Zhou Mingli started riding his bike. "Okay, I went to Aunt Qian's house and bought two pounds of meat."
Her family didn't have much flour, and the twenty jin they bought was only after going to both the supply and marketing cooperative and the grain store.
"Have you eaten?" Jiang Ci asked him.
Zhou Mingli's voice drifted over from the front, "I've already eaten."
Jiang Ci said "oh" and didn't say anything more. She lowered her head and took a big bite of the white flour meat sandwich.
The pure white flour pancake is mixed with the meaty aroma of braised pork with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and also has the crispness of green peppers.
Jiang Ci's entire mouth was filled with carbohydrates, and her brain immediately reacted with pleasure, making Jiang Ci's eyes slightly narrowed with satisfaction.
It has to be said that ever since Jiang Ci transmigrated into the book, her love for meat has surpassed her previous love for luxury cars.
Jiang Ci declared, "Zhou Mingli, let's open a small restaurant in two years, and you'll be the chef."
"Your cooking is really delicious." She praised him generously, swallowed the meat in her mouth, and ate several more bites. "With your skills, we can open a restaurant."
Zhou Mingli chuckled, "Alright, I'll contribute my technology as equity."
Jiang Ci made a promise, saying, "Don't worry, I promise you won't suffer any losses. As long as I get a bite of meat, I definitely won't let you get any soup."
Zhou Mingli's smile deepened as he pedaled his bicycle, carefully choosing the flatter paths. Although it was slow, it would allow Jiang Ci to finish her pancake properly.
Only after Jiang Ci had eaten her fill did she have time to think about other things.
for example……
Zhou Mingli had put the roujiamo (Chinese meat sandwich) somewhere; it was still warm when he handed it to her.
Jiang Ci felt she couldn't just guess; after all, she and Zhou Mingli had agreed to be honest with each other.
Where did you put the biscuit?
Zhou Mingli's hand, which was holding the handlebars of the bicycle, almost slipped to the side. He quickly steadied himself, turned his head to look at her, and asked, "Why are you asking this?"
Jiang Ci blinked, her lips curving upwards into a smile. "I'm learning to be honest."
Zhou Mingli: "..."
There's really no need to waste time exploring this, is there?
Zhou Mingli continued riding his bike, saying, "I'll give you a chance to guess. If you can't guess, I'll tell you."
Jiang Ci simply said "oh" and didn't say anything more.
Zhou Mingli didn't hear her, and couldn't help but want to turn his head to look back.
suddenly.
A cold hand slipped into his patched short-sleeved shirt, making Zhou Mingli shiver slightly.
Jiangci is very good at pushing its luck.
Because she knew Zhou Mingli liked her, she took advantage of him without any fear of repercussions.
He casually pressed the muscles in his waist and abdomen with his index and middle fingers.
The soft skin slowly hardened under Jiang Ci's hands, but Jiang Ci seemed not to notice, and asked him, "Did you put it here?"
"Jiang Ci." His pedaling became heavy, and Jiang Ci couldn't see him or hear any emotion in his voice. "Don't touch me."
"That's really unreasonable. You're the one who makes me guess, but you won't let me touch it," Jiang Ci said slowly.
Jiang Ci's fingertips moved upwards again, and the rainwater hanging on the raincoat slid down onto Zhou Mingli's body as Jiang Ci moved, sliding down his chest along his arched back, and then down the line Jiang Ci was on, disappearing into his waistband.
I don't know what Jiang Ci pointed to, she just smiled innocently, "It can't be hung here, can it?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Jiang Ci heard Zhou Mingli let out a low gasp.
His voice was hoarse, but he responded in a calmer, lower voice, "It won't hang."
It's just a small red bean; there's nothing to hang it on.
"Jiang Ci." He rode with one hand and grabbed Jiang Ci's hand, which was idly moving around under her raincoat, with the other. His tone was still calm. "We're almost at the production team."
The road leading to the cowshed was deserted, which is why Zhou Mingli allowed Jiang Ci to grope him.
Some people might find this unpleasant.
Jiang Ci pulled her hand away from his. "Where did you put it?"
Zhou Mingli: "..."
He sighed softly and replied helplessly, "In my arms."
Of course, the oil paper package couldn't be hung on his body.
On his way to the cowshed, Zhou Mingli rode his bicycle with one hand while keeping the oil paper package tightly covered with the other. He walked cautiously the whole way, worried about falling and the pancakes getting cold and not tasting good.
Jiang Ci poked his waist again.
His eyebrows and eyes conveyed a sense of ease and relaxation, and the corners of his lips were slightly upturned.
Zhou Mingli didn't notice that Jiang Ci's current expression, her eyebrows and smile, were exactly like the smug look she had after deliberately teasing him in the past.
Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli quickly delivered dinner and finally got home before dark.
It was still drizzling. Zhou Yang and Zhou Miao were left at the Yu family's house. When Jiang Ci and Zhou Mingli returned, they picked up the two children first, and Zhou Mingli returned the raincoats to the Yu family.
After thanking Brother Yu and Sister-in-law Yu, I took the child home.
"Dad, Mom, can we have another pancake after Miaomiao and I get back?" Zhou Yang asked expectantly, sitting in the back seat and looking at Jiang Ci, who was carrying Zhou Miao on the road.
The two children had already eaten a roujiamo (Chinese meat sandwich) before Zhou Mingli brought food to Jiang Ci.
Zhou Mingli delivered six to the Yu family. One was made for each of the four family members, and the other two were eaten by Dazhu and Erzhu.
Zhou Mingli answered directly, "That's all."
"Huh?!" Zhou Yang's dark, slightly chubby face immediately fell. Still refusing to believe it, he stared wide-eyed and asked, "Are you really done eating?"
The old father coldly replied, "Yes."
Zhou Yang pouted, "I want to eat white flour pancakes."
Zhou Miao also liked to eat, but subconsciously she knew that her family was very poor, so she said to Zhou Yang, "Brother, our family is poor and we don't have that much white flour to eat."
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