Chapter 17

There were a lot of books piled up in the kitchen. Qiao Wei tore up the books and set them on fire to ignite the firewood. It really worked.

She cooked in the kitchen while Yan Lei washed all the clothes he had taken off after taking a bath today. It is too easy to sweat in the summer, and clothes will smell if they are not washed frequently. Rub the collar and cuffs with soap and then put them in water several times.

For Yan Lei's physical fitness, this little work is nothing.

He was originally a rural boy and could do any work. Later, when the army was recruited, his family asked the village cadres to falsely report his age on the introduction letter so that he could join the army. It can be said that he grew up in the army and has a good physique and physical fitness.

He can even wash clothes faster than Qiao Wei cooks.

The clothes were all hung out to dry. He sniffed. It was strange. Why did the cooking smell so good today?

He wiped his hands with a towel and walked to the kitchen door to take a look.

Qiao Wei tore a lot of book pages and put them at her feet. From time to time, she threw a stack into the stove, and the flames grew bigger in an instant. Stir-frying over high heat, just looking at the fire and listening to the sizzling sound in the pot, you can smell the fragrance of the food.

But her arms seemed to be powerless, and it was a bit difficult to serve the food out of the pot at an angle.

But soon she rinsed the pot again and started to stir-fry the next dish.

Yan Lei held the towel and stared for a while.

If someone is ruthless to you, the food they cook will be perfunctory and make do, and it is hard to swallow. You can't eat at the same table, and you can't sleep on the same kang.

But now, although Qiao Wei had difficulty carrying the pot, she swung the shovel with a lively rhythm and full of energy.

It's just that she would change hands with the shovel from time to time and then swing her arms.

It's useless to be so tired just by washing clothes.

Yan Lei watched for a while and went back to the house.

As soon as he entered the study in the west room, he saw an empty space on the bookshelf. The bookshelf is not big and it was full before. Now there is a clear lack of space.

They were all moved to the kitchen for cooking.

Yan Lei still couldn't believe it. In the past, these books were her treasures and he was not allowed to touch them.

Turning his head to see Yan Xiang playing in the living room, he looked at the bookshelf again, randomly pulled out a book and opened it to read.

There are no such things as novice online articles in this era. Those that can be printed in lead type are carefully selected by the editors from countless submissions. Regardless of the content and the intention, at least the first one has excellent writing style and extraordinary literary talent.

Yan Lei was immersed in it as soon as he read it.

He didn't know how long he had been reading, but suddenly someone in the yard called him to eat. He pulled himself out of the book, suddenly came to his senses, and thought about what he had just read, and couldn't help frowning slightly. He

could indeed vaguely feel that there were some bad mental thoughts in those words.

He was not sure, and he felt that he had to take another look.

But Qiao Wei called "eat" outside, and he wanted to fold a corner first. It was so painful that he almost folded it. He remembered that it was because he folded the corner of her book that she thought he didn't take good care of the book, and she got angry and didn't allow him to touch her book again.

I remember that she had a set of bamboo bookmarks, which she used to clip in books to record her reading progress. Yan Lei opened the drawer and wanted to take out the bookmarks, but he stopped - all her letters in the drawer were gone.

They were originally neatly tied with rubber bands. Later, when she left the books and ran away, he opened them and read them, and then stuffed them into the drawer.

They are all gone.

Did they also get thrown into the fire like the books? Or, were they hidden deeper?

Yan Lei thought of the technician, who was fair and clean with delicate features. He was indeed a scholar at first glance.

But he was an irresponsible and ill-intentioned coward. If she has experienced something like this and still doesn't wake up and still likes that kind of person...then let her do whatever she wants in the future, no matter what.

Yan Lei put the bookmark on it, put the book back, and walked outside. The small table had been pulled from under the eaves to the middle of the yard. Qiao Wei was serving the dishes, which were hot. Yan Xiang tried his best to drag the wooden stool from under the eaves to the side of the table. They were all made of old elm wood and were very heavy.

Yan Lei didn't help Yan Xiang, but picked up the other two in each hand, and shouted to his son: "Try harder!"

Yan Xiang almost used up all his strength to poop!

