Cheng Yaoyao had just put on her clothes when she heard a knock on the door. She asked, "Sister, are you ready?"
Cheng Yaoyao said: "Okay."
The door was pushed open, and the light shone into the room obliquely, reflecting on the bathtub that was still emitting wisps of mist. A dress and a soap box were draped on a chair to the side. The room was filled with a warm aroma of roses and soap, which filled my face.
Cheng Yaoyao's graceful back was facing the door, and she raised her hand to hold her hair. Her black hair was thick and beautiful, and it was loosely tied behind her head, like a wisp of smoke. She used a tortoise shell clip to clip her hair, revealing a snow-white swan neck, which had a fragile beauty like porcelain.
The light in the room disappeared again. Cheng Yaoyao turned around, her face was steamed with red lips and white teeth, and she looked as delicate as a newly opened crabapple flower.
Xie Zhao had already walked in front of her. He was much taller than Cheng Yaoyao, and Cheng Yaoyao had to look up to talk to him: "Why did you close the door?"
She sniffed it and said, "Why does it smell like medicinal oil?"
Xie Zhao opened his palm and held out a bottle of safflower oil: "Does your back still hurt? I'll help you apply the medicine."
"...No." Cheng Yaoyao hugged her arm. The small wound on her arm had long disappeared, and there was probably no trace left on her back. "It doesn't hurt anymore. Don't apply medicine."
Xie Zhao's deep eyes fell on Cheng Yaoyao's face, as if he could see through the deepest secrets in her heart: "Didn't you say that your back was hit? Let me see."
Cheng Yaoyao's peach blossom eyes widened slightly, and he folded his arms exaggeratedly, like a kitten trying to get away with it with poor acting skills after getting into trouble: "No! I'm fine now!"
"It would be very troublesome if I hurt my bones."
"You just want to take advantage of the situation and act like a hooligan. I'm going to call grandma in!"
“…”
Xie Zhao looked at the safflower oil in his hand and seemed to have given up.
Cheng Yaoyao quickly rolled up her dirty clothes and placed them in a wooden basin, and packed up her soap box, shampoo, comb, mirror and other small items, and tried to run away. In her haste, she nearly spilled the essential oil.
Xie Zhao took over and said, "I'll clean it up."
Cheng Yaoyao ordered: "Then you better be careful. If you break my mirror again, I will bite you."
"It was broken by stubbornness."
"You're still slandering me!"
"..." Xie Zhao was speechless.
Last time, Cheng Yaoyao didn't put away his things in time after taking a bath, so Jianjian ran into the utility room to have fun, and kicked Cheng Yaoyao's mother-of-pearl mirror to the ground, breaking it into pieces. After Jianjian got into trouble, he ran away, and Xie Zhao, who came in to pick up the mirror, was caught red-handed.
Xie Zhao's rough wheat-colored hands picked up these personal belongings that carried Cheng Yaoyao's scent one by one. Everything Cheng Yaoyao used was very delicate. Every time Xie Zhao looked at them, he felt that girls were really exceptionally delicate creatures.
Cheng Yaoyao unwrapped a bottle of facial cream with a blue cap, scooped out a dollop, rubbed it evenly in the palm of his hand until it melted, then applied it on his face and gently spread it on.
This cream was bought in Shanghai at a very high price. But Cheng Yaoyao's eyes lit up when she saw it, so Xie Zhao paid for it for her. It was expensive, but Cheng Yaoyao deserved the best.
Cheng Yaoyao was seen skillfully applying, pressing and lifting on her face. After the whole set of complicated procedures, her delicate skin turned slightly red.
Xie Zhao couldn't help but ask: "Sister, are you getting a massage?"
Cheng Yaoyao stopped moving, and looked at him through her fingers with her charming and bright peach blossom eyes: "I'm taking care of my skin."
"Your skin is very good." Xie Zhao said sincerely.
Cheng Yaoyao's skin is like a peeled lychee, so soft that it can be blown away. It is not an exaggeration to praise her as ice-like skin and jade-like bones. Sometimes Cheng Yaoyao gets up and is lazy, just washing her face with cold water, and her skin is still soft and smooth.
