Yang Lina was very hungry. She took a sip of pimple soup. Before she could swallow it, there was a sharp voice in her head reminding her to eat well in the morning, full in the middle and less in the evening. She must control it. If she continues to gain weight, she will not be able to find it next year.
object.
"puff--"
The pimple soup spurted out. Li Jingming thought that Yang Lina was hungry and had been burned. He stared at Yang Lina seriously and said, "Eat slowly, it's very hot when it comes out of the pot."
Does this person care about me?
No, are you caring about the original owner?
Yang Lina opened her mouth in surprise, but saw that Li Jingming had already lowered his head to eat from his bowl.
Li Jingming ate very quickly. When he finished the third bowl, Yang Lina was still eating from her own bowl with chopsticks.
Strangely enough, the faster I ate, the more I wanted to eat. I was very hungry, but now Yang Lina couldn't eat half a bowl.
"You go and rest, I'll wash the dishes."
Yang Lina put her bowl on the chopping board. In this era of food shortage, she didn't want to be a sinner. The leftovers in the bowl should be kept for breakfast tomorrow morning.
What is this going to do?
Li Jingming looked at Yang Lina warily, suspecting again that the woman had fallen and her brain was broken and her stomach was also injured.
She didn't eat well all day today. At noon, I thought she was pretending, but there was one tortilla missing in the basin. She was tired all afternoon and couldn't finish a bowl of pimple soup.
Is it possible that he is afraid that he will not give her food to eat?
"Just like before, you can eat whatever you want. I won't starve you. On the contrary, I will let you eat more."
He wouldn't be stupid enough to let someone secretly point at his back and scold him for abusing women or something like that.
He took the bowl back from Yang Lina's hand, put it into the pot, and washed the bowl cleanly after three strokes and two divided by two.
In the future, it would be normal for a grown man to wash the dishes, but in the 1980s, such a man would have no machismo, and it was really the original owner who made the money.
Just think about it, in the new society men and women are equal, no matter who washes them the same.
After Yang Lina figured it out, she took the washbasin, mixed it with warm water and brought it into the utility room, scrubbed her whole body clean, changed into a set of clean clothes, and then sat comfortably at the table.
There is a pen and paper on the table. The chicken pen was built according to my own ideas, but how should I repair the pig pen?
When he was lost in thought, Li Jingming sat across from the table with half a basin of hot water. Yang Lina was so frightened that the pen in her hand almost flew out.
"You...why don't you say anything? You scared me to death!"
You must have done too many bad things to be so scared!
Li Jingming was speechless, with a dark face, he grabbed Yang Lina's hands and stuffed them into the basin. The hot water stimulated the blisters on Yang Lina's palms, and she immediately grinned in pain.
"It hurts, it hurts, what are you doing?"
What does this guy want to do? He always has a dark face, as if he is stealing his family's food. He doesn't even say a nice word, but just appears and doesn't scare him. It's really annoying.
He scolded Li Jingming all over with dissatisfaction in his heart, but could not break free from Li Jingming's hand.
This was also the first time Li Jingming touched Yang Lina's hand, which was soft and slippery.
"Soak the blister with hot water, then use a needle to pop it and squeeze out the water. Apply some alcohol and the pain will be gone tomorrow."
After listening to Li Jingming's explanation, Yang Lina's face instantly turned red and hot, and she lowered her head in guilt.
It turned out that he wanted to help himself.
Chickenpox is broken quickly, and when the blood comes out, there is no swelling or pain around the blisters.
Under the dim light, Yang Lina looked at Li Jingming's resolute profile, cold eyes, and straight nose. Her heart was beating wildly somewhere, and there was the sound of a deer bumping around.