Chapter 20

Qiao Wei slept very well this time. Massage can really promote sleep effectively.

She woke up very early. She had never woken up so early before when she was healthy and working, because there were entertainments at night. How could young people not stay up late?

But now, there is almost no entertainment at night. She went to bed early and woke up early.

Yan Lei didn't even wake up.

Qiao Wei got off the pit lightly, took off her small vest, changed into the underwear she wore during the day, put on her coat, and left the bedroom lightly.

In the yard, the morning light sprinkled all over the ground.

In the future, only rich people can own a yard. Ordinary people live in high-rise buildings with pigeon cages, which is out of touch with the ground.

While lying in the hospital bed, Qiao Wei once joked to a fellow patient in the bed next to her that she hoped to live in a house with a yard in her next life, sweep the yard with a big broom and water the flowers with a big watering can in the morning light every day.

The fellow patient knew that she had no relatives and sold her house to raise money for medical treatment. She smiled and nodded while listening to her, but turned around and secretly wiped her tears, thinking that she didn't see it.

Qiao Wei really wanted to tell the elder sister not to feel sad for her. Look, her wish has come true.

Looking at the yard in front of her, Qiao Wei felt that it was a pity not to plant flowers in such a good yard.

With this thought, memories were activated again. It turned out that Yan Lei had a strong Chinese bloodline and had planted vegetables in the yard. He even made his own fertilizer.

But how could fertilizer be tasteless? This incident really stimulated the original owner, making her realize more clearly that she had married a "countryside man". The two quarreled many times about this.

Later, vegetables were no longer planted in the yard.

But the original owner did not plant flowers and grass in the yard either - this was the mood that could only be achieved by living a happy life with a loved one. This marriage was really passionless. The broken house was still a rural house, and the broken yard was still a rural yard. She could not muster the slightest interest in doing those stylish things.

Therefore, Qiao Wei was left with a yard piled with miscellaneous items, which the couple did not take care of and was dilapidated.

This yard was not even as good as the yard of Captain Zhao's house.

Qiao Wei saw yesterday that the yard of Captain Zhao's house was well tidied up, with lush green vegetables planted. Although she, who didn't know the difference between grains, had no idea what was planted, it didn't stop her from liking that thriving scene.

After washing up, Qiao Wei stood in the yard with her hands on her hips, imagining how she would tidy up this small yard in the future.

It was beautiful, this was the yard given to her by the God of Books.

She turned around again and looked at her own house. It can be seen that in the distant past, this was once a very traditional and wealthy rural residence. But unfortunately, it was later damaged in the war or over the years and became dilapidated.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, a military region was established here, and this deserted village was selected to accommodate military families. But the economy was not good at that time, and the material resources and materials were limited. Although the renovation of the old house could be done "solidly", it could not be done beautifully.

If it could be renovated...

In an instant, countless rural courtyard renovation videos that I saw while lying on the hospital bed emerged in my mind.

Thinking too far! She had only been in it for three days and was still in the adaptation period.

Qiao Wei went over and used an iron hook to hook open the top cover of the coal stove, and then pulled open the small window of the stove below. The temperature of burning coal is higher, and the ignition speed is also faster. When it is not in use, the top cover and small window for ventilation are closed. Due to the lack of oxygen, the coal in the coal stove will burn at an extremely slow speed. When needed, just hook open the top cover, pry open the small window, let the air flow, and the flames will rise.

Compared with the earthen stove that burns wood, it is a convenient new technology product in this era.

Qiao Wei tore the pages of the book to ignite it.

She soaked some rice last night and originally planned to cook porridge this morning.

She knew that Yan Lei could go to the cafeteria of the camp to eat breakfast. But now she has decided to keep her thick thigh and not give it to the original heroine Lin Xixi, so she has to maintain her thigh well.

Social animals who have worked understand that any relationship needs to be maintained. Especially since the original owner left her with too many marital and emotional problems, she has to clean up all these messes.

And last night, comrade Yan Lei actually helped her relax her muscles. His daily professional training consumes a lot of energy, and he seems to be very proficient in how to relax his muscles. She was so comfortable last night that she actually fell asleep.

To return the favor, she was thinking about making something else to enrich her breakfast.

Of course, the focus was still on improving Yan Lei's favorability.

