Chapter 130 The Rough Man is Really Serious
The potato pancakes are so crispy that they can be broken into pieces. When you gently break them open, you can hear the crackling sound.
The mashed potatoes are very soft, especially after adding egg yolk, the texture becomes even more sticky.
But there are also diced carrots and cucumbers, which are crispy.
The taste suddenly became richer.
Jiang Rou split the steamed bun in the middle, spread the mashed potatoes on the bun slices with a small spoon, and then picked it up.
Song Qingqian watched from the side and was surprised.
"You still know how to do this?"
This is a Western way of eating, similar to a sandwich. How did Jiang Rou, a little girl from the country, know this?
Jiang Rou pretended to be stupid.
"What this and that? I just think it tastes good this way. In Shandong, they also stuff scallions into steamed buns."
Song Qingqian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.
There is no such thing as Chinese or Western style. The best way is to make it delicious.
She is just too sensitive.
Jiang Rou handed the steamed bun with mashed potatoes to Zhou Xiaohua, letting the little girl eat it with both hands.
Song Qingqian imitated Jiang Rou's actions and spread mashed potatoes on the steamed bread slices.
This moment.
She seemed to be holding a slice of bread and spreading imported jam on it.
The things in front of me and the environment around me have all changed.
But Song Qingqian was happier than she had been at that time.
She bit her steamed bun and looked at the fried cumin potatoes.
In fact, it can be said that she did it herself.
Song Qingqian was the first to pick up the cumin potatoes and take a bite.
This taste...
It's like combining crispy potato pancakes and soft mashed potatoes.
The cumin potatoes are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.
There is also a strong cumin flavor.
It's like eating Xinjiang barbecue.
Full of flavor.
Come on!
I never thought that potatoes alone could be used to make such a rich and delicious meal.
This time, Song Qingqian was really enlightened.
The look she gave Jiang Rou was filled with even more admiration.
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After lunch and a short rest, Jiang Rou continued to learn sewing from Song Qingqian.
At the same time, she also walked into Song Qingqian's room, which was still tidy and clean.
What surprised Jiang Rou was...
She actually saw a sewing machine and a radio.
Song Qingqian remained silent, but after three turns, she responded. There were actually two of them in their house!
It's really a hidden talent!
Jiang Rou looked at the sewing machine that looked as clean as new and said happily.
"Qingqian, I didn't expect you to have such a good thing. With a sewing machine, making clothes is much easier. ... You also have a radio. Is there a radio on the island? I don't think we can hear it, right? But just having this thing there makes people happy."
Jiang Rou reached out and gently stroked the sewing machine.
There is not a speck of dust on the sewing machine. It can be seen that Song Qingqian takes good care of it and cleans it every day.
Song Qingqian's gaze fell on the sewing machine.
Unlike Jiang Rou's excitement, she seemed a little thoughtful.
Song Qingqian said softly, "These were all bought by He Donglai."
He Donglai didn't know where he got from, but sometimes when the transport ship docked, he would take some things home.
In the past, Song Qingqian had never thought about what was going on.
But today.
Jiang Rou raised her eyes, smiled at her, and said with emotion.
"Qingqian, Captain He is so nice to you."
So nice to her?
Song Qingqian asked hesitantly, "Jiang Rou, don't you have any at home?"
"No, of course not. Not only does my family not have one, I'm afraid there's no other sewing machine in the entire compound.
"You have no idea how hard it is to buy these things nowadays. The last time I went to the city, all the radios in the department store were sold out. I couldn't buy any."
"And this sewing machine... it's so big and heavy. It's going to take a long way just to move it from the dock to your house."
"You are so good at making clothes. Captain He must have bought them because he thought you would like them."
Jiang Rou seemed to be chattering in envy.
But in her slightly lowered eyes, there was a gleam of cleverness and cunningness.
Just because she has read hundreds of novels, she can be considered a widely read person.
They are just two supporting characters with no mouths, it’s easy to take them down!
When Jiang Rou turned around, she saw Song Qingqian looking absent-minded, as if thinking about something.
Song Qingqian's life before this was really too smooth.
She has everything she wants; there is nothing she can't buy.
There was also a group of people rushing forward to give her things.
It even made her forget that for an ordinary family, a radio and a sewing machine were enough to make them happy for a month.
But she...
We never see the efforts that He Donglai may have made behind the scenes.
I naively thought...
These are just everyday furniture.
She thought at that time that He Donglai bought it because he felt that there was a shortage of it at home.
But now...is it all for her?
Song Qingqian stood beside the sewing machine, with her fingers hanging down, stroking gently.
The unresolved doubts in her heart grew bigger and bigger like a snowball.
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This evening.
Song Qingqian wrote down what Jiang Rou made at noon, step by step, and made it into a recipe so that she would not forget it later.
Her handwriting is beautiful and she writes carefully and seriously.
At the same time.
There were still a lot of leftover fried cumin potatoes on the table from lunch.
This was Song Qingqian's first time cooking in the true sense of the word.
The first dish she made.
Maybe... He Donglai would like to have a taste.
After all, he also accepted the sesame oil duck drumstick that day.
Under the night.
The light in the cabin stayed on for a long, long time.
Song Qingqian held her chin and waited under the light until she fell asleep.
However, I still didn't hear the sound of He Dong coming back and opening the door.
…
"You're back."
Jiang Rou spoke softly and looked up to see Zhou Chongshan who had just walked in.
As soon as Zhou Chongshan's gaze fell on Jiang Rou, his eyes instantly softened.
He whispered, "Wife, why haven't you slept yet?"
"I'm making clothes. I just learned a little from Song Qingqian, but I'm not very good at it yet. I want to practice more at night so that I can make clothes for Xiaohua and Xiaochuan in the future, and then I can sew them beautifully."
There was a vivid expression on Jiang Rou's pretty face.
Zhou Chongshan took a closer look and discovered that what Jiang Rou was holding in her hand was not newly purchased fabric, but Zhou Chongshan's old clothes.
He is tall and spends a lot of time doing strength training, so his clothes often get torn.
Jiang Rou held the clothes in one hand and the needle and thread in the other.
Sew up the cut stitch by stitch.
Zhou Chongshan whispered, "Wife, are you using me as a guinea pig to practice on?"
Jiang Rou raised her head slightly and looked at the tall and mighty man in front of her.
Is this...jealousy?
Are you even jealous of your own children?
Zhou Chongshan has undergone significant changes after marriage.
The man who is always cold and taciturn in front of others, is actually a little... clingy when he is alone with Jiang Rou.
Even more clingy than Zhou Xiaohua.
It's the kind of hugging that's not sticky and will make you uncomfortable.
I must hold her tightly in my arms.
The kind where his arms pressed heavily on her waist.
Several times at night, Jiang Rou felt as if a heavy object was pressing on her chest, as if she could not breathe.
But what he touched was Zhou Chongshan's arm.
The rough guy is really heavy.
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