Wu Xiuli began to reflect on her actions.
If she wants to live peacefully in this brigade, she has to make changes. Look, neither she nor Lu Qianyao is having a good time.
Just then, Wu Xiuli retreated to Lu Qianyao's side and glared at him hard. Qianyao glared back at her, and they looked down on each other.
Yang Mumu took a look, then looked away and continued to divide the meat.
After the meat was distributed, everyone thanked again and happily took the meat home to cook it.
Yang Mumu and Gu Xingzhou's half of the meat was also cut into strips. Song Yan borrowed a cart to help push it back. Yang Mumu held the blood sausage that Song Yan had been thinking about.
The "patient" Gu Xingzhou was cared for by other people in the Youth League Institute, and Wang Zhijun and Li Jianhua helped him back.
As the elder brother of the Youth Home, Wang Zhijun got his help and asked with concern, "Xingzhou, you vomited so much blood today, are you really not going to the town's health center?"
"It's okay, it's no big deal." Gu Xingzhou didn't intend to explain. He didn't care what they thought.
Song Yan was listening to Wang Zhijun's words, holding back his smile, and glanced at the water bottle hanging on Gu Xingzhou's body.
Yang Mumu looked down at the basin in his hand. The blood had just solidified into blood sausage. Half an hour ago, it was still fresh and warm blood, and the level of the blood sausage was a little lower than when it was first put into the basin.
Not surprisingly, the blood that Gu Xingzhou vomited was wild boar blood. When Song Yan went to support Gu Xingzhou, he also helped to cover up his little movements below.
Xia Zhizhi happily walked over to Yang Mumu, holding her little piece of meat.
"Mumu, we are grateful to you and Gu Zhiqing again today. Thank you. I admire your ability to react so much. If I had encountered what happened today, I would have been stupid and would have let them manipulate me."
"If it were me, the money in my pocket would probably already be in their pocket. You guys are amazing. I want to learn from you."
He Yuan looked at Yang Mumu with admiration. She liked this friend more and more. Such character and ability to act were what she lacked the most.
The other educated youth also followed suit to express their gratitude. Each of them was carrying meat with a happy face.
"You have thanked me so many times. No need to thank me. We are all from the same Youth Home. Let's go back and cook the meat."
Yang Mumu greeted everyone with a smile, and the group of people happily returned to the yard to cook lunch, which was an extra snack today.
Except for a few individuals, today, everyone else is as happy as during Chinese New Year. The smell of meat wafts through the house. There are fewer children playing outside as they have all gone home to stay by the stove.
Yang Mumu and Gu Xingzhou had a lot of meat, so they also started to clean up.
Yang Mumu and Gu Xingzhou each took half of the wild boar lard, and the two decided to refine the oil together.
Gu Xingzhou provided the firewood and was responsible for cutting the lard and fat. She took the pot and was responsible for scalding it with a shovel.
It was a little late at noon today and it was close to work time, so in the end Song Yan, He Yuan and Xia Zhizhi also took their own rations and joined in to make lunch together.
Several people had already prepared their own pots and stoves, and five stoves were placed side by side and started at the same time.
Yang Mumu and Gu Xingzhou's pots were used to refine oil, Xia Zhizhi's pot was used to cook rice for five people, He Yuan's pot was used to stir-fry vegetables, and Song Yan's pot was used to cook blood sausage and soup.
Other people from the Youth League Institute also gathered together in groups of three or four to cook today's meal.
Liu Qingwan made it by herself. She brought a bowl of fried meatballs and two canned fruit bottles to Yang Mumu.
"Mumu, thank you for saving my life today. I don't have much to thank you for. I just made these meatballs, and the canned fruit was also made with peaches that I planted in front of my house before I went to the countryside. I hope you don't mind."
Yang Mumu saw her looking at him expectantly with a hint of uneasiness in her eyes, so she reached out to take the thing and smiled at her.
"It looks delicious. Okay, I'll take it."
A happy smile appeared on Liu Qingwan's cold face.
"If you like it, I'll make it for you next time. I've worked in a canning factory before, so I can make all kinds of canned food and even more dishes. I'll make them for you in the future."
