Chapter 23 Chapter 23 Eating a roast chicken at night caused...
Leaving home in the morning and returning in the evening, riding slowly on a cow, the afterglow of the setting sun spreads across the earth, urging the pace of the returning family.
This most common leisurely scene in the countryside made Zhao Mingsheng quite satisfied.
She leaned lazily on the haystack on the swaying ox cart, stretching out her five fingers to block the rays of sunlight coming from the west, but still couldn't block one or two mischievous beams of light from falling into her eyes, and she couldn't help but squint slightly.
Zhao Qingyue looked at his sister, who looked so lazy and tired, just like a newborn kitten, and couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of her head.
Mm, it feels so soft.
By the time the last ray of setting sun hit the golden ears of wheat, Zhao Mingsheng and his friends had arrived home.
As soon as I entered the house, I saw my brother and father exchange glances, and then they went into the study together tacitly.
Zhao Mingsheng didn't understand what they were saying in sign language, so he simply ignored them, squatted on the ground, and sorted out the things he bought today one by one.
"What delicious food did you bring back? I'm starving." Cui Er appeared behind Zhao Mingsheng at some point, squatted down like her, sniffed hard, and said in surprise, "It's roast chicken!"
Zhao Mingsheng muttered quietly, "As expected of Cui Ergou, his dog nose is quite sharp."
"What are you mumbling about?"
The last time he accidentally called him Cui Ergou, the boy was furious for a long time, and it took him a long time to calm down. Zhao Mingsheng was afraid that he would get angry again, so he changed the subject.
"Nothing, didn't you eat enough at noon?"
"I ate a bowl of rice." The boy answered truthfully.
Zhao Mingsheng was a little surprised. Cui Ergou ate whatever she made during this period. He always had three bowls of rice as a base.
Eating just one bowl is definitely not his level.
She asked suspiciously, "Is it because Aunt Zou's cooking is not tasty?"
As soon as she said this, she refuted it herself. She knew that Aunt Zou's cooking skills were obvious to everyone. Even someone like her with a small appetite could eat a big bowl of food every time. How could it not be delicious?
"No." The boy's voice suddenly dropped. "I just don't think it's as delicious as yours."
Zhao Mingsheng thought: Aunt Zou has been cooking for decades, how could her food not be as delicious as mine?
Thinking he was just being picky about food, he said earnestly, "How can you be picky about food when you're still growing bones?"
Zhao Mingsheng was about to divide up the things she had bought and put the extra seeds into her own space. But it was inconvenient to have Cui Ergou, a grown man, standing nearby, so she thought of a way to get him out of the way.
She handed him a roast chicken wrapped in a lotus leaf and said, "Go and bury this in the ashes on the stove. Heat it up a little and we can have dinner later."
When Cui Cen heard that they could start eating after heating up the roast chicken, he did not bother to explain to the girl in front of him that he was not a picky eater. His hungry stomach urged him to take the roast chicken with one hand, and leave happily with a crutch in the other.
Anticipating that they would be returning home late today, the brother and sister simply bought some food in town and brought it back.
The roast chicken is the most delicious when it's fresh out of the oven. It may be a little cold after all this wandering, but that's okay. A little roasting over the ash and charcoal fire will make it taste just as good as if it were fresh out of the oven!
In addition to the roast chicken, there are also hot pancakes, sprinkled with white sesame seeds, which are very fragrant. Tear the pancakes and add the fermented bean curd and pickles sent by Aunt Zou next door, that is a must-try. Even Zhao Mingsheng can eat it.
After watching Cui Ergou leave, Zhao Mingsheng quickly divided up the things she had bought in town today. She left the flower seeds to Meng, set aside some of the vegetable seeds, and put most of the rest into her space.
Just as I finished cleaning up, I heard a lot of noise coming from the kitchen.
Zhao Mingsheng's heart tightened and he hurried over.
The kitchen looked like it had just been through a fierce battle. The floor was a mess, the spice rack had fallen to the side, the spices were scattered all over the floor, and the air was filled with a pungent smell. The pot on the stove was also lying on the floor.