She put the soaked rice on the small coal stove and put a chopstick on the pot to ensure that it would not stagnate.

It takes time to cook porridge, and she didn't plan to waste this time.

The morning light is so warm and the morning breeze is so refreshing. How can such a beautiful time be wasted.

Unfortunately, she didn't have sneakers.

The original owner had leather shoes and cloth shoes, but no sneakers. Qiao Wei barely found a pair of flat velvet shoes with a single strap.

This kind of shoes is rarely seen even by old ladies in later generations.

But it is really comfortable to wear, so it can be a substitute.

Qiao Wei changed her shoes, drank half a cup of boiled water, wiped her mouth, opened the gate, and went out for a run.

Sunshine, morning breeze, soil, and big locust trees! Qiao Wei really wanted to shout all these out loud while running.

She would be considered crazy. But she was so happy!

Running healthily, basking in the sun and facing the wind, was so happy!

There is nothing better than health in the world.

Yan Lei's biological clock is very accurate. Although he went to bed late because of staying up late, he still opened his eyes immediately at the right time.

The early morning is a special time for men. Even if he stayed up late to study yesterday, it did not affect his physiological state.

Yan Lei subconsciously turned his head to look around him, but found that there was no one on the kang. Qiao Wei actually got up earlier than him? So rare.

Leaving the bedroom and coming outside, he saw porridge bubbling on the small coal stove.

Qiao Wei followed closely out of the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife in her hand and covering it with one hand.

"Are you awake?" She was cheerful and said, "It will be ready soon. Just boil the vegetables." There were

chopped vegetables on the kitchen knife, and Qiao Wei shoveled them into the porridge pot, and told Yan Lei, "Watch it, take the pot down when it boils, and put it in the basin to cool it down."

The large basin was half filled with water. The groundwater pumped out by the hand-operated well pump was cool to begin with, and even cooler in the morning. It could cool down the porridge pot.

Yan Lei finished washing up at the speed of a battle, and the porridge pot was just boiling. He put the pot into the basin of cold water and soaked it, sizzling with white steam.

Stirring it with a long spoon, more white steam came out, quickly dissipating the heat, and the fragrance of green vegetables could be smelled.

Qiao Wei brought out two bowls and a plate.

The bowls were for porridge, and the plate contained two fried eggs, with browned edges and light center. There were also chopped pickled vegetables. Given

limited material conditions, Qiao Wei did her best to prepare breakfast like this.

"Here." Qiao Wei handed Yan Lei an aluminum spoon.

The two of them sat down at the table with a bowl of porridge each and had breakfast.

"You put salt in the porridge?" Yan Lei tasted it, "And ginger?"

"Is it delicious?" Qiao Wei asked.

Yan Lei did not answer immediately, but took another sip to taste it carefully.

The green vegetables were boiled and then the pot was taken off the fire. The vegetables were still fresh and full of fragrance.

The eggs were fried, with crispy edges and runny in the middle, just how he liked them.

He picked up a chopstick of salted vegetables and drank a mouthful of porridge.

But when Qiao Wei asked "How is it?" again, Yan Lei just said "hmm" in a neutral tone.

What does hmm mean? This person!

The expression on his face when he tasted the porridge just now clearly said "delicious". And "the male protagonist likes soft-boiled eggs" runs through the whole story. He can't possibly think it's not delicious.

Does the male protagonist have to maintain a cool image?

All right. Qiao Wei bit her lip to hold back her laughter.

If a thigh wants to be a thigh, let him do it.

After breakfast, Yan Lei put on his coat and hat: "I'm leaving."

When he reached the gate of the yard, he suddenly stopped: "Or leave the bowl here, I'll come back to wash it."

After saying that, he pressed down the brim of his hat and turned around and hurried away.

He seems to be in a good mood?

Is there something good? Qiao Wei pondered, it can't be just because of this breakfast, right?

If so, it seems that Yan Lei's satisfaction point is really low.

Don't mention it, Yan Lei was in a good mood because of this breakfast.

Things that you cannot get will always trap you.

Qiao Wei thought that a very ordinary breakfast was exactly what Yan Lei could not get because of the discord between husband and wife. Of course, breakfast was just an appearance, a carrier. What

Yan Lei felt from it was that Qiao Wei really wanted to settle down and live with him.