She remembered that the book said that the dishes cooked by the heroine were excellent, and that Lu Qianyao, that bastard, enjoyed a lot of life in the book, eating the dishes cooked by the heroine every day.
Yang Mumu nodded happily: "Sure, I like it very much, I will try it when I have the chance."
After hearing this, Gu Xingzhou looked over and wondered why there were always people trying to steal his job?
He scooped up the garlic sprouts and pork in hot pot from the pot and put it on the table while shouting towards Yang Mumu to attract his attention: "Mumu, the dishes are ready, time to eat."
"Here I come."
Yang Mumu responded.
Liu Qingwan said tactfully, "Mumu, go eat quickly. I have to go back to eat too. I'll let you try other dishes next time."
She was very happy to be able to make friends with Yang Mumu today. Liu Qingwan thought that it was a blessing in disguise for her as she had a friend in the Youth League Institute.
"Okay, go ahead. I have to try the meatballs you made."
Yang Mumu gently shook the plate in her hand, walked to the table with the dish, and looking at the fragrant meatballs inside, she couldn't wait to taste the craftsmanship that was said to be as good as that of the master chefs in the city's state-owned restaurants.
"Hurry up, hurry up, sit down and eat."
Yang Mumu invited the others to sit at the table. Today's dishes were particularly rich. All of them were meat, either stir-fried with pure meat or stir-fried with oil residue. They were extremely delicious.
Gu Xingzhou calmly placed his twice-cooked pork and fried cabbage in front of Yang Mumu, and pretended to adjust the distance between the dishes on the table, moving Liu Qingwan's fried meatballs back.
In order to scoop soup for Yang Mumu, he also scooped blood and pork soup into everyone's bowl first.
"Come, drink a sip of soup first to moisten your throat."
"Oh my god, it smells so good. Today's meal is so rich. Sister Mu would like to offer you a bowl of soup." Song Yan picked up the soup and prepared to drink it.
Yang Mumu pushed the soup forward and said, "Let's have one together."
The others quickly picked up their bowls, clinked them together happily, and expressed gratitude for today.
"Try the garlic sprouts and pork I made. These are the tender garlic sprouts Aunt Yang gave me on the way back home."
After putting down the bowl, Gu Xingzhou quickly took the serving chopsticks and picked up a piece of food for each person, successfully letting Yang Mumu be the first to eat the dish he cooked.
"Mmm, delicious, delicious. The dishes you cook always suit my taste."
Hearing Yang Mumu's words, he felt happy and relieved.
So what if someone takes his job? The dishes he cooks are the ones that best suit Mu Mu's taste. Through eating together several times on the train, he knows the dishes and flavors that Mu Mu likes. He likes strong and spicy flavors the most. He has learned Sichuan cuisine, so he cooks according to Mu Mu's taste.
He didn't care much when Yang Mumu picked up Liu Qingwan's meatballs with his chopsticks for the second time. His position was unshakable.
However, as he was eating, his eyes were unconsciously drawn to the past.
Yang Mumu took a bite, her eyes lit up, she lowered her head and took another bite, she put the meatball into her mouth in two bites and picked up another one.
She also recommended to others: "These meatballs are also delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. You should try them."
Is it so delicious?
Gu Xingzhou competed and picked one up and ate it.
Okay, I have to admit that it is delicious.
But he can make something more delicious. Gu Xingzhou plans to practice making fried meatballs later.
The food here was delicious. Over there, Wu Xiuli was eating sweet potato porridge with pickles. The aroma of pork filled the yard, and she found it difficult to eat. She felt very uncomfortable and regretted it so much.
She glared at Lu Qianyao fiercely. She blamed him for what happened to her today.
Lu Qianyao, who was sitting not far away, didn't want to pay attention to her while holding a noodle dumpling. He was alone, feeling sad and thinking about life.
"Is Lu Qianyao here? Lu Qianyao, there is a letter for you."
Looking up, I saw a postman standing at the gate and shouting towards the Youth League Home.
"exist."
Lu Qianyao ran over to get the letter, saw the mailing address and contact person on it, and glanced in surprise at Yang Mumu who was sitting in the yard eating.
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