Chapter 770: Can't Think It Through
Among the four people who came together, the only one who met was Ling Yuan, whom Gu Ying met only after marrying Xie Fei.
The other three either grew up with Ling Yuan or were alumni of the same school, so they were all familiar with each other.
Seeing Ling Yuan's situation, even though they weren't the type to take the initiative to comfort others, they couldn't help but speak up:
“Ling Yuan…”
The three of them paused at the same time because their voices were too unified.
There was a brief silence in the room. Fu Jingyou took the first step, put his hand on Ling Yuan's shoulder, and led him to the table to sit down.
"Don't just look at yourself, but also look at your parents. We are not young anymore. We should stand up to the sky and stand on our own feet. Don't let your parents worry about you."
It was rare for Xie Fei to reach a consensus with him. They sat on a bench, one on each side, with Ling Yuan sandwiched in the middle, to try to persuade him.
"If you have any unhappiness in your heart, tell us everything today. We will have a good chat with you. If there is a problem, we will solve it. Let's work together. Don't keep it in your heart..."
As he chattered on, Fu Jingyou waved his free hand behind his waist.
Lu Miao understood and left the main room with Gu Ying.
For some topics, perhaps we can be more relaxed when only people of the same sex are present.
They couldn't just stand outside the house stupidly.
Thinking that Ling Yuan probably hadn't eaten well recently, the two of them hit it off and said hello to Ling's mother, asking to make something to eat.
Ling's mother nodded repeatedly in cooperation and brought out some pickled meat from the house and a duck that had been frozen in a large vat in the yard before the New Year.
Speaking of which, the duck was bought back on the farm using the work points of internal cadres.
It was originally said that it was stewed for Liu Wenpei to eat.
Who would have thought that such a good year would lead to so much trouble?
Ling's mother wiped away her tears calmly, without saying anything else. She just tried to force a smile and let them watch.
Lu Miao was not very good at using the Ling family's kitchen knife. He tried to chop off half of the duck meat several times but failed to do so.
Gu Ying was getting anxious watching from the side, so she simply pushed her aside and did it herself.
Lu Miao rubbed his nose and didn't fight with her.
After washing my hands, I sat there picking garlic and picking the dried chilies that were dried last year.
I wrote a note to Lingyuan for roast duck before.
It may have something to do with that note. The Ling family has a complete range of seasonings and spices.
After Gu Ying cut the duck meat into pieces, Lu Miao took over and did a simple blanching process.
Then sauté the scallions, ginger, garlic and dried chilies, add the duck meat and stir-fry until the duck oil comes out and the duck meat changes color.
Add a little soy sauce and a spoonful of homemade bean paste, then stir-fry until evenly mixed.
Lu Miao poured some of the half-jar of rice wine on the side of the stove into the pot, slammed the lid on it, and let the fire simmer.
While she was busy cooking, Gu Ying was quick and nimble and had already prepared half a bowl of mixed noodle paste.
When the pot started to sizzle with steam, Lu Miao opened the lid and Gu Ying cooperated with her by quickly putting a circle of whole grain cakes on the edge of the pot.
The portion is generous and just one dish is enough.
Lu Miao didn't touch the pickled meat and left it on the chopping board, waiting for Ling's mother to collect it and hang it up again later.
As the fragrance wafted over from their side, people started to poke their heads out from the main hall door and complain of being hungry.
"It will be ready soon."
Gu Ying responded, opened the lid of the pot, and deftly took out the whole grain cakes:
"It smells so good! You're such a great cook~!"
"I didn't put too much spice in it, so you can eat a few more bites without worry."
"Um?"
Gu Ying paused and turned her head to look at Lu Miao:
"You know I don't eat spicy food?"
“I haven’t really paid much attention to it.”
Lu Miao didn't take it seriously and said with a smile:
"When we were in the south, whenever there was spicy food, you would always eat slowly and always drink water. I also heard that you guys are good at eating and generally don't eat anything too strong, so I roughly guessed it."
This is not something that can be roughly guessed.
This is quite an observation.
The year was not good, so people in Shanghai didn’t say that they ate very fine food, but it is true that they prefer light food.
Gu Ying is from Shanghai and grew up there, so naturally her taste tends to be lighter.
I just went there to work in the countryside. Life was hard in the countryside and there was not much to eat. I had to eat some heavy food for three meals a day, which was barely enough to make me feel satisfied.
Lu Miao explained it casually, but Gu Ying took it to heart and was quite moved.
"Everyone used to say you were careless, but in my opinion, you're the most careful person."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
Lu Miao waved his hands proudly.
Gu Ying smiled and said, "That's right."
The two smiled at each other, one brought the dishes and the other brought the rice cake to the main room.
Drinking a little wine can help you sleep and relieve stress.
Lu Miao walked out after a while and took the remaining rice wine from the kitchen.
I don’t know what the men were talking about just now, but Ling Yuan is obviously in a much better state.
Although he was still hunched over, there was at least a bright smile on his face.
Occasionally he would touch the back of his head and laugh out loud.
Ling Yuan hadn't eaten properly for a while. Now he had the main course and staple food in front of him, and the bowls and chopsticks were placed at his side.
Glancing at the concerned faces around the table, Ling Yuan was the first to pick up his chopsticks. He unceremoniously took a whole duck leg from the bowl and took a big bite.
"It smells so good! Let's eat together and talk while we eat!"
Fu Jingyou smiled comfortably and poured three cups of wine.
They each got a bowl of tea, and he and Xie Fei accompanied Ling Yuan to eat and chat slowly.
Lu Miao smiled pretty, and she felt relieved after entering the house.
Seeing Ling Yuan's actions, her smile gradually faded, and she suddenly couldn't stretch out the chopsticks in her hand.
As Gu Ying said at that time, she has always been the most careful one.
That's true.
Several people at the table, including Fu Jingyou, seemed to be intimidated by Ling Yuan.
But she noticed something.
People who are truly depressed are very unlikely to tell others that they are depressed.
In order not to worry the people they care about, they try hard to appear positive and unrestrained.
Trying hard to look normal.
But in fact, it may be like a hollow sycamore tree in essence.
They are trying their best to hold on until the day they can no longer hold on.
Or maybe it wasn't that serious yet, but when Lu Miao thought about that possibility, he felt a lump in his throat.
Unconsciously, she probably really regarded Ling Yuan as a friend.
So acid started to come out of my mouth uncontrollably and my nose started to feel sore.
Hiding her discomfort, she lowered her head and took a bite of her whole grain poop. She realized she couldn't hold back her tears, so she stood up quickly.
"I'll go get a bowl and save some duck meat for Uncle Ling and Auntie."
"good."
…
Lu Miao wiped away her tears in the kitchen, took a deep breath to calm herself down before taking the bowl out.
After that, everyone at the table started talking, but she ate quietly in small bites without saying a word.
Ling Yuan drank some wine and probably felt a little relaxed, his mood was obviously better.
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