Xianjin and Hope Star fell into a strange cold war. She knew they were in a cold war, and he knew they were in a cold war, but they didn't know why they were fighting, why they were fighting, or when the war would end.
Overall, this battle came without warning and was rather arbitrary.
Xianjin finished his porridge in three mouthfuls, stuffed a vegetarian vermicelli bun into his mouth, made a "bye-bye" gesture to Chen Fulu, put his bag on his back and turned around, then he bumped into Chen Jianfang, who had a gloomy face.
Xianjin walked out without looking around. Chen Jianfang paused, and his gaze moved stiffly from the floor that was so clean that not a hair could be seen, to the dark brown square stool, then to the table with six or seven white glazed porcelain bowls and plates, and finally fell helplessly and unexpectedly into the eyes of his third uncle.
The two looked at each other.
Affectionate and focused.
Chen Fu forgot to stuff the dumplings into his stomach for a moment.
It's a bit embarrassing.
To ease the embarrassment, Chen Jianfang stiffly pulled the corners of his lips and, for the first time in his life, started to greet his third uncle Chen Fu early in the morning.
"Uncle San, did you sleep well last night?"
The steamed dumpling that Chen Fu was holding on his chopsticks finally fell. "... OK... Not bad, right..."
Chen·Topic starter·Never constipated when chatting·Fu, the more he talked, the smoother his speech became, and he started complaining, "It's late autumn, why are there still so many mosquitoes? I'm going to hang up the mosquito net with fine gauze today, and ask Aunt Zhang to remember to fumigate with moxa - were you bitten by mosquitoes yesterday?"
Chen Jianfang lowered his head and dragged the stool. He was caught off guard and asked, "Ah?"
What mosquito?
No mosquito bites.
Maybe they all went to bite Uncle San, so the share left to him was not much.
But I didn’t sleep well either.
I tossed and turned in the first half of the night, and just as I closed my eyes in the second half, I heard a rooster crowing.
Chen Fu hadn't expected this iron-clad nephew to give him any warm feedback, so he waved his hand and concentrated on eating his dumplings.
After a while, Chen Fu spoke again, "This xiaolongbao is not as delicious as the well-water sauce pork buns I ate in Qiaolin Town."
Chen Fu rolled his eyes, "Well water braised pork buns, I wrote it in the first chapter of "Eighteen Foods in Jing County" -"
With a drawn-out tone, the love-brained man waited for his nephew to fill in the blanks.
The eldest nephew, however, turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and was only focused on counting the rice in the bowl.
Chen Fu: ...
What a pity that he just shared last night’s mosquito with this person!
Chen Jianfang was indeed oblivious to what was happening outside. His mind, along with his two ears that had no thinking function, were working at a rapid pace - he didn't understand why Xianjin was angry?
Are you angry?
Xianjin has always been open-minded and gentle, so how could he refute someone face to face?
Why are you angry?
Because he didn't want her to drink herbal tea?
What's wrong with this?
Drinking herbal tea at night will damage your spleen, stomach, liver and kidneys, and will do you a hundred harms and no good...
Chen Jianfang shook her head slightly. Did she think he was reaching too far? Or did she think he was trying to control her?
No matter what the situation is, he has to apologize.
Just tonight.
He would have a serious talk with Xianjin once he got back from the shop.
Chen Jianfang made up his mind. He stood at the intersection at night but did not wait for Xianjin. He walked to the door of Chenji on Shuixi Street, but saw that the door was closed. The lantern at the door was on, and the words "Chenji" were projected on his cheek when swirled by the late autumn wind.
Chen Jianfang lowered his head, avoiding the dim light of the lantern, and turned the corner slowly.
There are people coming and going on the street corner, and a small stall with a sign selling "clear soup noodles" is crowded with customers.
"Three bowls of clear soup noodles, take away."
Chen Jianfang said to the proprietress.
Three bowls, Xianjin, Suoer, and maybe that muscular Zhou Ergou?
The proprietress smiled and replied "Hey", then looked up and saw that it was Chen Jianfang. She shook off the noodles and asked Chen Jianfang, "Three bowls? One for you? One for the pale and skinny girl last time? One for the eldest son of Mr. Qiao's family?"
Chen Jianfang pursed his lips slightly, then shook his head after a moment without answering.
The proprietress was trying to get close to the customer, so she let it go when the customer didn't respond. She quickly served three bowls of noodles, scooped up three bowls of soup, put them in a food box and handed them to Chen Jianfang.
Chen Jianfang held the lunch box in his arms and continued walking towards the "Look" on Shuidong Street.
"Look!" There's no one there.
The door was closed tightly and locked with a large copper lock from the outside.
There was no one in both places...
Chen Jianfang couldn't help but look towards the Qingcheng Mountain Courtyard.
Master Qiao hasn't come back yet, maybe Xianjin has an appointment with Baozhu?
Chen Jianfang pursed her lips slightly, held the food box tightly in her arms, and waited at the door of "Look" for a long time before turning around.
…
Where did Xianjin go when he didn’t come home that night?
She was in Xiaocao Village in the middle of the night.
In the steaming workshop, a 20-meter-long pool is filled with hot water, and bamboo curtains are spread out in the four corners.
Fifty masters each held a cylindrical bamboo curtain in one hand, with their sleeves rolled up to their biceps, revealing protruding blue veins and very clear muscle lines under their skin.
"One, two, one, two!"
The one who shouted the slogan was Li Sanshun.
Following his call, everyone raised the bamboo boards in their hands high up and then put them down gently.
Xian Jinping watched intently, afraid that even the slightest breath would disrupt the rhythm of the old men's hands.
The pool was filled with paper pulp, and when it was stirred by the bamboo curtain, the white pulp rolled up from bottom to top like surging waves, creating an undercurrent full of pressure.
Li Sanshun glanced to both sides with his tortoise-like eyes, "Hey!"
The old men held their breath, and with force, they inserted the bamboo curtain diagonally into the water pool more than ten meters wide. They shook the bamboo curtain twice in the paper pulp steadily and quickly, so that the paper pulp adhered evenly to the bamboo curtain, and quickly placed the layer of white fluff evenly spread on the bamboo board on the clean blue brick floor.
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