Qiao Wei put down her bowl and blamed Yan Lei: "He is still young!" She

went over to pick up the stool in Yan Xiang's hand, but her arm felt sore and she almost dropped it to the ground. She used both hands to catch it and moved it to the side of the table.

Yan Lei put the chair in place and asked, "Did you wash your arms?"

He saw that she had been shaking them several times.

Qiao Wei grinned, "I washed clothes in the morning, and they started to hurt in the afternoon."

That's because she has never done heavy work like washing clothes. Simply put, it's called lack of practice.

Yan Lei pursed his lips, controlled his expression, and didn't say anything unpleasant.

There was nothing to say. His comrades and leaders had advised him that although Qiao Weiwei had a high level of education, she was not a capable person.

She herself said that she couldn't do heavy work.

He promised at the time that he would do the heavy, dirty and tiring work.

There is no reason to regret what he promised. Since he said it, he must do it.

Yan Lei picked up the dishes and said unhappily: "Why wash clothes for no reason? Don't wash them in the future."

Qiao Wei glanced at him.

In fact, she just saw that he had washed and hung out all the clothes for today. He was not like some other men who would rather sit on their toes and watch without lifting a finger, waiting for their wives to do everything.

Qiao Wei felt that life was actually very good with this man.

Yan Lei didn't know why Qiao Wei's eyes looked so beautiful at that moment. There seemed to be a smile in the light, as if she was affectionate.

She had never looked at him like this before. Yan Lei felt a little awkward, lowered his head, took a big mouthful of rice, and then ate the dishes. He could tell

from one bite that today's dishes were particularly delicious.

At that time, the troops' meals were divided into large, medium and small stoves according to their ranks. Officers above the division level eat from small stoves, officers at the regiment and battalion level eat from medium stoves, and officers below the company level eat from large stoves.

Yan Lei is at the regiment level, so he eats from the medium stove.

But today, the food at home feels even more delicious than the medium stove in the army, with a fragrant and oily aroma, and it can catch up with the level of the small stove.

Yan Lei took a look at the dish and immediately understood why it smelled so good - Qiao Wei added a lot of oil.

In fact, the families of cadres are better off than ordinary families and are willing to spend money on oil and meat. Especially Yan Lei's family has only three people, so they are more willing to spend oil than Captain Zhao's family.

But the amount of oil Qiao Wei used today was unusual, which Yan Lei thought was a serious waste.

But... the dishes really smelled good.

Yan Lei ate another half bowl of rice, and after swallowing it, he asked, "Is there enough oil at home?"

"About the same." Qiao Wei said.

In fact, she felt a little guilty. Because first of all, she didn't know the exact amount of oil used in history. The original owner's memories were like watching a movie, and those trivial details were vague and not so accurate.

And then she actually knew that she used too much oil. She loves to eat oily food. Even in her original world, her mother scolded her: "You are not eating oil, you are drinking oil."

She also complained that the older generation was too frugal. If they put less oil, the dishes would not be fragrant.

When Yan Lei questioned her, she felt a little guilty. She

was just thinking about whether she should pay more attention to the amount of oil in the future, but she heard Yan Lei say: "If you don't have enough oil, go buy more. The oil coupons are in the box. If you don't have enough oil coupons, tell me. I will find a way."

In this era, money is important, but coupons are more important. If you don't have coupons, you can't buy things with money, or you can only buy expensive things.

Qiao Wei empathized with Lin Xixi in an instant.

Lin Xixi has really come all the way from this era and has really suffered from it. It was normal for her to want to hug Yan Lei's thighs after her rebirth.

Who wouldn't want to?

This was an era where people had to save oil when eating.

Just for this mouthful of oil, he deserved a hug.

The atmosphere of today's meal was much better than last night. Yan Xiang ate half a bowl of rice more than usual.

Seeing Qiao Wei swinging her arms and looking at him sideways, her expression clearly conveyed her meaning. Yan Lei resisted rolling his eyes and said speechlessly: "Don't worry about it, I'll wash the dishes."

Qiao Wei stood up with a smile: "Thank you."

They were an old couple, what was there to say thank you for. What a psycho.

Yan Lei went into the house with a cold face and brought out half a pot of warm water that was heated with the remaining heat from the firewood. He first rinsed the dishes and chopsticks in the warm water to remove the oil, and then scrubbed them with a loofah.

