Guan family.
Guan Hongyi received the report letter from his subordinates and unfolded it.
There is only one line of words on it——
After inspection, Jiang Ningning's work style is tougher than the rolling rollers of Anshan Iron and Steel Group, and her awareness is higher than the five-star red flag on the top of Mount Everest.
Guan Hongyi looked left and right, even suspecting that it was an invisibility potion. He picked up the secret letter and heated it over the candle for a long time.
In the end, this amazing sentence is still the only one that became popular.
He was so angry that he picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it to the ground, "Two idiots! Can't you be flexible? Before Mr. Xue goes to the island the day after tomorrow, I want to see those three mother and son go to jail."
15 minutes later.
The two spies who received the death order were dejected. After a brief discussion, they decided to do it themselves and do something big.
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There were no more troubles along the way and Jiang Ningning returned home safely.
Zhu Changguang moved very quickly and had already pried open most of the pile of oysters.
The two little kids who were helping to watch the fire in the kitchen ran out and said in a rush, "Mom, Granny Cai was looking for you just now."
"She also brought a plate of plum blossom cakes, which were fragrant, soft and sticky. We didn't deliberately eat them before mom, but Grandma Cai insisted on breaking off a piece for us and our sister."
Manman turned around and ran back to the house, holding the plate and returning, "Mom, please try it, it's delicious."
Mrs. Cai is very deft, and the pastries she makes are really shaped like plum blossoms, delicate and small, so small that you can eat one in one bite.
Under the expectant eyes of the two dumplings, Jiang Ningning picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. A sweet taste spread, which was the unique taste of brown sugar.
"You guys eat it, don't eat too much or it will cause indigestion. Remember to give it to Uncle Changguang."
The two little kids responded in sweet voices.
Jiang Ningning carried a basket into the kitchen, picked up the thermos with a peony pattern, poured hot water into the basin, wet her hair and wiped off the sticky sweat on her face.
Only after I felt refreshed again did I start preparing the broth.
As usual, I asked Zhu Changguang to help chop it into a few pieces, and then blanch it in water to remove the blood foam remaining on the bones.
The next step is very important. Heat the oil and stir-fry the pork ribs until they are slightly yellow and fragrant. Pour boiling water and simmer over high heat for 30 minutes.
Finally, stew the ingredients (scallions, two star anises, appropriate amount of peppercorns, and two bay leaves), pour in a little white wine (white wine is more fragrant than cooking wine, and alcohol will evaporate at high temperatures), then put some of the previously roasted scallops in, close the lid and simmer slowly.
After the soup base was ready, Jiang Ningning then prepared the dough.
This is a big project.
People in Jincheng also like pasta. As authentic northerners, making pasta is a talent engraved in their genes.
This body doesn't have much strength, but kneading dough requires great skills. If the dough is not kneaded properly, the rolled noodles will not be chewy.
Just as he was feeling distressed, he looked up and saw Huo Donglin standing at the door.
"You get off work at noon?"
Huo Donglin said "hmm" lightly, took off his hat and hung it on the rack next to him, then walked forward to help while rolling up his sleeves.
Under the rolled-up cuffs of his military uniform, the blue veins on his forearms flowed like hidden river veins beneath his wheat-colored skin.
The calloused palm of his hand clamped the edge of the pottery basin: "Do you want to make steamed buns or noodles? Come and knead the dough."
"I'll make noodles for lunch."
"Can you do it?"
In Jiang Ningning's impression, the men of the Huo family never enter the kitchen.
Especially Mr. Huo, who has the feudal idea that men stay outside and women stay inside ingrained into his bones. Both father and son are too lazy to help a woman when she falls, thinking that it is a woman's job.
The hypocritical thing is that Tian Cuifen is busy with everything, but still has to go out to work every day to earn money to support her family.
Huo Donglin raised his eyebrows, scooped out three bowls of flour from the bag, added cold water and kneaded it. He didn't use yeast powder, so the dough he kneaded would be dead dough.
The characteristics of dead noodles are that they are chewy and have a thick taste.
Those black eyes were like a measuring ruler, the water content was exactly the same, unlike others who added water and flour at the same time, and the dough gradually became smooth in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Ningning counted the half-moon-shaped fingerprints left on the edge of the basin, and suddenly discovered that Huo Donglin's kneading gestures had a peculiar rhythm.
Three pushes and one fold, the force of the palm pressing on the dough made the old elm chopping board tremble, as if calibrating the angle of a mortar.
The aroma of fermented flour in the air seemed to be mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder.
She asked with amusement: "Did you practice in the kitchen?"
Huo Donglin twisted his wrist violently and slammed the dough onto the chopping board: "New recruits have to feed pigs for the first month."
Beads of sweat rolled down his Adam's apple into his collar, and his rolled-up sleeves were already soaked. His black eyes suddenly turned gloomy, as if he had thought of something.
In fact, I learned it when I was very hungry as a child.
Tian Cuifen took her younger brother Jianjun to work at that time and ignored him when she was busy.
There was no food at home, so Huo Donglin moved a stool to the stove and cooked sweet potatoes and potatoes for himself.
People who often eat sweet potatoes know that eating too much will cause stomach acid reflux, but not eating too much will cause stomach acid reflux.
When he grew up a little more, he began to try cooking and making dough.
He made a mess of it at the beginning, and Tian Cuifen thought he was playing with food, so she beat him up.
Aunt Ma next door couldn't stand it, so she secretly taught him a lot of skills...
Thousands of memories filled his head, but not a single one of them appeared on Huo Donglin's stern face. He quickly covered the basin with a wet cloth and stayed awake for a while.
Then he walked to the corner and picked up firewood and a piece of round wood. There were large stains of sweat on the back of his army green shirt, and the undulating outline of his spine looked like a thorn unsheathed.
"The kitchen is hot, go sit outside for a while and chop the wood."
I don't know when the next mission will be, so I have to take advantage of my free time to do these strenuous and dangerous tasks, so as to avoid hurting my hands.
"Crack!" The frozen firewood as thick as a bowl broke into two pieces, and the flying wood chips exploded into golden powder in the corner of sunlight refracted through the windowsill.
Jiang Ningning put her tongue against her cheek. Are all the military comrades these days like this? They are always on missions, can cook in the kitchen, have eyes for work, and are so meticulous and considerate?
"Yes, I encountered two strange things this morning..."
She told Huo Donglin about the two experiences one after another. After she finished speaking, she felt a little dry and licked her dry red lips.
"Who do you think they are? Why are they testing you?"
Jiang Ningning's first thought should be a test given by the organization to every new military wife. After reviewing her performance today, she gave herself a 100, and she should not have held Huo Donglin back.
Huo Donglin's dark eyes lingered on her lips, which were redder than cherries, for a moment. He silently put down his work and poured her a glass of boiled water.
"Thank you." Jiang Ningning pursed her lips and smiled.
This time the smile was not artificial like before, it was sincere and natural.
When she reached out to take it, she accidentally touched his fingers. Jiang Ningning didn't notice anything and just wanted to drink water.
However, Huo Donglin felt his fingertips getting hot and quickly withdrew them.
That face looked even darker and more handsome, "It wasn't arranged by the organization. I guess the Guan family found out your identity and wanted to frame you."
The first little boy, if Jiang Ningning is kind and enthusiastic, she will take him to find the guard.
As long as the child insists that she wants to kidnap him, Jiang Ningning will have no way to defend herself. After all, the conventional thinking is, how could a child lie?
The second round-faced girl probably used the same method...
Who would have thought that Jiang Ningning would not play by the rules at all, causing their plan to fail completely.
"They will attack again, but don't worry, I will protect you secretly."
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