A simple laugh could be heard through the hazy mist.
"Didn't you smell it? Why don't you guess?"
Qin Qinghuai actually took a deep sniff.
"Don't kid me, go ahead and cut the chives."
Dumplings with chive filling?
Chives, eggs, huh?
I think there might also be shrimp... Oh my god, am I craving shrimp? I can actually smell it!
"My nose is still working quite well."
Do you like to eat shrimp?
Simplely, she used a strainer to scoop the dumplings out of the pot and poured them into a white porcelain plate. She thought to herself, "Thank goodness I made a lot today, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to eat them properly and would have been even more craving them."
"Come and get them, the dumplings are ready."
"Why!"
Qin Qinghuai put down the bowl and chopsticks, turned around and came out, asking as he did so.
"Why did you suddenly decide to make dumplings? You have to knead the dough and prepare the filling yourself, it's too much trouble. Wait for me to come back and we'll make them together."
"It's alright, I don't have anything to do at home anyway, so I'll save you the trouble when you come back. Come on in and try the filling I made, see how it is?"
Qin Qinghuai followed behind, carrying four plates of dumplings and two bowls of dumpling soup.
"I don't know what kind of filling you like. Try this first. If you don't like it, I'll make something else next time."
The moment he put the plate down, the man pinched a dumpling and popped it into his mouth; his eyes instantly lit up.
"Hmm? It really is shrimp?"
After saying that, he quickly grabbed two more dumplings and stuffed his mouth full.
Seeing this, Jian Dan understood perfectly well that this person clearly loved shrimp. So she was relieved. It was her carelessness that she hadn't eaten seafood since they got married, and she had forgotten to ask beforehand if he had any dietary restrictions or allergies.
"How does it taste?"
I know my own simple skills, and the only thing I can show off is the filling packets I have at home. However, people who cook always hope to be recognized.
The man didn't speak, but the way he wolfed down his food made his attitude very clear.
"Take your time, I've wrapped a lot, enough for you to eat."
After finishing half a plate of dumplings, Qin Qinghuai felt full and took a breather before slowing down.
"Hey, honey, you know what? I had no idea you were such a good cook! It smells amazing!"
I've been craving this for years, and I never expected you'd make it happen for me.
"That's an exaggeration, that's an exaggeration. Although the supplies are a bit scarce, this is the capital city. Aren't there plenty of good things there? A single shrimp shouldn't be that expensive, right?"
He stuffed two more in, and the man sighed with satisfaction.
"You don't know, I'm so busy that I don't get to go home very often. And when I do go home, my parents aren't always home. Even if I do happen to be home a couple of times, they're not that attentive. Besides, they're frugal and don't care much about food; as long as they can fill their stomachs, that's enough for them."
Many people are still hungry. As a grown man, I can't bring myself to say I'm craving food. After a while, I just think about it and let it go.
These words made Jian Dan feel a little sad. This man, who had both parents and was the youngest son in the family, and who lacked nothing, was living a life that was not as carefree as hers, an orphan girl, who couldn't even get what she wanted to eat.
It's true what they say, women all have a maternal instinct. In just a moment, Qin Qinghuai's image instantly transformed into that of a pitiful, unloved child, and Jian Dan started showering him with compliments.
"Don't talk nonsense. What's wrong with men? Don't men deserve to have things they like? It's okay, just tell me what you want to eat in the future, and I'll cook it for you. Well, maybe not. If I don't know how to cook it, I'll figure something out for you."
Qin Qinghuai felt a warm current in his heart; it was the feeling that someone cared about him. For someone in his thirties, it was still a novel experience.
"good."
After he had eaten most of his food, I put some more in his bowl.
"Take your time eating, don't rush. I'll make you another one next time you want some."
"Um,"
The man lowered his head to eat, and seemed to choke up slightly.
Jian Dan either didn't hear it, or perhaps she did but pretended not to, continuing to hand over the dumpling soup without stopping.
"Eat slowly, have a sip of dumpling soup to help you relax,"
Qin Qinghuai took the bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. He vaguely sensed that the man's eyes seemed a little red.
She pursed her lips; men are all about saving face, so she decided not to expose him.
"Are you full?"
"Hmm, are you full?"
"??"
Isn't it obvious?
She sensed with simple sensitivity that he seemed to have something to say.
"What's wrong? Are there still people who haven't eaten these dumplings? Is there not enough?"
Qin Qinghuai exhaled and smiled.
"If you're full, I'd like to send these dumplings to Xiao Yi to try. During that time, after drinking corn porridge in the canteen every day, the two of us would patrol while imagining when we could have a meal of chive and shrimp dumplings."
I don't know why, but I wanted to eat this during that time. But the army definitely didn't have the resources. Even in Beijing, it's hard to find this even if you have the money.
Once, when Xiao Yi was on vacation, he even went to our doorstep, thinking that if he ran into my family and they asked him if there was anything he wanted to eat, he would tell them. But after waiting all day, the old folks went to a meeting and he didn't see anyone.
Not wanting to disappoint me, he spent half a day pestering the head chef at the state-run restaurant and worked for him all day. They made him stir-fried river shrimp that he wanted to take home. Excited, he ran back to the army in the middle of the night. We lay on the training ground and ate them one by one. They were the best shrimp we had ever eaten.
Over the years, whether it was training or being deliberately ostracized and suppressed, this is almost our best memory.
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