Cheng Yaoyao proudly put his finger under Xie Zhao's nose and said, "It's different. This is a lady's cream. The application method is different."
The fingers were slender, and the nails were pink. Xie Zhao was distracted for a moment: "Not fragrant enough."
"...I don't want to talk to a straight man!" Cheng Yaoyao angrily withdrew his hand.
Nowadays, everyone uses iron cans of Pechoin or Yashuang, which cost only a few cents for a large can and have a fragrant smell. If you are more frugal, you can buy a few cents of clam oil and apply it all winter.
Cheng Yaoyao has naturally good skin, and now with the blessing of Lingquan, she has not used skin care products for a long time. Last time she saw this cream in Shanghai Friendship Store, she couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Xie Zhao thought she wanted it and insisted on buying it for her.
This price was not a small amount for Xie Zhao, who was just starting his career. Cheng Yaoyao used it very carefully every day. Every time he saw Cheng Yaoyao using this bottle of cream, Xie Zhao would reveal an imperceptible joy.
Cheng Yaoyao covered his face with his hands and took a deep breath of the light fragrance of the lady's face cream. It was the long-lost scent of RMB!
The next second, a strong and overbearing smell of safflower oil entered his nostrils, and Cheng Yaoyao couldn't help but sneeze: "A-choo! Ah! Xie Zhao, what are you doing? You're so disgusting!"
Xie Zhao moved quickly and rubbed her neck and wrists twice more. The smell of safflower oil instantly suppressed the scent of the lady's face cream.
Cheng Yaoyao sniffed himself and sneezed twice. Cheng Yaoyao was furious: "I'm going to tell grandma!"
Xie Zhao tightened the lid of the safflower oil bottle and said, "Tell grandma later that you have applied the medicated oil."
Cheng Yaoyao's raised fist suddenly stopped in mid-air, and her heart skipped a beat. Xie Zhao... guessed what? Xie Zhao had seen the strange scene in the hut with her own eyes, but she hadn't asked her a single question.
Xie Zhao wiped his fingers slowly with a towel. The smell of safflower oil wafted from Xie Zhao's wrists, mixing with the unique smell on his body, becoming pungent and bitter, with a fatal attraction.
Cheng Yaoyao sniffed secretly. The small lotus leaves were dancing wildly in his mind and his breathing became rapid.
I have consumed too much spiritual energy today, and just touching is not enough to make up for it. The long-lost feeling of emptiness came back, and Cheng Yaoyao's fingers became weak. Cheng Yaoyao's eyes trembled, and he stole a glance at Xie Zhao from under his long eyelashes.
The two of them were so close that Xie Zhao only needed to lower his head slightly to kiss her.
Xie Zhao stared at her for a long time and said, "It's time to go out. Grandma will urge you if you dawdle any longer."
"Stop." Cheng Yaoyao curled her rosy lips and was about to get angry again, but her eyes did not know how to hide it and stared at him straight, revealing his most irresistible, innocent and charming eyes.
…
After a moment, Cheng Yaoyao pushed Xie Zhao away and said, "That's enough."
Xie Zhao frowned patiently: "Sister."
Cheng Yaoyao covered her lips coquettishly and said fiercely: "That's enough for today. Zhang Xiaofeng and the others are still waiting for me to eat. Are you going to move aside or not?"
Xie Zhao said in a hoarse voice: "Tonight..."
"Zhang Xiaofeng and Han Yin are staying overnight tonight." Seeing the expression on Xie Zhao's face, Cheng Yaoyao felt guilty and coaxed him, "Let's talk about it tomorrow."
In the kitchen.
Rows of ingot-shaped dumplings were placed in the steamer. Han Yin, with her hands full of flour, held a straw dumpling and said with a smile, "Is this dumpling well-made?"
Zhang Xiaofeng laughed and said, "Your dumplings fell apart as soon as they were put into the pot, but my crescent dumplings are so solid!"
