On Chen Jianguo's side, he led people to push a wooden cart and clear out all the silt.
While he was resting on the side, Political Commissar Zhou came over to check his work.
Political Commissar Zhou: "I saw you were more energetic than usual this morning. Have you reconciled with your wife recently?"
Chen Jianguo stood up straight, saluted, and reported: "We have been doing well."
Political Commissar Zhou saw that he was too serious, which made him feel embarrassed.
He was just chatting with him casually.
Political Commissar Zhou: “Why are you taking this so seriously?
I heard from one of your soldiers that your wife can make some kind of green fairy tofu, which is said to be more delicious than meat. Go back and ask your wife when she can make it, and ask her to bring your sister-in-law to school to learn it."
It’s not that Political Commissar Zhou is greedy, but when he was young, he lived in a farmer’s house, and the farmer’s wife made green tofu for him.
He could hardly remember the experience of eating it several decades ago, but he remembered that it tasted better than meat.
Chen Jianguo: "My wife will make it this afternoon. I'll send some to you this afternoon."
"Okay, let her teach your sister-in-law how to make it. This can be considered as a bitter memory meal. I'm getting old and suddenly I remember the taste."
Chen Jianguo heard a hint of melancholy in Political Commissar Zhou's words.
Political Commissar Zhou looked up at the rolling black clouds above his head and said, "Let's just clean it up and wait and see what happens tomorrow.
It looks like it will rain again soon. If it does, the vegetable fields will be submerged.”
Political Commissar Zhou walked away muttering to himself. Chen Jianguo's face was covered in mud. Like Political Commissar Zhou, he also raised his head to look at the thick black clouds overhead.
Since Xu Zhaodi started working in the state-owned restaurant, her family has basically not wasted much rice and flour, and the previous bag of white flour has basically not been touched.
She kneaded the dough, rolled it out skillfully, spread oil, salt and green onions on it, rolled it up and cut it into small pieces, flattened them, put them in the pan, and fried them until both sides were golden brown.
She made about twenty scallion pancakes, and by the time the pancakes were done, the tofu was also ready.
She also stir-fried a plate of spicy and sour cabbage, made braised eggplant, and cut a plate of pickled chayote.
After being made into pickles, the chayote has a crisp texture and goes well with rice when drizzled with vinegar and chili oil.
Chen Jianguo hadn't come back yet at this time, so Xu Zhaodi sent some to Jiang Wan first.
Jiang Wan, leaning on a crutch, hopped on one foot to open the door.
As soon as the door is opened, the first thing you see is the golden scallion pancakes and the lush green tofu.
"Wow, it smells so good, Sister Zhaodi, you are so kind to me, you really made divine tofu."
Xu Zhaodi smiled, went into the house, put the plates and bowls on the table, then turned around and helped Jiang Wan again.
"Why are you being so polite to me? Just tell me what you want to eat and I'll make it for you when I have time."
Jiang Wan sat at the dinner table with red eyes, and looked so aggrieved that it was really pitiful.
"Sister Zhaodi, I miss my mom."
When people are hurt, their psychology becomes sensitive and fragile, and it is normal to miss home.
Xu Zhaodi patted Jiang Wan's back gently.
"When your leg is healed, come back and see them."
Jiang Wan wiped away her tears, nodded and forced herself to hold them back.
Xu Zhaodi hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did Zhang Qingdong bully you?"
"No, he was very nice to me and even made me fried eggs for lunch.
I just miss my mom when I see you making scallion pancakes."
"Okay, okay, stop crying and eat quickly."
Jiang Wan shook her head: "I won't eat. I'll wait for Brother Qingdong to come back before I eat."
Xu Zhaodi looked helpless. Women in love are always the stupidest.
"Then I'll get you a bowl. Eat some tofu to fill your stomach. This time I added fried black sesame seeds and walnuts. It tastes better than last time."
Jiang Wan's eyes lit up. Xu Zhaodi took a bowl and a spoon and served Jiang Wan half a bowl of green tofu.
Jiang Wan took a bite and felt very satisfied with the cool taste.
She hadn't finished her half bowl of tofu when she heard the heavy footsteps and voices of a group of men in the building.
Xu Zhaodi said: "They should have finished their work. I brought you these cakes and vegetables. It should be enough for the two of you. If not, come to me for more."
"Thank you, Sister Zhaodi."
"Don't be polite to me."
As Xu Zhaodi went out, she happened to meet Zhang Qingdong who was about to open the door with his key.
Zhang Qingdong was stunned and called "sister-in-law". After going up a few steps, Chen Jianguo paused and turned around to see Xu Zhaodi coming out of Zhang Qingdong's house.
The two looked at each other, and without asking any questions, Chen Jianguo knew that she was the one who took care of Jiang Wan.
If anyone dares to say anything bad about his wife in front of him, he will beat him up with his fists.
Chen Jianguo stood aside waiting for Xu Zhaodi to go upstairs. Seeing that his face and body were covered with mud, Xu Zhaodi couldn't help feeling distressed.
It's really not easy for them.
Chen Jianguo gave Xu Zhaodi a flattering smile and scratched his buzz cut embarrassedly.
He raised his hand and saw that his palm was covered with mud. He embarrassedly hid his hand behind his back.
Xu Zhaodi just glanced at him and said softly, "Go home first."
As soon as the two entered the door, Chen Jianguo's stomach growled twice.
He wanted to hug her, but he was covered in mud, so he decided to wash himself first.
He could not move because of the delicious smell of food in the house. He could smell the fragrance downstairs, but he didn't know whose it was. Now he knew.
Xu Zhaodi saw that he was a little reserved, as if he had done something wrong.
"Why are you standing there like an idiot? Hurry up and wash up and eat."
"Oh, is the green tofu ready?"
"I did it, what's wrong?"
"The Political Commissar heard that your green tofu is delicious. He said he ate it once when he was young and wants to eat it now, so he asked you to go back and teach my sister-in-law."
Xu Zhaodi came into the kitchen to serve dishes. After hearing this, she took a step back and said with her head tilted: "Then you can bring some to him after you wash them. I'll do more."
"Okay, thank you, wife. You've worked hard."
When Chen Jianguo was washing up, he felt that he was very useless. He was like a different person in front of his wife, always trying to please her.
Anyway, he is now used to talking to her. If he goes back to the days when they were in a cold war when they lowered their heads, and in a cold war again when they raised their heads, he absolutely cannot bear it.
He is a grown man, and it won't really cost him his head if he lowers his head, so what's the big deal?
When Chen Jianguo came out of the bathroom, he had obviously transformed from a dirty clay man into a different person.
Xu Zhaodi found a box that was neither too big nor too small, which held exactly two bowls of green tofu. She also found a small bowl and put the sauce she had prepared in it.
"Hurry up and come back quickly."
Chen Jianguo's stomach growled again. He said pitifully, "Can I have a cake first? I'm starving."
Xu Zhaodi handed him a cake, and he indicated with his eyes that he had a bowl in his hand.
He opened his mouth wide and screamed. Xu Zhaodi came over and handed the biscuit to his mouth. He took a big bite and went out.
Xu Zhaodi smiled and continued to serve dishes to the table.
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