, took a sip of the herbal tea he had brewed at noon, spit out the stem of tea leaves in his mouth, and then lay back down again. He said slowly: "I'm kidding, I don't know how to cook. Besides, cooking is all your women's work. Didn't we agree that fetching water and chopping firewood belongs to Wang Weimin and me, and boiling water and cooking belongs to you and Hu Jiabao?"

Life in the countryside is good, that is, I live in a small courtyard for educated youth. With so many people watching, it is not convenient to eat meat in front of everyone. Otherwise, it is still a good life to be an educated youth in the countryside.

Ma Wenhui, who was boiling water for cooking, was filled with hatred when she saw Qingfeng Li's old man style. She immediately put the kitchen knife on the chopping board, pulled Hu Jiabao who was blowing the bellows, and walked angrily to Qingfeng Li's recliner. .

He kicked Qingfeng Li's shoe hard and pulled Hu Jiabao's hand out to show Qingfeng Li: "Let me see how rotten your Jiabao's hands are. Why is it so hard for you to help cook a meal?" Woolen cloth"

Qingfeng Li opened his eyes and took a look. The first thing that caught his eye was the black mud between his nails. Recalling when he first saw Hu Jiabao on the train, Qingfeng Li praised Hu Jiabao as the most beautiful person he had ever seen. A clean girl has clean fingers between her fingers, not even a trace of dust. She has only been in the countryside for about ten days. She loves cleanliness so much, and now she is not even in the mood to clean the dirt on her own hands.

Secondly, there are small scratches everywhere on Hu Jiabao's hands. The skin has been worn away from where he often pulled weeds. His delicate white hands were badly damaged. Ma Wenhui's hands were not much better either. A miserable look.

Perhaps because he noticed the black mud between the nails in his hands, Hu Jiabao's face suddenly turned red with shame. He quickly broke away from Ma Wenhui's hand, hid his own hands behind his back, lowered his head and looked at his feet with a red face. .

"Oh, how pitiful. Why don't you get some gloves to wear when you go to the ground? It would be much better to have gloves." After seeing these hands, Qingfeng Li couldn't help but shook his head and gave them some advice.

"Don't be ridiculous. You think we don't want to. If there is wool in our hands, I will burn the midnight oil to knit it. Isn't that okay?" Speaking of this, Ma Wenhui also looked depressed, preparing to go to the countryside. Still not enough, I didn’t even buy some wool and bring it over.

Qingfeng Li thought for a while and found that there seemed to be a few pairs of cotton gloves issued to workers by the cannery factory in his space. He asked them to wait outside. Qingfeng Li returned to the house and pretended to rummage through his luggage. I found two pairs of cotton gloves from the space.

"Here, take these two pairs of gloves and use them as if my brother is supporting you in your work in the fields." With that, Qingfeng Li handed over the two pairs of gloves.

When the two girls saw the gloves, their eyes immediately lit up. They didn't care what Qingfeng Li called them, they snatched the gloves from Qingfeng Li's hands and put them on their hands happily.

Wang Weimin, who was letting himself go aside, saw that Qingfeng Li had gloves in his hand, and quickly came over: "Brother, you are my brother, do you still have the gloves? Get me a set too, my hands are peeling too." "

"I only have two pairs. I just stuffed them in before I came here. What kind of gloves do you, a grown man, wear? It will be better after your hands are broken a few times and the calluses grow." It's not that I won't give them, it's really gone. , only these two pairs were picked up when I first picked up cans on the black market.

When Wang Weimin heard that there were only two pairs of gloves, he sighed deeply. After giving Li Qingfeng a resentful look, he lay down on the mat again to relax.

"Qingfeng Li, I don't have woolen stamps or anything like that in my hand. Can I exchange them with you for food stamps?"

Neither girl likes to take advantage. After being happy for a while, they quickly offered to exchange food stamps for the gloves.Food stamps are very expensive nowadays, and gloves are not worth much. Qingfeng Li is too embarrassed to accept food stamps from others. Besides, he has eaten several pieces of candy from Hu Jiabao, and he waved his hand casually, symbolically. I received two cents.

The hands of the two girls were like this. Li Qingfeng was too embarrassed to let the girl continue cooking. He kicked Wang Weimin who was lying on the ground and asked him to go to the ground to grab more vegetables such as chicken feathers. He would prepare them for him in the evening. Everyone showed their hands.

"Didn't you grab some vegetables just now? Why are you asking me to grab vegetables?" Wang Weimin turned over after working for a day, feeling somewhat reluctant to go to the vegetable garden to grab vegetables.

"I'm going to make some canned stew tonight. If you don't want to eat it, just keep standing on the ground."

"What? Canned food? I'll go right away, go right away"

When Wang Weimin heard the word "can", he stood up from the ground while lying on the ground. He didn't even bother to put on his shoes, and ran towards the vegetable garden barefoot.

When other people in the courtyard heard the word canned food, they also looked sideways. The old educated youths looked at Qingfeng Li and the others with envy.

After the last commotion, the old and new educated youth agreed to eat stir-fried vegetables together. Now the two groups eat their own food without interfering with each other. If Qingfeng Li wants to eat canned food, he will naturally follow the old educated youth. It doesn't matter.

Among them, the two women Zhao Haixia glared at Sun Guoqing fiercely.

Taking out a can of braised pork from the house, Li Qingfeng directed Wang Weimin to cook porridge, steam pancakes, and cut vegetables.

When it was time to cook, he straightened his collar, stood at the chef's position vacated by Wang Weimin, weighed the iron pot and shovel like a god of food, and started cooking.

It is said to be stir-fry, but the little oil in the Zhiqing Xiaoyuan is not enough to stir-fry one pot of vegetables. In fact, it is just stew. Pour the pork from the can and half of the soup into the pot, and then add various chopped green vegetables. Add water and simmer all over.

As for the half-tank of juice left in the can, it was given to Zhao Haixia and the others who were looking at them eagerly. After all, they all lived in the same courtyard. No matter how much meat they ate, they had to let others taste the meat, right?

When the random stew was served on the table, Hu Jiabao and the three of them were a little embarrassed. They only ate vegetables and no meat. After Li Qingfeng thought for a while, he told them that he did not eat fat meat and asked them to keep the lean meat for himself. Then I took off my chopsticks and started eating the meat.

The few old educated youths on the other side of the table were so jealous that they almost cried out as they watched Qingfeng Li and the four of them eating meat.

(Thanks to the Southern Mountain God reader for the tip and support. Qingfeng Li invited the reader to eat pork)
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