Toasted buns that can help
That day, Wang Xiaocui came to Zhao Guangxian's master's house and wanted the master to go to her house to help set up a dining table.
It was not difficult for the master to look after one table, so he let Zhao Guangkuan go alone.
As a result, after Zhao Guangxian arrived at Wang's house, Wang Xiaocui's father disliked Zhao Guangxian for being a newbie and blocked the door to prevent Zhao Guangkuan from entering.
"I asked your master to come, not you to come. There's no place for you at our table. If your master can come, then let him come. If he can't come, I'll find someone else. I can't spend money on a useless table."
Zhao Guangxian's face turned red and white after hearing this.
Zhao Guangxian clutched the cuffs of his clothes in his hands, and remained silent for a long time.
"There's no point in you just standing here. I bought my planks with gold coins. If you can't do it right, I'll have to find someone else to do it again. Go back quickly and let your master do it."
Zhao Guangxian still stood there and didn't leave.
Wang Xiaocui's father was even more impatient: "I told you to leave, did you hear me? What's wrong with you? You are so shameless. Are you deaf, or are you..."
"Dad..." Just as he was about to say something even more unpleasant, Wang Xiaocui came out.
"Let him do it. I saw his craftsmanship when I went to ask the master to do it. It's pretty good."
When Wang Xiaocui went to see the master, she deliberately took a look at the furniture in the master's house because she wanted to make a dining table for her own family.
Zhao Guangxian was also working at the time, and Wang Xiaocui saw it.
After hearing this, Wang Xiaocui's father looked at Zhao Guangxian again before letting him in.
Pointing to a computer that has been used for many years, with all four corners worn into rounded shapes and the table top also covered with scratches from years of use.
"Make me an exact replica of this table. If it's not good, I won't pay you."
Zhao Guangxian walked around the table first.
He took another look at the height of Wang Xiaocui's father, mother and Wang Xiaocui, as well as the height of the chair they were originally using, before he started taking out his tools to work.
After sawing, planing, marking, drilling and assembling, and with only the last two steps left - sanding and painting - Wang Xiaocui's father came over to see how the table was going.
"What the hell did you make? I told you to make a table exactly like the original one, didn't you understand? You made it so short, how can you use it? I told you not to, but you insisted on doing it, and ended up making this crap."
It was really difficult for Zhao Guangxian to say a word. Old Wang was so angry that his hair was smoking, but he didn't say a word of explanation.
Wang Xiaocui came over to take a look. She found that the table made by Zhao Guangkuan was very well made, except that it was only about the height of a fist shorter than the original table.
Wang Xiaocui sat over there.
Put both hands on the table and the height will be just right.
"Dad, try it. The height of the table is more suitable now than before."
Just when Wang Xiaocui's father was about to get angry, Wang Xiaocui's words made him stop.
Suddenly, he felt uncomfortable: "What's suitable? It was just right for me before, but now..."
He was halfway through his words, but the moment he sat down on the chair, he swallowed the rest of the sentence.
The height of this table is much more comfortable than the previous one.
I didn’t feel bad using the previous one, but after comparing it with this one, I feel that this one is more comfortable.
Lao Wang was too aggressive just now, and now he doesn't know how to say it.
Wang Xiaocui could see that Lao Wang was feeling awkward.
He transferred the gold coins in the system card to Zhao Guangxian.
Zhao Guangxian knew from Lao Wang's expression that he had given in.
Zhao Guangxian didn't say anything. After seeing the gold coins in his system card arrive, he packed up and left.
I don’t know if it’s because I’m angry or because I’m anxious.
About 1 or 2 minutes after Zhao Guangxian left, Wang Xiaocui saw the hammer that Zhao Guangxian had forgotten at the corner of the table.
Wang Xiaocui knew that Zhao Guangxian had not gone far, so she picked up the hammer and ran out.
Two people, one walking and the other running.
Of course, the one who runs can catch up with the one who walks.
From a distance, Zhao Guangxian heard Wang Xiaocui calling out, "Comrade, comrade... wait a moment."
Zhao Guangxian turned around and saw a girl who was probably a few years younger than him running towards him.
The little girl had a watery little face, so tender that you could pinch her breasts like peaches. Her hair was tied into two long braids, and when she ran, the braids moved with her.
Now because he was running so fast, his face was red and he was even gasping for breath.
When he ran to Zhao Guangxian, he was so anxious that he almost fell down.
Fortunately, Zhao Guangxian was quick to act and helped in time.
"Comrade, you forgot your hammer at our house." The little girl swallowed and handed the hammer to Zhao Guangxian.
"Okay, thank you." Zhao Guangxian, the "mute", finally managed to speak.
This was the first sentence Wang Xiaocui heard Zhao Guangxian say.
This is what his voice sounded like.
What kind of thing? - Wang Xiaocui thought about it.
Like a drum, the sound can make the ears ring and then reach people's hearts.
Look at the person again, he has thick eyebrows and big eyes.
I just finished working on a table, and there are beads of sweat on my face and Adam's apple.
Wang Xiaocui had the urge to wipe the sweat off his face and neck with a towel.
Zhao Guangxian's face became hotter and hotter when Wang Xiaocui looked at him. He felt his face was hotter than the midday sun.
In Zhao Guangxian's eyes, she was still a little girl, too young to hide her feelings. Therefore, her feelings were all written on her face.
But she was a grown-up girl, and she didn't need to do any extra work. She only needed to put in a little effort to win Zhao Guangxian's soul.
