Chapter 72 It’s snowing, time to get up, get up, there’s food to eat.
Mingdai sniffed, wiped away her tears, suppressed the sobs in her throat, turned around and walked out without saying anything.
She lit the stove, put the pot on the stove, and took out her small oil bottle and spice jar.
After pouring the oil, he went to the pile of debris at the back and took out five pheasant eggs and a handful of noodles.
Aunt Huang had just finished washing up and came over. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Mingdai with red eyes.
"Sister Xiao Ming, what's wrong with you?"
Mrs. Huang was a little anxious. Why did his eyes turn red after not seeing him for a while?
Mingdai shook her head without saying anything. Seeing that the oil was hot, she started to beat the eggs into the pot.
“Sizzle!”
The boiling fat wrapped the egg liquid, and in the sizzling symphony, it tore open light sunflowers.
Mrs. Huang was like in a dream, watching the educated youth Xiao Ming crack five eggs in one breath.
Her mother-in-law always says that she is a spendthrift, but she has never seen the real spendthrift!
Behind the firewood pile, Zhou Sinian's ears moved and he sniffed lightly. The familiar sizzling sound and fragrance made him a little confused.
It’s snowing, how can there be food?
When each egg was fried into a golden brown, Mingdai scooped out the boiling water from the big pot and added it into the small stove.
After tumbling for a few moments, the poached eggs rose and fell in the milky white soup, like five goldfish playing in the water, very cute.
The fragrance was already coming out. Zhou Sinian sniffed and placed his hand under the quilt on his stomach.
After one night, the hole had sunk in, waiting to be filled with new food.
The distinct strands of noodles dripped down the edge of the pot, and Mrs. Huang swallowed her saliva.
A handful of noodles, about a pound, was put in all at once?!
Oh my god!
Look, I’m really not a spendthrift wife!
Mingdai prepared this meal very devoutly. She wanted to show Zhou Sinian with practical actions that it is possible to have a full meal even if it snows.
The noodles floated up and down, and soon, a pot of fragrant noodles was ready.
Mingdai picked some garlic sprouts she had grown, chopped them into fine pieces and sprinkled them into the soup.
The snow-white soup, the white noodles, the golden poached eggs and the green garlic sprouts made Mrs. Huang's saliva uncontrollably flow out.
But Mingdai took out another small bottle, and as soon as she opened it, Mrs. Huang couldn't help swallowing her saliva.
A few drops of sesame oil fell into the pot, and the whole pot of noodles was instantly sublime!
Liu Guoqiang was also attracted by the aroma and was stunned by the pot full of noodles.
Xiao Ming, the educated youth, is this too late? !
Mingdai was very satisfied. She found Zhou Sinian's rice bowl, first scooped out more than half of the bowl of noodles, then put in all the poached eggs, and then scooped in two spoonfuls of soup.
After looking at the noodles in the rice bowl with satisfaction, she carried the bowl into the back of the shed.
Zhou Sinian was still lying on the ground, but his brows were furrowed, as if he had encountered some difficulties.
Ming Daiteng took action and turned on the emergency light he had placed aside, and instantly the small shed lit up.
Zhou Sinian looked at Mingdai quietly, at the steaming rice bowl in her hand.
Mingdai lowered her body so that he could see into the rice bowl, and what he saw was a layer of golden fried eggs.
The next moment, his stomach rumbled and Zhou Sinian swallowed.
Ming Dai looked at him tenderly and said softly, "Zhou Sinian, it's snowing. You need to get up. Get up. There's food to eat."
Zhou Sinian stared at her blankly, watching her face gradually become blurred by the steam.
He sat up, reached out his hand and touched the outside of the rice bowl.
The scorching temperature made his fingertips tremble.
Slowly, Mingdai handed him the rice bowl. Zhou Sinian held the bowl and looked at it for a while, and could clearly feel the aroma of rice coming towards him.
A feeling of joy surged in his chest, then rushed out of his throat and poured into his mouth, creating a smile on his face.
Ming Dai handed him the chopsticks and said softly, "Eat."
Turned around and walked out.
Zhou Sinian picked up the chopsticks with great concentration, picked up a piece of fried egg, and took a careful bite.
The familiar aroma of egg bloomed in his mouth, and he couldn't stop taking one mouthful after another, one chopstick after another, until he finished the last sip of the soup.
It's snowing, it's time to get up. Get up, there's food to eat.
On the first snowy day with Mingdai by his side, Zhou Sinian remembered these words.
Mingdai stood behind the firewood pile, listening to the sound of him slurping noodles, tears falling silently.
She knew that she was out of control and had lost her mind, but she was really sad and distressed.
Mrs. Huang looked inside the shed with some worry, not knowing what had happened, but always feeling that she shouldn't have gone there.
After a while, Mingdai came out. Although her eyes were still red, her face was full of smiles.
"Sister-in-law, Accountant Liu! Hurry up and get a bowl, the noodles in the pot are about to get burnt!"
Mrs. Huang and Accountant Liu didn't expect that they would be included, so they waved their hands embarrassedly.
In the past, they could have just eaten some dry food, but they really couldn't afford to return a gift like noodles!
Ming Dai smiled and shook her head: "It's snowing today, I'm happy! I'll treat you, sister-in-law and Accountant Liu, please give me some face, let's have a bowl of noodles together to celebrate!"
After saying this, he went to get the three people's bowls to serve noodles.
Mrs. Huang looked at the snowflakes that were still falling and didn't quite understand. What was there to celebrate if it was snowing?
But the two of them remembered the noodles on that day for a long time. It was something they missed very much every winter.
When the three of them had finished eating, Zhou Sinian came out holding the rice bowl.
Ming Dai slurped the noodles and looked at him, crooked her beautiful eyes and said: "We have finished all the noodles, do you want some more noodle soup?"
Zhou Sinian nodded obediently and poured all the noodle soup in the small pot into the rice bowl.
Then he held the rice bowl and squeezed next to Mingdai, looking at the fire in the stove and drinking noodle soup.
Mrs. Huang looked at the two of them and curled up the corners of her mouth unconsciously. Although the contrast between the tall and short was obvious, she just liked them no matter how she looked at them.
How strange!
On this day, Ming Dai fed Zhou Sinian all kinds of food, including roasted sugar-fried chestnuts, peeled them and placed them in a small bowl before handing them to him.
I heated up a small pot of cornmeal dumplings and steamed cakes and placed it next to him so he could eat as he pleased.
I gave him a big bag of pine nut candy, which was always limited in quantity, without telling him to eat in moderation.
Zhou Sinian happily followed Mingdai and felt that there was nothing happier than a snowy day.
There are so many things to eat!
I hope it snows tomorrow too! I hope it snows every day from now on!
Seeing the emptiness and silence in Zhou Sinian's eyes replaced by happiness, Ming Dai also breathed a sigh of relief. She took him to take out the charcoal that had been stored before, found a leaky enamel basin, covered it with a layer of charcoal and lit it.
Fill the pot with water, add a pack of dried ginger and two pieces of fresh ginger, cook over high heat for 20 minutes, then transfer to a large clay pot.
After the fire was lit, Zhou Sinian held the clay pot, Liu Guoqiang carried the charcoal basin, and Huang Saozi and Mingdai carried a stack of bowls and ladles, and walked towards the construction site in the wind and snow.
The cold wind blew along the way, and the snowflakes swayed in the wind, reluctant to fall to the ground.
The snow on the ground was very thick, and it squeaked when stepped on. Mingdai walked steadily, following Zhou Sinian's footsteps, step by step, steadily moving forward.