Originally, Xie Tingyu was just joking, but he didn't expect Ye Qingshui to take it seriously and do it right away.
Ye Qingshui picked and chose the books she needed like a busy little squirrel, flipping through them one by one and reading them carefully. She was sometimes in deep thought and sometimes frowning, and she kept writing and drawing on the white paper. She had a tenacity in her body, as if time had frozen in her body. If no one interrupted her, she might have read until tomorrow morning.
Xie Tingyu thought casually: If only she could be so serious when studying.
He called Ye Qingshui several times, but Ye Qingshui just stammered and said "hmm" perfunctorily.
So Ye Qingshui missed the time to make dinner.
When Ye Qingshui carefully filled up half of his notebook with ideas, he looked up again and it was already completely dark. In the dark night, Ye's mother knocked on the door with a bowl of sweet potato porridge in her hand:
"Shuiya, it's time to eat."
Ye's mother walked into the room and caught her son-in-law looking at her daughter with burning eyes. She was a little surprised. After all, in her eyes, it was always her daughter who was chasing after her son-in-law. She was really stubborn. Although Ye's mother was usually very open-minded, she was trying hard to get sweets from her daughter and son-in-law to convince herself that she was at ease.
Ye Ma said to Ye Qingshui, "Today you all hid in the house. I called you several times but you didn't respond, so I made dinner."
"Hurry up and eat."
Ye Qingshui was very hungry, so she took the sweet potato rice and ate it quickly. She raised her head and looked at the sweet potato rice in front of Xie Tingyu, thinking: He will definitely look down on such a shabby meal in the countryside.
In addition, he needs to eat more nutritious food during this period, so Ye Qingshui and Xie Tingyu said, "Let's buy you some malted milk some other day. It's not okay for a patient like you to eat with us."
As she spoke, she snatched Xie Tingyu's bowl of sweet potato rice and said hastily, "Wait for me for a moment, I'll make you a bowl of noodles."
Ye Qingshui walked out of the door with the rice, hesitated for a moment, and then finished the bowl of sweet potato rice herself. She was very full and ate two bowls of rice in a row, causing her stomach to feel bloated.
Ye Qingshui is an honest man. Although he came from the countryside and experienced the ups and downs of life, he is still a simple and frugal person in nature. Xie Tingyu is a patient. Ye Qingshui took his care fee and would never let him down in terms of food. In order to save food, Ye Qingshui was reluctant to feed the chickens with this bowl of sweet potato rice.
Xie Tingyu saw her snatch the sweet potato rice and hide outside the door to eat it secretly. Although she thought she was hiding under the eaves and no one in the house could see her, the dim shadow on the ground betrayed her.
The little glow leaking from the window was like flowing gold, scattered on the ground, and the small black shadow on the ground ate the rice with chopsticks. Xie Tingyu watched her finish a whole bowl of rice, which made people feel inexplicably complicated.
Xie Tingyu had never met a woman as stupid as Ye Qingshui in his life.
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Ye Qingshui came to the woodshed. She had boiled some bone soup while making dumplings in the morning. The firewood had been burning all the time, so she kept it to make some broth and used it to make soup dumplings the next day. She planned to sell the dumplings with such a fine soup base for ten cents each, the same price as in state-owned restaurants.
But Ye Qingshui scooped out most of the soup and reluctantly gave it up to make noodle soup.
The bone soup that has been simmered for a whole day is milky white, and a rich aroma wafts towards you. The fat on the bones has long been melted, and the essence in the bone marrow has also been boiled out. The longer the old bone soup is stewed, the more flavorful it becomes. When it is stewed to this point, the essence of the bone marrow has already been stewed out.
Ye Qingshui was reluctant to spend time making such a troublesome soup at home. It would take too much firewood to make it all day. A Niang only came back with a pile of firewood after going up the mountain, and her strength was not as strong as Ye Qingshui's. She worked so hard to make soup to make money.
Ye Qingshui kneaded the dough easily, stretching it repeatedly. The soft dough had a fresh wheat aroma and was loose and soft. After beating it ninety-nine times, the dough gradually became tough. She opened the can and scooped out a spoonful of butter, which she added to the soup to enhance the flavor.
The bald butter was made by Ye Qingshui himself. In the past, when we were still catching crabs, some crabs didn't have much meat and it was a pity to throw them away. Ye Qingshui took out the roe of the small crabs and made a bottle of bald butter. After catching crabs for so long, he could only save up this bottle.
With a spoonful of water, the golden crab roe blends into the soup with the aroma of fresh river food. The newly pulled noodles are blanched in boiling water and then soaked in cold water, making them soft, flexible and smooth. Fry a soft-boiled egg in a pan, add the cooked noodles to the boiling water, drip some fragrant oil, and then put two large bones with meat in.
When a bowl of fragrant noodles was brought to Xie Tingyu, he was already starving.
The soup was boiling hot, the broth was milky and warm, Ye Qingshui fed him spoonful after spoonful, the rich broth was hot and fresh, the taste was surprisingly good. Xie Tingyu had drunk bone broth before, but never before had it been as tempting, fragrant and delicious as it was now.
Ye Qingshui fed him noodles again. Although Xie Tingyu was not able to move, he still ate them with great relish. The noodles were cooked to perfection, soft and smooth without being mushy, flexible and chewy. They were refreshing to chew, not mushy at all. After finishing a bowl, the noodles were still as smooth as before. They were chewy and smooth. When you are hungry, drinking hot soup noodles gives you a comfortable and happy feeling.
