"Nine Leaves Collection? Second Sister, you're also someone who faces the sea and enjoys spring blossoms?" Jiang Sheng hurriedly asked with a smile, not even bothering to look at the cover of the poetry collection.
"Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming?"
Zhao Xuehui was originally going to teach this guy with the restless eyes a lesson, but upon hearing these eight words, her eyes lit up, she murmured to herself, and then hurriedly asked:
Where did you see this sentence?
Upon seeing this, Jiang Sheng realized he was in trouble and had almost given himself away. This was a poem that Hai Zi wrote in 1989 and had not yet been published.
"Ahem, just saying, just saying."
He remembered that his second sister was a literary and artistic young woman who had always loved poetry.
Before she could ask any more questions, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Second sister, eldest sister isn't home for lunch. Shall I cook you some of my signature dishes? Let's reminisce about the past and appreciate the present?"
"Come on, with your skills, there's only bitterness and no sweetness. Just sit still and I'll make you something new."
As expected, the second sister's attention was diverted, and she complained irritably.
It is said that children from poor families mature early, and Jiang Sheng's maturity is quite evident in other things, but when it comes to cooking, it seems that he is only good at nine out of ten things, and completely clueless about the remaining one.
Back in the production team days, farm work was very demanding, but no matter how busy Jiang's parents were, they would only ask Jiang Sheng to cook a meal. They would never dare to entrust him with stir-frying dishes, as they couldn't afford to waste food.
Jiang Sheng nodded helplessly. Cooking skills had always been his weakness, and there was nothing to argue about.
The second sister got up and went to the kitchen.
Jiang Sheng then lay down on the bed, smelling the faint lingering fragrance on the sheets, and looked at the poetry collection in his hand, his mind gradually becoming active.
He recalled that the 1980s was a time when poetry flourished, and poets were like today's top celebrities, adored by millions.
In his previous life, due to his work, he was quite accomplished in modern poetry. Whether he was a plagiarist or an original writer, in this era of flourishing poetry, it seemed he could make a living.
He was holding a book of poems, seemingly lost in thought.
Before long, Zhao Xuehui had quickly prepared lunch.
"Great poet, dinner's ready."
Jiang Sheng responded, then reluctantly got up from the fragrant bed and went to the dining room, which was simply partitioned off with floral fabric.
"Second sister, what's this?"
Looking at the two plates on the old wooden table covered with a floral cloth, Jiang Sheng was somewhat puzzled.
Zhao Xuehui, holding a pot in one hand and placing a large piece of meat into each of the two plates, said with a beaming smile, "Today I'll treat you to something special, a steak!"
Jiang Sheng was naturally familiar with steak, though he had become sick of it in later generations.
But in 1984, regardless of whether they had the economic means, at least 99% of people wouldn't have been aware of this, since very few people had contact with the outside world at that time.
Zhao Xuehui found two small knives of different lengths, wiped them with a clean dishcloth, and handed one to Jiang Sheng.
Forks are hard to find these days.
"Come on, let your second sister teach you how to eat this thing."
Jiang Sheng awkwardly held a knife in one hand and chopsticks in the other, following his second sister's movements to cut, pick up, and put into his mouth.
"How does it taste?" Zhao Xuehui asked expectantly.
"Mmm!" Jiang Sheng swallowed the beef in his mouth, gave a thumbs up, and exclaimed loudly, "Delicious!"
"Hehehe." The second sister laughed happily.
Actually, steak without various sauces and lemon flavoring doesn't taste very good, and it even has a slightly fishy smell.
But in this era of scarcity, Jiang Sheng was undoubtedly moved that his second sister was willing to take out such a large piece of beef just to broaden his horizons.
Zhao Xuehui awkwardly cut the beef. She was familiar with chopsticks and had no problem with knives and forks, but the combination of knife and chopsticks was indeed a bit of a fusion of Chinese and Western styles.
"Here you go! Xiaosheng, you're still growing, eat more to grow stronger!"
Zhao Xuehui kept putting the sliced beef into Jiang Sheng's plate.
Jiang Sheng buried his face in his mouth and wolfed down his food. Compared to being polite to his second sister, he knew how to make her happier.
The two enjoyed their unique lunch in high spirits, and Jiang Sheng took the initiative to clean up the mess.
The second sister then prepared to change her clothes and go out.
"Xiaosheng, your second sister has something to do this afternoon, so she won't be home with you."
"Hey? Second sister, aren't you off today?" Jiang Sheng popped his head out of the kitchen and asked in confusion.
"Children should refrain from interfering in adults' affairs."
Jiang Sheng sensed something was wrong, so he quickly dropped the rag and went outside.
Jiang Sheng's eyes lit up when he saw his second sister's outfit.
My second sister has always had a stunning figure, but it's not usually noticeable under her simple light green work clothes.
But now, with her hair slightly tied up, a few strands of hair hanging down made her face look small and delicate, making her look incredibly pure!
She wore a pristine white shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing her smooth, flawless collarbone. Her elegant neck and rounded chest, accentuated by the collarbone, created a sensual curve. The hem of the shirt was tied in a knot, neatly gathered at her slender waist.
Her lower body was clad in a dark green short skirt that didn't reach her knees, and the way her two long, straight legs swayed as she moved forward was breathtaking.
Oh, and my second sister even wore black stockings, which made her already flawless legs even more alluring.
Isn't this just the pure desire style of later generations?
Seeing Jiang Sheng's stunned expression, Zhao Xuehui curled her lips, leaned closer to Jiang Yu's face, and asked softly, "Does Second Sister look pretty?"
At this distance, Jiang Sheng could even feel the warm breath exhaled from his second sister's mouth.
"So...beautiful." Jiang Sheng swallowed hard, his throat dry.
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