Seeing the mess on the ground, Zhao Mingsheng almost gasped. "What happened?"
The boy noticed her coming and hurriedly put his hands behind his back.
Zhao Mingsheng noticed the forbearance on his face and asked hurriedly, "What's wrong with your hand? Let me see it."
The boy pursed his lips and remained motionless stubbornly.
Zhao Mingsheng got anxious and pulled his hand out directly.
Cui Cen, who was no match for a woman's strength: ...
Seeing the large red marks on the boy's fingertips caused by burns, Zhao Mingsheng gasped and quickly took a ladle to scoop water from a large earthenware jar to wash him.
Fortunately, the burn was not very severe. Zhao Mingsheng would add some fresh spiritual spring water to the large earthenware jar in the kitchen every day, which also had some healing effect on the wound.
Cui Cen's frown soon relaxed, and as the water flowed, the burning pain seemed to be taken away.
After rinsing seven or eight times, Zhao Mingsheng stopped and ran to the pharmacy to get some burn ointment.
During this time, the boy said nothing, just obediently stretched out his hand and let her play with it.
This made Zhao Mingsheng a little uncomfortable. She still remembered that when Cui Ergou first came to the Zhao family, he kept crying in pain every day.
She looked up, but the boy had his eyes lowered, so she couldn't see his expression.
Cui Cen saw that there was no fire under the stove and thought it must be cold, so he directly reached out to clear away the ash. Who would have thought that the ash was also very hot.
He jumped up from the heat, knocking over the pots and pans beside the stove and bumping into the cabinet where the seasonings were kept.
If he hadn't reacted quickly and pulled his hand out in time, there would have been an extra dish on the Zhao family's dinner table tonight - roasted pig's trotters.
The boy remained motionless, letting her apply the ointment. His lowered eyelids obscured the emotions in his eyes, making them unclear.
He suddenly said, "Am I useless... I can't even heat up a roast chicken..."
Is it because I am so useless that they all leave me and abandon me one by one?
The pain that he had hidden deep in his heart seemed to be unsealed and burst out all at once.
"Who said you are useless!"
The girl's voice was crisp and sweet, but it was like a thunderclap that brought him back to reality.
Zhao Mingsheng stopped what he was doing and counted them one by one with his fingers.
"From tomorrow on, you will be Master Cui of Qingshan Village!"
"Your handwriting is also very beautiful. Even those farmers who can't read a single word praised the plaque you wrote on the school gate!"
"You are also very good at making people happy. Since you came, my mother has smiled a lot more!"
These are the truths in Zhao Mingsheng's heart. During this period, with his company, Meng was able to stand up on her own every day.
Cui Cen stared blankly at the chattering girl in front of him. The self she spoke of seemed to be another person.
For the first time, he was praised so sincerely by someone other than his grandmother, instead of being flattered by those who would turn around and slander him, calling him a second-generation rich kid who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun.
The pain in my heart seemed to be smoothed out bit by bit through this chattering.
"Thanks."
The boy grinned and laughed silently.
The little bully could even say thank you to others? This really scared Zhao Mingsheng.
Be normal, I'm scared!
Her hand trembled, and she heard Cui Ergou gasp.
"Hiss... Gently, gently, it hurts so much."
Zhao Mingsheng breathed a sigh of relief. That's right!
After treating Cui Ergou's injuries, Zhao Mingsheng sighed as he looked at the mess on the ground.
It was her fault. He shouldn't have let Cui Ergou into the kitchen.
It seems that I have to find time to buy some new seasonings. After thinking about this, she silently picked up the broom and swept away the seasonings on the ground.
Cui Cen followed her pitifully, picking up the pots and pans one by one.
After cleaning everything, Zhao Mingsheng carefully used a fire stick to remove the ashes from the stove, and then put the roast chicken wrapped in lotus leaves in.
But after a while, the fragrance wafted out.
The boy and girl squatted beside the stove and smiled at each other.
Compared to the lively atmosphere in the kitchen, the atmosphere in the study seemed a bit solemn.
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