"Your dumplings are just ordinary dumplings, nothing innovative. Grandma Xie, who do you think is better, me or her?"
Grandma Xie laughed and said, "In my opinion, they all made good ones! But Yaoyao knows more tricks. I'll let her teach you how to make little goldfish later."
At this point, Grandma Xie wiped her hands on her apron and said, "Yaoyao has been washing for most of the day, why hasn't she come out yet? I'll go check."
Zhang Xiaofeng said, "Yaoyao is always slow in taking a shower, don't rush her. Don't we have her here?"
Grandma Xie stopped talking and continued, "It's still cold today, she's not afraid of freezing after soaking for so long! Zhao'er, pick some coriander! Zhao'er? Where did this kid go?"
The door of the utility room creaked open. Cheng Yaoyao heard this as soon as he came out and said hurriedly, "Grandma, let me pinch it."
Grandma Xie said, "Okay, pick some more young coriander and some scallions."
Cheng Yaoyao washed his hands with water, and then put some of the spiritual spring on his lips, and his petal-like lips were bright red. When his lips were no longer so hot, Cheng Yaoyao had the nerve to raise his head.
On the outer edge of the small vegetable garden are scallions, coriander, water celery, ginger, garlic and other spices, as well as two basil plants dug from the mountains. I pick them whenever I eat, and the more I pick them, the more they grow, and they are very fresh.
Cheng Yaoyao picked a handful of fresh cilantro and spring onions, washed them, shook them off, and carried them into the kitchen: "Grandma, is there anything you haven't cooked yet?"
She was wearing a plain white dress with a bright red cardigan on the outside, standing at the doorway, looking charming and alluring. How could she look like someone who could do work?
Grandma Xie said, "Don't get the fumes on your newly changed clothes. You make the dumplings, and I'll stir-fry the hot dishes and we'll be ready to eat."
"Hey!" Cheng Yaoyao rolled up his sleeves and walked to the table to make dumplings.
Zhang Xiaofeng and Han Yin had already wrapped two curtains, with Yuanbao dumplings, straw hat dumplings and crescent dumplings neatly arranged. Cheng Yaoyao was really competitive when he saw this, and said proudly: "I'll wrap a goldfish dumpling, you guys watch!"
Han Yin looked at her clothes with envy: "This cardigan is so pretty! Did you buy it in Shanghai too?"
Cheng Yaoyao said: "Xiao Fei wove it for me."
Han Yin said hurriedly: "Then ask Xiao Fei if she can knit one for me? I will definitely thank her a lot!"
"Okay, I'll ask for you when Xiao Fei comes back." Cheng Yaoyao wrapped a goldfish dumpling and suddenly asked, "Speaking of which, why hasn't Xiao Fei come back yet?"
Grandma Xie also said, "Yes, didn't Zhao go to the city this morning? Why didn't he bring Xiao Fei back?"
Xie Zhao walked into the kitchen and said, "Xiao Fei has to go to work in the morning. I left a message for her. She will take Lin Jiajun's car back after work."
Grandma Xie said, "That's fine. I won't wait for Xiao Fei. I'll make dumplings!"
Zhang Xiaofeng and Han Yin helped to carry the dumplings to the stove and help Grandma Xie to boil water and cook the dumplings. Jianjian, who had been lying on the stove eating chicken, immediately jumped up and walked around their feet on his short legs, rubbing against them one by one.
Zhang Xiaofeng didn't know about its clinging habit, and he raised his foot in fear: "Don't step on you, be careful!"
Grandma Xie smiled in a nonchalant manner: "It's just being nice now, so that you can have some dumplings later."
The children in the village cannot eat dumplings every day. They are so stubborn that they live like the grandson of the Xie family.
Han Yin laughed: "Jianjian is so good, I will secretly give you a dumpling later, okay?"
Cheng Yaoyao said coldly: "Jiangjian has been in the wild for half a month without taking a shower."
"!!!" Zhang Xiaofeng and Han Yin moved away from Jianjian at the same time.