Even last night when she asked him to relax her muscles and praised him for his good massage, her voice was sticky and greasy.

Yan Lei had never been treated like this in his memory.

Although they did not "make peace at the end of the bed" last night, but... it felt like they were not far from making peace.

Yan Lei walked out of the yard with his hat brim pressed down, put down his hands and raised his face, his eyes sparkling.

After walking a few steps, he heard someone calling him, "Captain Yan!"

He turned around and saw a young girl holding an aluminum lunch box under the wall. She had a graceful figure, fair skin, beautiful face, and a pair of affectionate eyes.

It was none other than Captain Zhao's beautiful niece who came from the countryside but didn't look like a country girl at all.

News about her had spread to the battalion headquarters, and many young men were asking about her.

The soldiers under Yan Lei also came to ask Yan Lei about her.

But during those two days when Qiao Wei ran away, Yan Lei was in a terrible mood and scolded his men: "Can beauty be used to make a living? Can beauty lead to a good life? Marriage is for a lifetime, what's the point of just looking at the face!"

His wife Qiao Weiwei is also beautiful, but she can't live with him. He knows the pain personally and can't let the young people repeat his mistakes.

"Xiao Lin?" Yan Lei was a little surprised to see Lin Xixi here, "What are you doing here?"

Because Yan Lei's house and Captain Zhao's house are not close to each other, there are still several houses in between. Why is the little girl blocking his door so early in the morning?

Lin Xixi even applied facial oil in the hot summer to make her face look smoother and whiter. She ambushed here early and really blocked Yan Lei.

"My uncle and my sister-in-law told me that Captain Yan didn't have breakfast at home." Lin Xixi stepped forward and stuffed the lunch box in her hand to Yan Lei, "I made this. For you!"

After that, she ran away.

"Hey--" Yan Lei wanted to call her, but she had already turned around.

Yan Lei was puzzled. He opened the lunch box and took a look. It was a baked scallion cake.

It was really fragrant. But the vegetable porridge and soft-boiled eggs he had this morning were more fragrant. His stomach and heart were both fragrant and full. No matter how fragrant the scallion cake was, he couldn't eat it now.

The car driven by Driver Zhang was responsible for picking up five people at this time, all of whom lived in the old district. Actually, we could drive to the front door of the house, but the sound of the tires was too loud, and some family members complained that it would disturb the children's sleep. Later, they agreed to park at the intersection, and several people walked there by themselves.

Yan Lei then went to the intersection with his lunch box.

Lin Xixi returned to the yard, and Sister Yang came out from the inner room: "I called you for a long time but no one answered. Where have you been?"

Lin Xixi hesitated and said: "I seemed to hear some noises, but I went out to check and there was no one there."

"Go and tell Gangzi, Yingzi, and Huazi to hurry up, eat breakfast and go to school." Sister Yang shouted.

Lin Xixi went back into the house.

Captain Zhao swallowed the last bite of the cake and praised: "Xixi, this cake is so good! It's the same as my sister used to make! This is all my mother's true teaching."

He looked at the time and quickly put on his hat: "I'm leaving."

When Gangzi, Yingzi, and Huazi came to eat after washing their faces and brushing their teeth, they all smelled the fragrance: "Wow, it smells so good."

Lin Xixi gave them cakes to eat: "My sister made it, it's delicious, right?"

"Delicious!" The children all praised.

Lin Xixi was proud.

In addition to being a beautiful girl in the village, she was also very good at cooking. After all, she did housework all her life and served her husband and parents-in-law all her life. The cakes she made were so delicious that even her mean city mother-in-law had to eat an extra one.

Isn't it said that to capture a man's heart, you have to capture his stomach first?

In this era of lack of food and clothing, most people have never eaten good food. Unlike her, she has eaten all kinds of sweet and sour pork tenderloin, three fresh vegetables, and fish-flavored pork shreds, and she can cook them all.

I don't believe that she can't capture that man's stomach.

Look at her, Lin Xixi, showing off her skills and playing around in the 1960s!

But first of all, his wife is not dead. If you want to be his wife, you have to find a way to get him divorced first.

The divorce of cadres is not a trivial matter, and the organization will inquire about it. This matter must not hinder his future as a high-ranking official. This matter must

be the fault of his original wife.

How can we find evidence that she cheated and eloped?