Remember [网..] in one second! Taifenglou's soup is well-deserved, with some light, some delicious, and some sweet, each with its own merits.
Jiang Jun felt that, just for the sake of such a sumptuous meal, he had to speak well of Huang Chunbo:
"Sister Hagi, Huang Chunbo is very talkative and well-read. He can easily quote golden sentences from books. If he were in ancient times, he would be a genius!"
Hong Hao hesitated: "But he looks too ugly to be accepted by the public. My parents may not agree."
Jiang Jun encouraged them: "You two are a perfect match! He doesn't have to be good-looking. He's responsible for making money to support the family, and you're responsible for looking beautiful!"
Hong Hao was amused: "Do you think he will have a bright future?"
Jiang Jun nodded vigorously. In her original time and space, there was a great writer named Huang Chunbo, who had even been nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature. "He's definitely promising! But I don't think that's the point. The point is that he's so talkative and has a good temper. He looks at you with such affection. I envy you!"
The real point is that Huang Chunbo was completely focused on everything he did, possessing both literary innocence and the perseverance of a warrior. He never showed any embarrassment of being dumped by Hong Hao, and he continued to enthusiastically make Hong Hao happy, laughing along from time to time.
Hong Hao curled his lips: "What are you envious of! If he were half as good-looking as Chen Yuanwu, I wouldn't be worried."
Jiang Jun said seriously, "Huang Chunbo's love letter is well written! It can be edited and published as a book!"
Hong Hao thought for a moment and pouted, "Then if you can give him one more advantage, I'll consider agreeing to continue dating him."
Jiang Jun smiled. This wasn't easy. Huang Chunbo had many advantages. "He's very funny! He earns less than you and doesn't come from a high-class background, but I think he has a cheerful personality, a big heart, and a mysterious self-confidence. Life with someone like him must be very interesting!"
If Jiang Yonghua was just a little bit more humorous, he would be a perfect father!
Jiang Jun smiled and thought, if Huang Chunbo was a little more handsome, he could be considered a perfect lover!
Only an interesting soul can make life full of expectations.
Hong Hao propped up his chin, his face filled with a look of enigmatic longing. "You're so right! He's just so conversational, every word he says reaches deep into my heart. During the time we were apart, I felt like I couldn't talk to anyone, and listening to anyone was just awkward. So, being glib is actually an advantage?"
Jiang Yun emphasized: "It's funny! It's funny! It's a graceful and sophisticated kind of fun!"
Hong Hao burst into laughter: "Haha, you are really good at making twisted logic! Fine, I'll listen to you!"
Jiang Jun smiled and said, "Well, remember to tell Huang Chunbo that he doesn't need to thank me. If you really want to thank me, just go to Taifenglou again."
Hong Hao laughed so hard that he fell forward and backward: "So you are here for these bowls of soup!"
Jiang Jun spread his hands and pretended to be serious: "Eat, drink, love, and women, isn't it?"
Hong Hao rubbed his face with laughter. "Oh my god, my face is frozen. If Huang Chunbo knew you were like this, he would definitely think you were his long-lost sister! No, it's not that you are not good-looking, Yun, you are prettier than Huang Chunbo. No, it's that Huang Chunbo has a habit. Whenever he comes to someone, he treats them as his long-lost brother or sister."
What kind of habit is this! Jiang Jun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. For a girl, having a guy like Huang Chunbo as a brother or sister was definitely not a compliment.
The more Hong Hao thought about it, the funnier it became. When she met Huang Chunbo again, she recited their conversation to Huang Chunbo.
In this entertainment-deficient environment, it is rare for anyone to dare to tell any joke, especially one without any ironic meaning.
As the world blindly criticized the Wen Rao Movement, those humorous writers and poets became cautious in the face of the bloody storm, and it was a luxury to be able to live in peace.
Huang Chunbo was filled with gratitude for the sudden support and appreciation from a sister he had only met once. "Haha, wait, I'll write a few more poems. I won't go out for the next few months. Once I save up my salary and royalties, I'll definitely invite your sister to Taifenglou again!"
This is the deepest gratitude Huang Chunbo can express.
Before he could express his gratitude, he went back with Hong Hao, but not to meet his future father-in-law and mother-in-law, but to meet Sister Jiang.
It was freezing cold, and the courtyard had no heating. Even washing vegetables froze my hands, so Jiang Jun heated up a few steamed buns, fried five eggs, and placed the sauerkraut and vermicelli soup pot on the coal stove for heating, using it as a hot pot. "Great writer, I can't cook either, so I'm just making do. Please don't write me into your book!"
Huang Chunbo rubbed his hands together excitedly. He was born into a poor family, had been a poor child when he was young, and was a poor student when he was in school. Now that he was working, he was still a proletarian even if he touched his pocket. Jiang Jun's hospitality was already very generous. "You are the messenger of Hagi and me. If it weren't for your kind words, Hagi wouldn't have returned to my arms so soon!"
Hong Hao was embarrassed and annoyed: "Who went into your arms?"
Huang Chunbo opened his arms and was about to express his feelings again, but Hong Hao slapped him away: "Eat quickly, and leave after you finish. My mom and the others will be back soon!"
Jiang Jun covered his mouth and laughed: "Sister Hagi, you destroyed a truly wonderful poem!"
Huang Chunbo didn't get angry either. He smiled innocently, "Sister, you understand me! This poem is still in my heart. I'll write it to Hagi when I get back! All the beautiful feelings remain in my heart, in my mind! They remain in the memories of Hagi and me!"
Hong Hao felt both embarrassed and proud, and poured soup for Huang Chunbo: "It's snowing, drink some hot soup to warm yourself up, so you won't be afraid of the cold on the way back later."
Jiang Jun patted his forehead and said, "Wait, I'll add some seasoning."
She had stomachache, so she went to the hospital and got a prescription for toe medicine, which contained white pepper. She ground the pepper and sprinkled it in the soup, which made it warmer.
Huang Chunbo took a sip of soup and sighed, "Ah! Tagore, women, when you are doing housework, your hands are singing! Today, I actually saw it with my own eyes! How lucky I am!"
Jiang Jun laughed so hard that tears almost came out: "Sister Hagi, from now on, you two can write a collection of poems just by eating together!"
Hong Hao spat at Huang Chunbo and turned to Jiang Jun: "Humph, he just wants to coax me into cooking for him! Look at how good Wu is, he's good at studying, working, and cooking!"
Huang Chunbo exclaimed, "Hagi, who is your Wu?"
"It's Yun's boyfriend!"
"Oh! My sister's boyfriend! Is Wu really that good at cooking?" After receiving Jiang Jun's affirmative answer, Huang Chunbo asked, "Sister, will you recite poems to Wu? If not, how do you love him?"
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