Serious person
A mother and daughter recently moved into South Lane. They look friendly, but they rarely go out. I haven't seen them for a few days.
"What do these mother and daughter do?" Mrs. Liu said, chewing some melon seeds and spitting them out. "Did Third Uncle Wei know about this family's background and rent the house to them?"
"Why are you worrying so much? His house has been empty for years. He's definitely looking forward to renting it out."
"The third daughter-in-law? You must know what's going on!"
"They said it was some distant relative of some brother. Oh, they didn't even tell me about this!" Uncle Wei's wife shook her head. "Tomorrow is the market. I'm going home first!"
"Tsk tsk, you keep it in all day long. I don't think you are a decent person." Mrs. Liu spat out another mouthful of melon seeds, pouted and shook her head.
"Why don't you act like a decent person? Old Mrs. Liu! How can you talk like that?" Wei San's wife was unhappy. This house belonged to their family. If they really rented it to that undecent person, how could they live as a family?
"Well, I just said it casually, and you took it seriously."
Wei San's wife came back first. She closed the door and spat, "I think you are the most indecent! A bunch of chatterboxes!" What can get in your way if you don't go out of the main door or the secondary door?
No one inside the courtyard knows what is going on outside the courtyard, and life is peaceful and quiet.
"I told you I'd do it! Ahem, take a break... ahem... take a break!"
He Yingchun wiped her face, which was covered with ash. This earthen stove is really hard to burn!
"No, I won't believe it today! Mum, don't worry about it, I have to light this fire!"
He Yingchun worked hard for a quarter of an hour, "...Uh...Mom, you come over and do the work. I'll go cut the meat."
He Yingchun opened the door to smoke some cigarettes. These days, she had thought that she could make dozens of side dishes a day and earn a few hundred points. Then she would be able to make hot pot recipes easily. However, after she exchanged points several times, the system was upgraded and she could only exchange points three times a day.
Then these three times can only be the best of the best.
"What are we having for dinner?" Mom was really impressed by He Yingchun. She could cook so many different dishes, and she had been spoiled for choice these days.
"Young Master is back today, let's have something delicious, let's make sweet and sour pork!"
There is not much meat, just a small piece. Pork tenderloin is too expensive, so use a piece of lean meat, cut it into thin slices, and pat it with the back of a knife to make the meat more tender. Cut the meat slices into small pieces and put them in a large bowl.
Add soy sauce, salt, minced ginger and minced garlic to the meat pieces. In fact, it would taste better if you add a little cooking wine, but what else can you do under the current conditions? After mixing well, marinate for a quarter of an hour.
At this moment, my mother had already lit the stove and was rinsing the pot with clean water.
Eating pot-fried pork alone is too greasy.
He Yingchun couldn't help but laugh out loud. If she had heard these words when she was in exile, she would have slapped herself in the face.
Now that the meal was better, she mixed some tofu with green onions. In fact, Qianlong cabbage was also delicious. One year during the festival, she was tired of eating fish and meat, so her father mixed a plate of Qianlong cabbage for her, and she drank a bowl of rice with the dish.
When He Yingchun thought of his father, his nose felt sore and he sighed.
Going to buy some tahini tomorrow!
Eat some tofu, it’s neither salty nor bland, just right.
She then chopped some green onions to make sweet and sour pork later.
The meat slices were almost marinated. He Yingchun beat an egg in a bowl, stirred it evenly, and coated the meat slices with the egg.
At this time, my mother also cleaned up the pot.
Heat the oil until bubbles appear, coat the meat slices with egg liquid in a layer of cornstarch, and fry them in the oil until golden and crispy.
You have to turn the meat over frequently to allow it to heat evenly.
After the oil temperature rises, put the meat in. This time, fry the meat until it is crispy and fragrant. When the meat turns slightly red, it is completely fried.
After taking it out, leave some oil in the pot and prepare a sauce with sugar, vinegar, soy sauce and some salt.
"Wen Jingzhao likes sweet food, so I'll put more sugar in it!" He Yingchun said excitedly.
Heat the pot and oil, add the sauce, and simmer over high heat until the sauce is thick. The heat of the pot must be controlled precisely, otherwise the sugar will easily burn.
He Yingchun likes a little sourness, so she added some vinegar along the edge of the pot.
It tastes sour and fragrant.
Put the meat and chopped green onions into the pot!
Start stir-frying to coat the meat with juice.
"Wow! It smells so good!" Mom took out another pot and was making water to fry the rice.
Usually when Wen Jingzhao came back, both stoves would be heated up, and the kangs in the east and west wings would be warm. Wen Jingzhao slept in the west wing, and the two of them lived in the east wing.
"Serve!" Stir-fry five or six times and it will be ready. If you stir-fry it for too long, the meat will become tough.
My mother and I each had a piece. It was sweet and sour, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It was crispy and tender when you took a bite. The sauce was just right, sweet and sour, and sour with sweet.
"Very good! Very good!" Mom praised repeatedly.
"Okay, I'll serve it first!" He Yingchun served both rice and tofu.
"Ding Dong! A plate of sweet and sour pork, 10 points, current points are 48, please keep working hard!" 10 points, still 10 points, basically vegetarian dishes are 1 or 2 points, half meat and half vegetarian is 5 points, meat dishes are 10 points, occasionally if they are not cooked well, they will get 7 or 8 points,
She still had to cook more meat dishes, but she was short of money and could barely make ends meet. He Yingchun was thinking about setting up a stall on the street to make some money.