After finishing a bowl of delicious noodles, Xie Tingyu remembered the sweet potato rice that Ye Qingshui had secretly eaten under the eaves before.
"You don't have to make extra meals for me anymore."
Although he really wanted to eat.
"I eat whatever you eat."
Xie Tingyu thought that next time he would remember to remind her to make dinner.
He paused and said, "Today's soup is a little different. It's delicious. Would you like some too?"
Ye Qingshui felt a little disgusted when she heard Xie Tingyu invite her to taste the soup he had drunk.
She waved her hands quickly: "I'm already very full."
Ye Qingshui fed Xie Tingyu the last bit of soup, not wanting to waste it. Xie Tingyu ate it very happily, and soon he felt the urge to urinate.
The satisfied expression on his face gradually disappeared, and his eyes began to wander, shifting his attention.
Unfortunately, Ye Qingshui was not as thoughtful as usual. She cleaned up the dishes and started reading and thinking hard. She compiled a manuscript based on her experience in her previous life.
In her previous life, she had worked on a reservoir for a whole year. At that time, many educated youth from the countryside had returned to the city, and female laborers had to fill in to build the reservoir. She studied with Xie Tingyu, learned a few words, and had a basic understanding of science and engineering. Sometimes she would help engineers and do some rough work. She accumulated a lot of experience.
After a long period of psychological preparation, Xie Tingyu coughed lightly. At this time, Zhou Tingting from the educated youth point came to find Ye Qingshui. She knocked on the window and whispered to Ye Qingshui:
"I heard about what happened today after I got back. If I had been there, I would have spoken up for you."
Zhou Tingting glanced at Xie Tingyu, who looked unhappy. She thought she had interrupted him, so she quickly said:
"I've heard about what happened today. Qingshui, you're very brave. You said what I didn't dare to say. I also worked with them to choose the location for digging a well before, but they thought my suggestion was too rigid and didn't adopt it. My father studied geology, and their methods were childish. Let me tell you how they did it. They..."
Zhou Tingting answered the two questions Ye Qingshui had asked the educated youth during the day in a few words: how did the educated youth choose the site and what survey methods did they use? Ye Qingshui had heard about Xie Tingyu's method, and then listened to Zhou Tingting's description of the method used by the educated youth. In comparison, Xie Tingyu's method was scientific and meticulous, while the educated youth's method was simple and crude. It was really true that comparing goods would make you throw them away, and comparing people would make you angry.
"If I were here... maybe I could help you."
At this point, Zhou Tingting's voice suddenly softened, and she whispered in Ye Qingshui's ear, "You are discouraged by what happened today. They love to gossip because they are jealous. Don't mind it. Teacher Xie's family is very rich... and he has a bright future. Many of us want to date him."
"I'm thinking about how to find another well." Zhou Tingting sighed.
Zhou Tingting said as she quickly glanced at Ye Qingshui's densely packed manuscript and couldn't help but smack her lips, "Qingshui, what are you doing?"
Ye Qingshui said to her: "Make a water-finding instrument."
Zhou Tingting was shocked.
Seeing Ye Qingshui moving his mouth, ready to give Zhou Tingting a long explanation, Xie Tingyu's face darkened, and he couldn't bear it any longer and said first:
"Comrade Zhou, if you have nothing else, please go back first. I still have something to discuss with Shui Ya."
There was an almost inhuman tone in his cold voice.
Although Ye Qingshui had an idea and wanted to keep Zhou Tingting, when she saw Xie Tingyu's forbearing expression, she immediately understood what he wanted to do.
She held back her laughter and hurriedly took out a manuscript and gave it to Zhou Tingting.
She said to Tingting, "I also want to find another well. Let's team up. My ideas are written down here. Go back and take a look. If you are right, tell me tomorrow."
Ye Qingshui stuffed the draft paper into Zhou Tingting's hand and sent her out.
Zhou Tingting held a fragile piece of paper in a daze, and Teacher Xie's cold face appeared in her mind. She didn't know what had made him unhappy, and she couldn't help shuddering. It turned out that Teacher Xie was so serious in private, so scary.
She ran all the way back to the educated youth dormitory from Ye's house in the moonlight.
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Ye Qingshui was very thoughtful. Xie Tingyu seldom had such a vivid expression. She gritted her teeth and endured it with a burning flame in her eyes. She thought for a moment about the noodle soup today. Xie Tingyu might have drunk too much. Ye Qingshui held back her laughter, took out the chamber pot seriously, placed it carefully in front of Xie Tingyu, and then quickly walked out of the room.
Xie Tingyu stared at the dark shadow at the door, which was trembling as if blown hard by the wind. He could already imagine how the little girl was laughing in private.
He felt a dull pain in his temples, and he slowly unzipped his pants and began to urinate slowly and with difficulty, holding onto the chamber pot.
Xie Tingyu couldn't understand how a couple could be so close to each other. This level of intimacy was already unbearable for him.
Ye Qingshui waited for a long time, and asked tentatively: "Brother Yu, are you okay?"
She knew he must be very angry, so she waited a long time for him to recover, and she asked in a slow voice.
"Um."
Ye Qingshui walked in, took the urinal without looking away, and went out to wash. While washing, she thought silently: In her previous life, I didn't realize that Xie Tingyu had such a lovely side, awkward and forbearing.
How long had he been holding it in?
The author has something to say:
Pingshengjun: This level of intimacy is unbearable?
Emmmmm, Brother Yu, I'm afraid you'll feel uncomfortable after you understand.
By the way, congratulations to Brother Yu for completing the task of inserting a flag on the day
Brother Yu: “…”
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