Tang Qiyue was not stupid, so she made a choice quickly. It was just sacrificing her ears, which was better than falling asleep and then having to get up and hurry on.
Zhan Zeye looked at the little woman who was nestled obediently in his arms with some disappointment, but he was really sleepy. He just grinded the cartilage on the tip of his ear with his teeth twice in dissatisfaction, and finally gave up the desire to continue exploring and fell asleep with the person in his arms.
The next morning, Tang Qiyue opened her eyes when she heard the crowing of a rooster. She thought that Zhan Zeye would be held in his arms, but she found that he was not in the quilt.
As she put on her clothes with the help of the light from the window, she saw Zhan Zeye pushing the door in.
The box was already placed in the room, and Zhan Zeye was wiping the sweat from his neck with a towel. Seeing that she had gotten up, he turned on the light.
When Tang Qiuyue turned around, she saw Zhan Zeye wearing an old man's shirt. Under the orange light, the sweat on his forehead slowly flowed across his temples, passed through the ends of his eyebrows, and ran down his cheeks until it gathered in the middle of his chin.
It was clearly just a drop of sweat dangling on the chin, but it carried with it endless magic, making people feel anxious when they looked at it.
Tang Qiyue wanted to turn her face away to avoid the temptation of the sweat, but she failed in the end. Until Zhan Zeye shook his neck, the sweat finally dripped onto his chest and disappeared into the old man's shirt.
I let out a breath quietly, suppressing the slight sense of unease in my heart. Before I could sort out my dazed mood, I heard Zhan Zeye say:
"Why don't you sleep a little longer? Dazhuang and the others won't be able to come until after nine o'clock!"
Because Chen Dazhuang and the others still have to go and pick up a few military wives, they won't come too early.
Tang Qiyue pretended to button up her clothes and yawned, "I still have to stuff my things into the box. It's getting late by the time I'm done!"
She rubbed her ears subconsciously and saw that Zhan Zeye was staring at her. Especially after seeing her movements, he suddenly grinned, and the whole person looked a little unnatural.
Tang Qiyue naturally remembered that the tip of her ear was bitten by the dog man in the early morning. She rolled her eyes at him and went out with a basin to get water for washing.
Zhan Zeye was not embarrassed, but helped to open all the boxes. His wound had completely healed today. He came back in the early morning but woke up in a daze. Because he was too excited, he moved the boxes back first, went out for a run, and came back only when he felt that there was nothing wrong with his body.
Leaning against the door frame, watching Tang Qiyue go to wash up in a panic, Zhan Zeye raised the corners of his mouth, narrowed his eyes, and there were rippling waves of love in his eyes.
As a super sensitive person, how could he not notice that something was wrong with Tang Qiyue just now? He just didn't expect that Tang Qiyue didn't look like a lustful person, and was also full of exploration desire in private.
Zhan Zeye didn't watch for a while before he heard the voice of Zhan's mother. She went into the room, took off the old man's shirt and threw it into the washbasin, grabbed the sailor shirt on the bed and put it on, then went out.
Because Zhan Zeye was going back to the army today, when the whole family gathered together for dinner, Zhan's mother's expression was very stiff and her eyes were still red and swollen. It was obvious that she had been crying.
It's rare to see your child once a year, and he's leaving after just three or two days. Any mother would feel sad.
However, Zhan's mother was a strong-willed person and did not show it. She just kept adding porridge to her son's bowl.
Considering that her son was leaving, Zhan's mother did not cook anymore. She just got up early in the morning to make porridge and stir-fry salty beans. She also asked her eldest son to go to the breakfast shop at the corner of the alley to pack some fried dough sticks and baked buns.
This salty bean porridge is not made from rice, but from soy milk obtained by filtering ground beans. The prepared millet paste is then poured into the pot along the edge of the pot. With constant stirring, the soy milk and millet paste are blended to form a semi-solid state.
To make salty beans, you can't just add salt and cook them. You have to choose very small soybeans, making sure they are not too big, otherwise they will sink to the bottom of the porridge and look ugly.
The beans are first boiled in salt water and then slowly dried. Do not use high heat, as they will easily burst and lose their flavor. The outer skin must be kept moist while the inside is dried.
Drinking plain porridge alone has no taste, and eating salty beans alone is nothing special, but when the two are combined, the wonderful flavor blends together and makes people addicted.
Many people can cook white porridge, but few can make it without becoming mushy, and few can fry salty beans to perfection.
In short, every time Zhan Zeye returned home, he would drink the salty bean porridge made by his mother. Zhan's mother naturally would not let her son return to the army with regrets.
It's not that Tang Qiyue hadn't drunk white porridge before, but this was the first time she tasted something so delicious. She also drank two bowls. Seeing this, Zhan's mother was very satisfied. She wanted to teach Tang Qiyue how to make white porridge, but found that there was not enough time. She could only give a few simple instructions and stuffed a jar of salty beans into Tang Qiyue's hands.
"You can learn to make white porridge slowly. I made plenty of salty beans, enough for you to use for a while!"
Perhaps this is the reluctance of being a mother, Tang Qiuyue agreed obediently.
Because she still had to pack the dowry, Zhan's mother didn't pull Tang Qiyue aside to say anything more. Thinking that the dowry was a personal thing, she didn't come close to stare at it. Instead, she asked Zhan Zeye not to go out and to help his wife.
Zhan Chunying and her eldest daughter-in-law were curious and wanted to go over to take a look, but were stopped by Zhan's mother.
When the eldest daughter-in-law got married, she brought a bag with her. Her family didn't prepare any dowry. If she saw it, wouldn't she get conjunctivitis?
As for her youngest daughter, Zhan's mother also understood her very well. If she saw Tang Qiyue's dowry, when it was her turn to get married in the future, she would definitely compare it with others. Any woman would feel disappointed.
Zhan's mother cannot gamble, as it will easily cause unrest in the family.
Fortunately, her words carried weight in her daily life, so her eldest daughter-in-law and youngest daughter did not insist.
Tang Qiyue had already sorted her things, and now she was just stuffing them into the box very quickly. Originally, she didn't want to bring pots and pans, but Zhan Zeye said, "Take them. After all, it's your dowry!"
At that time, Tang Qiyue didn't think much about it and thought Zhan Zeye was kind-hearted.
Because a lot of the dowry prepared by the stepmother was pretty but useless, and there were things supporting it from the bottom. In fact, there was not much left after it was compacted. There was a lot of extra space, so now all the things prepared for her by Tang's mother could be stuffed in.
Even the things prepared by the War Mother were stuffed into the box.
When Chen Dazhuang and the others came over, Tang Qiyue had just locked each box.
While pounding her aching waist, Tang Qiyue watched Chen Dazhuang and the others carrying boxes out of the house, thinking that it was finally over and she had survived.
But it was obviously too early to express this.
When Tang Qiyue was about to follow him out with her handbag, she heard a commotion at the door.
A familiar voice made Tang Qiyue frown and walked out without stopping.
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