The grayish orange and white cat Sis had no idea that he was being rejected. He chased after them and called out with his cute little chubby face: "Yeah! Meow~"
Cheng Yaoyao smiled slyly, wiped the flour on the table with a rag, and took out the dishes and put them in place. Xie Zhao helped her put the dishes in place, and their fingers accidentally touched each other. Xie Zhao's fingertips were stained with cold water, but the temperature was hot.
Grandma Xie said from behind: "Make way, the chicken soup is here!"
Cheng Yaoyao quickly dodged Lao Yuan, hid his hands behind his back, and glanced at Grandma Xie nervously. Grandma Xie put the casserole on the table with a rag and said cheerfully, "Hurry up and sit down, eat, eat!"
Cheng Yaoyao breathed a sigh of relief. She asked Han Yin and Zhang Xiaofeng to sit down, but when she turned around, she saw Xie Zhao sitting opposite her.
A big pot of yellow chicken soup with oil floating on it, a big bowl of steaming dumplings, the mist blurred Xie Zhao's cold outline, but Cheng Yaoyao could feel it. He was very depressed, his big tail drooped down, he buried his head and ate dumplings in big mouthfuls without saying a word.
Alas, a man would not be too happy if he was suddenly interrupted in such a matter. Cheng Yaoyao touched his conscience for the first time and gave Xie Zhao a large piece of fat chicken meat with skin.
Xie Zhao paused with his chopsticks, picked up the piece of chicken, tore off a big bite and chewed it without looking up.
Han Yin giggled and winked at Zhang Xiaofeng: "Tsk tsk tsk ~ Yaoyao, why have you never picked up food for me?"
Cheng Yaoyao kept using his chopsticks and put two pieces of chicken thigh meat in their bowls: "You have some too, don't make faces!"
The relationship between Xie Zhao and Cheng Yaoyao had long been public. Han Yinba smiled and said, "This tastes different."
Cheng Yaoyao was not shy at all: "Of course it's different!"
Grandma Xie laughed and said, "You girls, how can you not be ashamed at all?"
Cheng Yaoyao and the others all laughed shyly. Cheng Yaoyao glanced at Xie Zhao secretly and met his bright and deep gaze.
There was smile in his eyes.
The meal was quite sumptuous. There were pork and mushroom dumplings, a big pot of chicken soup, a bowl of mixed Korean vegetables, and a plate of stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts. Cheng Yaoyao was used to it, but for Zhang Xiaofeng and Han Yin, it was even more sumptuous than Chinese New Year.
The educated youths lived in other people's houses and had to give their food to the family to cook. The kinder families would cook two-piece rice and mixed-wheat steamed buns, and you could occasionally see oil in the dishes. If you met a mean and stingy housewife, eating would be a real pain. Not only would you not be full, but you would also have to look at the other person's face. The family Zhang Xiaofeng and Han Yin lived with was not bad, but they still had to go to the city frequently to eat and make up for the oil, not to mention other people.
Fortunately, Cheng Yaoyao was there, so they could often come to Xie's house for free meals. The food at Xie's house was really good, and Grandma Xie and Xie Fei were really warm and welcoming. Xie Zhao was a man of few words, but every time they came to eat, Xie Zhao would cut a large piece of meat or bring back a fish.
In their hard life as educated youth, this was undoubtedly the happiest time for them. Many years later, Zhang Xiaofeng and Han Yin would often talk to their children and grandchildren about this small house and this kind and warm family.
A large plate of dumplings was finished, and the dumplings in the pot were cooked, turning white. Grandma Xie picked up the plate and said with a smile: "I'll go get them! It's already this late, why hasn't this little girl come back yet?"
Zhang Xiaofeng said, "Did you work overtime at the factory today? It's already this late, you should have been back by now."
Cheng Yaoyao frowned and said, "No way. I've already told Xiao Fei, she said the workshop will definitely be closed today."
Xie Zhao put down the bowl and stood up: "I'll go to the village entrance to take a look."
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