"Where are ours?" Shen Heng looked around for a long time but couldn't see any new blankets.
"I haven't even started washing yet. It's the middle of summer, no rush," Bai Jiaojiao said.
Shen Heng put down the down pillow he was holding, slightly disappointed: "Oh..."
"Alright, we'll make dumplings tonight. I've already made them. Go and start the fire."
Bai Jiaojiao patted Shen Heng's arm. Upon hearing that there would be dumplings to eat, Shen Heng's expression improved considerably, and he no longer looked disappointed.
What kind of filling is it?
"Tomato and egg filling."
"Persimmons can be used to make dumplings! Are they edible?" This was the first time Shen Heng had ever heard of such a thing.
The tomatoes in their yard that had just ripened this year, and a few of them had turned red, so Bai Jiaojiao picked them.
"If fish can be used to make dumplings, why can't tomatoes?"
Bai Jiaojiao couldn't stand mackerel dumplings the most; she didn't like them and didn't want to get her hands covered in fishy smell when making them.
Shen Heng went to the kitchen and saw the dumplings that Bai Jiaojiao had made. The thin dumpling wrappers revealed the red tomatoes through them.
After living with Bai Jiaojiao for so long, this is the first time Shen Heng has discovered that Bai Jiaojiao intends to poison him.
But he still gritted his teeth and cooked them anyway. He boiled a pot of water, poured the dumplings in with a "glug-glug" sound, and then stood by the stove with his hands on his hips, watching and stirring them occasionally.
Bai Jiaojiao came in and saw Shen Heng staring seriously at the dumplings bubbling in the pot.
"Heng-ge, what are you looking at?"
"Let's see if this pot of dumplings can poison me." Shen Heng said this with a hint of grievance and a hint of righteous indignation.
It's like they're saying, "If you want to drug me to death, then drug me to death."
Bai Jiaojiao laughed until tears streamed down her face: "These dumplings are so delicious, really, I used a lot of eggs."
The tomatoes grown in the garden taste great and are perfectly ripe. When Bai Jiaojiao cut them open, she could smell a strong sweet and sour aroma. This juice, when soaked in an egg and wrapped into a dumpling, makes for a burst of broth with every bite.
Bai Jiaojiao found it delicious just thinking about it.
"Can't you city folks eat something better? Just chop up some persimmons and make a cold salad. It's not like we can't afford sugar."
Shen Heng made a couple of sarcastic remarks, and Bai Jiaojiao said, "If you don't like it, then don't eat it. Go and make some steamed buns for yourself later."
"Why shouldn't I eat them?" Shen Heng protested again. "I raised these persimmons from scratch. If I don't eat them, who will? Besides, you made so many dumplings. If we can't finish them, they'll just clump together for the second meal. I'll eat two for you!"
Bai Jiaojiao was amused by Shen Heng, and she really didn't know what was going on in this person's head.
The dumplings were served, and Shen Heng picked up his chopsticks, then paused for a moment.
Seeing him like this, Bai Jiaojiao was both annoyed and amused. She picked up a piece of food and put it to his mouth. Shen Heng opened his mouth and ate it without thinking.
Chew.
Good heavens, there are dumplings like this?
Why was Bai Jiaojiao so reluctant to feed him before?
It really tastes good.
It seems his wife still loves him and doesn't intend to poison him.
"Is it delicious?" Bai Jiaojiao asked.
Shen Heng swallowed the dumpling: "I couldn't taste it. Feed me another one."
Bai Jiaojiao knew he was being unreasonable again, so she glared at him and said, "Eat it or don't, it's up to you."
Then Bai Jiaojiao started eating by herself, and it tasted just as she had imagined, or even better.
Shen Heng didn't lose face. When Bai Jiaojiao ignored him, he immediately picked up his chopsticks and started eating heartily.
"Aren't you afraid I'll poison you to death?" Bai Jiaojiao asked deliberately.
"Let him die from the poison, let's not waste food."
Bai Jiaojiao laughed so hard that her stomach, which had just been full, started to hurt.
Shen Heng devoured the dumplings in a whirlwind, leaving not a single one behind.
"Hey, if you don't like it, the rest of the tomatoes are ripe, so I'll just make a cold salad as you suggested."
"No!"
"What's wrong? Didn't you not like it?"
Shen Heng raised an eyebrow and glanced at Bai Jiaojiao: "Why are you still harping on her? It's delicious, it's delicious, isn't that enough? My Jiaojiao is so amazing, she's so good at making dumplings. Next time, make some for Heng-ge."
Shen Heng was incredibly adept at coaxing people, and Bai Jiaojiao was too embarrassed to continue arguing with him.
"Clean the table, wash the pots, and I'm going to lie down on the kang for a while."
Bai Jiaojiao left her seat as she spoke, and Shen Heng curled his lip and resigned himself to clearing the table.
Look how spoiled he's become with his wife.
Shen Heng happily tidied up the table and saw Bai Jiaojiao fiddling with the radio.
There's a radio station called "Amateur Foreign Language Broadcast Lectures," which starts broadcasting every evening at 6:30. The two of them listen to it for a while every night.
Bai Jiaojiao said that learning English cannot rely solely on memorizing textbooks, especially for someone like Shen Heng who started learning halfway through without a foundation. If he doesn't listen to authentic pronunciation, then learning it will be a waste of time.
After a hearty meal and drinks, he lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), his fragrant and soft wife embracing him, listening to people on the radio spouting nonsense. Shen Heng couldn't have been more comfortable.
He held Bai Jiaojiao in one arm and fanned her with a palm-leaf fan in the other, afraid that his wife would find it too hot and stop letting him hold her.
They have already studied all the high school textbooks once, and all that's left is to review.
In her previous life, Bai Jiaojiao was under a lot of pressure and time was very short. She didn't pass the college entrance examination in the first year it was reinstated.
Now that Shen Heng is studying with her, the two of them discussing things together is equivalent to studying twice. Bai Jiaojiao is filled with wonderful hopes for her and Shen Heng's future, which makes her study more energetic and confident.
Two days later, Bai Shibao's letter arrived.
Bai Jiaojiao looked at the pile of milk coupons and the tasks Bai Shibao had assigned her, feeling both amused and exasperated.
In addition to the 100 yuan she sent, Bai Shibao also mailed back the 20 yuan allowance he had saved. After deducting the 30 yuan she had contributed, the remaining 90 yuan was enough to buy raw materials.
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