"It's okay. It's okay."

Even if there is something wrong, you cannot say it. It concerns the dignity of men.

"By the way, Uncle, you're taking the train, right? I fried some spiced meat and peanuts for you, bought some sausages and steamed buns, and boiled a dozen eggs. Try to finish these things in the first few days. After you finish, take a look at what else is on the train, but don't starve yourself."

"You prepared so many delicious dishes? Let me take a look."

When He Zhengbin heard about fried meat, his saliva started to secrete.

This year, his father was busy, and he was busy too, and neither of them sat down to have a good reunion, let alone a reunion dinner, so he had one less chance to eat meat.

This spiced meat...

It should be delicious, right?

When he entered the kitchen, He Zhengbin saw the greasy, colorful and fragrant pork belly placed on the curtain, which was dripping with oil. He tore off a piece without hesitation and put it into his mouth.

"Hiss, delicious, delicious, this is really delicious."

"Oh, sir, how can it not be delicious? It's fried in such a big pot."

Aunt Qian looked at the pot of oil with distress, her heart aching.

"So much oil? Do we have enough oil at home?"

"Enough, enough. The girl went out yesterday and brought back a lot."

They both knew clearly that this amount of oil was not bought from the supply and marketing cooperative, as the supply and marketing cooperative had purchase limits on oil. Even if they found ten or so people to help buy it, they would not be able to buy such a large barrel.

This oil can only be bought from the black market.

Thinking of this, He Zhengbin looked at Ming Leyao with some concern, with emotion and worry in his eyes.

"Le Yao, you have to be careful in that place. There are all kinds of people there. You are a girl, if you get hurt, you should come back and complain, don't bear it by yourself."

"ah?"

Ming Leyao didn't understand what he meant at first, but then she came to her senses and thought, did they think they were going to the black market?

Yes, that’s the only way to explain it.

"Don't worry, Uncle. I will definitely not let myself be wronged."

"That's good, that's good, when are we going to have dinner? I can't wait."

"Sir, it will be ready soon. There is one more dish. We will eat when it is ready."

Aunt Qian happily started cooking. Ming Leyao picked up a small piece of spiced meat and put it on the plate. She also took three steamed buns, packed some other dishes and took them to Fu Wencheng's room.

"Get up and eat."

"What's this?"

"This is my homemade fried meat, but you can only eat a little bit. You still have wounds on your body. Eating oily food is not good for the wounds."

"Okay, then I'll have a bite."

At first, Fu Wencheng didn't care. He had meat for every meal during this period, so he didn't lack it. Therefore, he was not like other people who couldn't walk when they saw meat.

After tasting it...

"Wife...can I eat more?"

Ming Leyao "......"

The instructions I just gave were ultimately in vain???

After lunch, He Zhengbin went back to the army to get the transfer procedures. Ming Leyao was a little sleepy, so she nestled in Fu Wencheng's arms, and the couple slept together.

Both of them slept soundly. The coal stove in the room was burning brightly, making the room warm. Ming Leyao was reluctant to get up when she woke up.

"If you don't want to get up, just lie down for a while."

She raised her hand and looked at the time. It was already past four o'clock. The old man should be back in a while. She also said that she would prepare more dishes tonight as a farewell to He Zhengbin.

"I'll cook you a few of your favorite dishes tonight, just lie here obediently."

When Fu Wencheng heard this, he was not happy, but sad instead.

"What's wrong?"

"Wife, I married you so that you could live a good life. I didn't expect that my injury would cause you to be so busy running around like a top. Look how tired you are. You fell asleep as soon as you fell down just now. Now you don't want to get up, but you have to force yourself to get up."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Being tired depends on the situation. Although I don't want you to get hurt, I am still very happy to take care of you. We are husband and wife, aren't we?"

"Yes, we are husband and wife."

Fu Wencheng held her in his arms, rested his chin on her head, and swore secretly.

In the future, I should be better to my wife, better and better, until she has no time to think about anything else except me. Can the two of us then live together until old age?

People must not be idle, because if they are idle, they will easily have random thoughts.

Fu Wencheng never knew that one day he would become unconfident about his feelings and worried about gains and losses...

The young couple was affectionate for a while, then Ming Leyao got up, put on her cotton jacket, and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner with Aunt Qian.

At six o'clock, Mr. He and his son He Zhengbin returned to the yard on time.

"Oh, this smells so good? What delicious food did Le Yao make today?"

He Zhengbin thought of the spiced pork he had at noon and subconsciously swallowed his saliva again.

"What's wrong with you? Is your throat sore?"

“.......”

My dear father, no doubt my dear father.

"Just wait and eat. Anyway, Le Yao cooks, and everything is delicious."

"Now that you mention it... it seems to be true. What do you think those people in the Ming family's old house are thinking? They treat such a good girl badly and push her away. Tsk tsk tsk, have you ever been shot in the head?"

"If she hadn't left the Ming family, do you think you could still pick up the bargain?"

“........”

My own son, absolutely my own son.

The ability of this father and son to argue with each other is really getting better and better.

Ming Leyao was busy preparing dinner and just as she was walking out of the kitchen, she wanted to see if the father and son had returned. She saw the two of them looking at each other with disgust, and she couldn't help but laugh.

Thinking back to the time when the old man wanted to go with his second uncle because his life or death was unknown, he tortured himself to the point of being on his last breath, and it was she who managed to save him.

Looking at now..

Tsk tsk tsk, if you don’t know, you would think that these father and son are enemies.

"Grandpa, Uncle, it's time to eat."

"Hey, Le Yao, you've worked so hard. Look how red your face has become from the smoke. Come over here after you wash your hands."

"good."

Aunt Qian then brought the dishes to the table. There was also a coal stove lit in the dining room, so the room was warm and the dishes didn't get cold so quickly.

Ming Leyao returned to the house and helped Fu Wencheng sit inside, then placed a bowl of chicken soup in front of him.

"Take a sip first to get rid of the cold."

"Wife, I've only walked a few steps. I'm fine."

Fu Wencheng said with amusement, is his wife treating him like porcelain now?

Will it break if touched? ?

"It's better to be careful. Just drink if you are asked to. There are still a few dishes. I will bring them over."

"Okay, okay, whatever my wife says is fine. I'll drink it."

After all, it's good for himself, so Fu Wencheng naturally didn't insist. He drank the hot chicken soup in small sips. It's amazing that after drinking it, his whole body felt warm.