Turning around, he saw a layer of oil floating in the pot, shining with colorful light in the dim light of the evening.

What a waste.

Fortunately, he can afford it.

Throughout history, both in China and abroad, as long as men have strong ability to support their families and can give their wives and children a good life, most of them will be a little proud and conceited.

Yan Lei is no exception.

It's strange, after so many years of marriage, I have bought her so many fine clothes, fed her with white flour and refined grain, and had enough eggs, but why have I never felt such a sense of accomplishment as today .

Yan Lei was stunned.

Or maybe it was because she had never looked at him with such a smiling look before.

That look was filled with happiness and satisfaction, and his eyes were smart, as if saying: This man is really good.

...

Tsk!

She even said "thank you" to him, in a vain way.

After washing the dishes, Yan Xiang was still helping to dry the dishes as usual.

Yan Lei asked, "Where is your mother?"

"In the room."

Yan Lei turned his head and saw that the light in the study was on and she had drawn the curtains.

As soon as they entered the study, Qiao Wei asked him, "Are you reading this book?"

The book she held in her hand was the one that Yan Lei had put a bamboo bookmark on.

Yan Lei admitted, "I read a little."

He glanced at her. But she didn't show any anger towards him for messing with her books. Instead, she asked him with bright eyes, "What do you think?"

"I think there is something wrong. The idea is not right." Yan Lei said carefully, "Take a look at this book yourself. If you don't like it, burn it."

Anyway, she had already burned so many books, so this one wouldn't be enough.

Qiao Wei's eyes moved quickly, as if she had some idea. Sure enough, she said, "Whether there is a problem or not, it's better for you to see it yourself instead of me."

"What are you planning?" Yan Lei frowned and warned her sternly, "I tell you, I won't be corroded by these things."

"I know. So, isn't it more appropriate for you to judge whether it should be kept or burned?" Qiao Wei smiled, "Your standards are stricter than mine. If you judge, there will be no fish that slip through the net. It's safer, isn't it?"

That's true. Since realizing that he was blind to the truth and allowed this kind of literary work full of petty-bourgeois decadent thoughts to exist under his nose for so long, Yan Lei really couldn't trust Qiao Wei's judgment.

She had been corroded a long time ago.

That's why he had fantasies about technicians.

He took it: "Then I'll review it."

Qiao Wei smiled, pulled out the chair from the desk, made a "please" gesture to him, and turned to leave.

Yan Lei pulled up his collar and fanned it twice, then sat down at the desk and began to read.

The writing style was still very attractive, and he was absorbed in it once he started reading. Yan Lei had mostly read political propaganda before, and had never read such fascinating texts.

When Qiao Wei came in with a plate, she saw that he had his eyebrows lowered and was turning the pages of the book attentively.

Startled by her footsteps, Yan Lei came back to his senses. At a glance, he had actually read so much?

He couldn't feel the flow of time.

"Does it look good?" Qiao Wei's cheeks puffed up as she chewed something. She handed over the plate in her hand and said, "Eat peaches."

The plate contained the peaches that Lei had brought back. They were washed clean and cut into pieces.

Yan Lei pinched a piece and said, "Why cut it?"

To eat peaches, just hold them and chew them directly. Or you can break them apart and each person can chew half.

When they are cut like this, they are too delicate, with a kind of petty-bourgeois decadence.

Qiao Wei blinked her eyes twice: "Uh... they are too big and not delicious."

Well, this reason is acceptable. And Yan Lei found that when they are cut into pieces, they are just right to be eaten one bite at a time, and they are very neat to eat, and they are not juicy.

Seeing that he no longer questioned why the peaches were cut into pieces, Qiao Wei breathed a sigh of relief and asked him, "Is the book good?"

Yan Lei picked up another piece of peach, put it in his mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it. He poked the cover of the book with his finger and said seriously, "I can tell you responsibly that the spiritual thoughts of this book are definitely problematic."

"No..." Qiao Wei stretched out her hand, pressed the book down with her white fingers, and leaned forward slightly, "I'm asking you, is this book good?" Her

bright and clear eyes looked directly at Yan Lei.