"Mom! Let's go to the street tomorrow!" said He Yingchun.
Mum came in with rice and said, "Sure! I heard from Wei San's wife the other day that there will be a market tomorrow, and it will be crowded and lively!"
"Okay, it's been a few days since the fire. Let's dress up. We've gained a lot of weight these days, so I don't think anyone will recognize us." He Yingchun was most afraid of being watched by those people in the kitchen.
They waited for a long time until it was dark.
Mum noticed He Yingchun constantly looking out the window and at the door. "Why hasn't the young master come back yet?" she guessed. "Perhaps something has delayed him?"
He Yingchun looked at the pitch-black sky outside and said, "The meat is cold." She left a few pieces of meat in a bowl and covered it with another bowl. "Okay, leave some for him and we can eat it ourselves!"
Mom hesitated to pick up her chopsticks, and He Yingchun picked up some meat for her and said, "Eat quickly! If he comes back later, I'll make you another pot of hot food!" No way!
After that, Mom ate the meat.
"The young master hasn't come back these days. Is Lord Ma busy?" Mum only knew that Wen Jingzhao worked under a man named Lord Ma.
"Well, he said he has been busy lately. He has a place to stay over there and it's close by, so he didn't come back." He Yingchun didn't know what Wen Jingzhao was busy with. When she saw him a few days ago, he looked very tired. He fell asleep as soon as he came back. He said there was no need to leave food for him all the time and that he would only come back every six days.
"Don't think too much, let's eat quickly, it's cold." Sweet and sour pork is not tasty when it's cold. The two chatted and discussed what to buy at the market tomorrow.
At night, after her mother went to bed early, He Yingchun, afraid the oil lamp would be too bright, took it to the west wing to practice calligraphy. She had to write smoothly and recognize all the characters, otherwise she wouldn't be able to write a proper recipe. These past few days, she had done nothing but cook to earn points and study literacy.
After practicing for a while, she looked out the window and sighed.
He put the rice and sweet and sour pork into the pot to warm them up, practiced calligraphy for a while, and buried a few potatoes in the stove.
I went back to practice calligraphy. While practicing, I cursed myself for being so clumsy and kept heating up the food!
"Here, the word 'wen' has an extra horizontal stroke."
Wen Jingzhao's voice came from behind her. After hearing this, her hands trembled and the words became messy.
"Practicing calligraphy?"
He Yingchun quickly crumpled the paper and held it in her palm. She felt guilty as if her secrets had been exposed, and laughed dryly, "Haha."
"Don't throw it away. Come, I'll teach you." Wen Jingzhao took her right hand and wrote the word "Wen". Although Wen Jingzhao used to be a playboy, you have to say, his handwriting was quite elegant.
It was just that the distance was a little too close, he breathed, and the hot air sprinkled on her head.
"Hear, the horizontal and vertical lines should be straight, the hooks should be sharp, don't drag on, and practice calligraphy with concentration."
The sound was so close that it made her heart tremble.
She dodged to the side, pushing him aside.
"Hiss." Wen Jingzhao covered his arm.
"Are you hurt?" He Yingchun pulled him back, only to discover he reeked of alcohol. "Have you been drinking?"
Wen Jingzhao nodded and said, "Sorry, I meant to come back early for dinner tonight, but Master Ma asked me to discuss something, so I had some drinks."
"You're injured and still drinking. Are you trying to kill yourself?" Wen Jingzhao's body was constantly wounded. He Yingchun wanted to rip off his clothes.
"Let me see? Where are you hurt?"
Wen Jingzhao covered his collar to prevent her from looking because of the huge height difference. He Yingchun jumped up anxiously, which made Wen Jingzhao laugh.
"Wait a minute, stop dancing, I'll take it off myself." Wen Jingzhao took off his top clothes. He was wearing a thick coat, so you couldn't see anything with the clothes on. But after taking them off, it was particularly obvious how thin he was.
However, the abdominal muscles are still there.
But He Yingchun had no intention of watching. It was not so much about where Wen Jingzhao was injured, but rather where he was not injured. It could be said that there was no good place on his back. There were whip marks, knife marks, and scratches that were unclear what they were, old marks superimposed on new ones.
He Yingchun was stunned, her nose sore, "How... did this happen?"
"Didn't you go to be a military advisor? How come you are covered in wounds?" Where are those beautiful, clean back muscles? They were obviously healed after taking the magic medicine, and even his ribs grew back.
"I won't give up." The lamp oil shone on Wen Jingzhao's back, and his entire face was hidden in the shadows.
How could Wen Ding'an's son be a slave forever? So what if he was a military advisor? He didn't want to be trapped like this for the rest of his life.
After he said this, He Yingchun fell silent and stopped asking questions. She understood what he was saying.
He Yingchun sighed, "Let me help you apply the medicine first." She took some spiritual spring water and used gauze to clean the new wound bit by bit.
The most serious wound was on the arm, with one of the knife wounds being very deep.
"I have to practice martial arts and find a weapon that suits me." With his limited boxing and kicking skills, he couldn't even withstand a few moves from Zhang Chao, let alone go to the battlefield.
He practiced constantly, looking for people around him to fight. Swords and knives have no eyes, and even though it was just a fight, he couldn't avoid getting hurt.
"I have to... protect you too."
He Yingchun paused and continued to apply the medicine. Why was this medicine so pungent that it made her cry?
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