So the story of two people began.
Of course Wang Xiaocui's father would not agree.
Even if you search the whole village with your eyes closed, you won't find someone like Zhao Guangxian's family. But his daughter is so smart that she is determined to go to Zhao Guangxian's house.
Let’s not talk about the issue of poverty for now. Even Wang Xiaocui’s father couldn’t stand the humiliating look of not being able to fart even with a single needle.
Therefore, when Zhao Guangxian and Wang Xiaocui got married, not only was there no dowry, but no one from the Wang family was present.
After getting married, Wang Xiaocui of course lived with her in-laws.
The family is big but the ingredients are small.
If there was a delicious bite, two pieces would be cut into it and given to the parents-in-law, and the rest would be eaten by Zhao Guangxian's brothers and sisters.
After all, Zhao Guangxian was still young and strong. He did carpentry work every day and didn't eat well. Wang Xiaocui was worried when she saw this.
So I came up with the idea of mixing white flour and corn flour together to make steamed buns.
This way everyone can eat white flour buns more often.
Every time she made steamed buns, she would secretly wrap a few in lotus leaves and leave them for Zhao Guang to eat first.
Otherwise, with Zhao Guangxian going out early and coming back late, he would never be able to eat a steamed bun made of white flour.
So, when she lived with her in-laws, she stayed.
Even after her parents-in-law passed away and she had more children, she stayed.
Wang Xiaocui and Zhao Guangxian had four children in total.
Therefore, I am even more reluctant to eat it.
The leftovers can be given to Zhao Guangxian or to the children.
Every time Zhao Guang asked Wang Xiaocui to eat first, Wang Xiaocui said she had already eaten.
Even if Zhao Guang had deliberately left some for Wang Xiaocui, Wang Xiaocui would not have eaten it. Only when it had grown mold did she throw away the bad part and eat the remaining good part.
Later on, life became less difficult and people could afford to eat white flour buns without mixing them with corn flour.
When they were old, the children were lucky enough to catch up with the factory recruiting workers in Fuyuan County.
They all became workers and their lives were better, but she was gone.
Zhao Guangxian never said sweet words in his life, but he knew how good Xiao Cui was.
After Xiao Cui left, he became depressed.
After knowing that I was sick, I felt not only worry and fear, but also a little bit of anticipation.
If I leave early, I can reduce the burden on my children and visit Xiao Cui earlier. How great is that.
When he saw her again, he would make sure to let her eat some hot white flour steamed buns.
And he must exchange with Xiao Cui and give all the delicious food to Xiao Cui.
Zhao Guangxian broke off another piece of steamed bun and put it in his mouth. Zhao Pingzhi didn't expect that his father actually started eating this tasteless steamed bun.
Now Zhao Pingzhi no longer complained about Xiang Qinghao.
"Boss, do you still remember the taste of the baked buns your mother made?" The old man asked while eating slowly without stopping.
Who still remembers the things from childhood? I remember that the steamed buns were made of two kinds of flour. They were hard and tasted bad. They were not as delicious as the steamed buns made of pure white flour.
Zhao Pingzhi held his glasses and said hesitantly, "I have...some impression."
Zhao Guangxian glanced at Zhao Pingzhi and knew he wasn't telling the truth. "Your mother couldn't bear to eat it herself."
Zhao Pingzhi: "I know this." Not liking to eat doesn't mean you don't understand your mother's painstaking efforts.
"What do the steamed buns baked by this little girl taste like?" Zhao Guangkuan was still eating, but he didn't know what they tasted like.
"It tastes better than the one my mom bakes." Zhao Pingzhi told the truth.
Zhao Guangkuan paused with the steamed bun near his mouth and looked at the steamed bun in his other hand.
"You said... the doctors in the provincial capital are more skilled than those here. If I go and see them, I'll probably be able to tell what these steamed buns taste like. Otherwise, they can't compare to the ones your mom makes."
After saying that, Zhao Guangkuan continued to put the steamed bun in his hand into his mouth, wanting to taste what it tasted like.
It felt like he was talking to his son, but also like he was talking to himself.
Zhao Pingzhi immediately showed an expression of surprise on his face.
"Yes, Dad, it will definitely work. Once you go there and are cured, you'll be able to taste the difference between the steamed buns here and the ones Mom bakes."
Zhao Guangkuan swallowed the last bite of the steamed bun in his hand, but still couldn't taste it.
"Then go ahead. I want to know what this toasted bun tastes like."
"Okay, we'll go tomorrow. Dad, after you get better, I'll come here with you to eat toasted buns."
Xiang Qinghao was a little far away from the father and son's dining table. She couldn't hear what they were saying, and she was not in the mood to listen.
Just as he was sitting there bored, he heard Zhao Pingzhi's loud voice shouting, "Boss, here are the gold coins for you."
Xiang Qing was shocked and looked at the gold coins in her system card.
"I see. Come back after you've finished eating." Xiang Qing went through the goodbye process very routinely.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Pingzhi came over and spoke to Xiang Qing seriously.
"You must come. You don't know how much help your baked buns have given me."
"Before, I was upset when I saw you didn't add any toppings to the steamed buns as I asked. Now it seems like it was the right thing to do. My dad loves it."
"Besides, because of this steamed bun, he agreed to go to the hospital in the provincial capital for treatment."
Xiang Qing was also happy when she heard it: "Really, this is a good thing."
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