Ten thousand US dollars is not a big sum to Lin Chuang. He is just curious whether Brother Dong is a real money addict or if he has other uses.
"You spend this thousand French coins first, and let Lotus take out 10,000 U.S. dollars and send them to you tomorrow."
As Lin Chuang was talking, he suddenly remembered something and said to Yi Lianhua, "There is a safe, right?"
"Yes, it's in the bedroom upstairs." Yi Lianhua replied.
"Tell her the password, take the money and put it in the safe. Don't let the thief miss it," Lin Chuang said.
"Okay." Yi Lianhua nodded.
"Brother, are you okay?" Brother Dong asked.
"No matter how busy I am today, I still want to accompany you."
Upon hearing this, Brother Dong laughed.
"Hehehe... Then you can rest at home for a while. Chunhong and I will buy some noodles and vegetables. I will make dumplings for you to eat in the evening."
"Okay, I really want the taste of my hometown, but I don't know if your two guys can do it?"
"Won't you know if you try it?"
"Since you are going out to buy things, let Zhang Jin and the others go with you. It will be convenient if you have a car."
"Very good."
Brother Dong agreed and walked out with Chunhong.
"Hold on, I'll go with you." Yi Lianhua stopped Brother Dong and said to Lin Chuang: "Sir, since it's a hot pot, why don't you give her a gift? I'll go with the lady and give her some clothes.
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Lin Chuangjing only remembered the rules of hotpot in his hometown when Yi Lianhua reminded him.
If you don’t give gifts to warm pot, what kind of warm pot is that?
He looked at Brother Dong's bare wrist and said to Yi Lianhua: "Buy her a watch. It's convenient to tell the time. Consider it a gift from me."
"Yeah." Yi Lianhua nodded.
"Hehe, my brother's moves are extraordinary." Brother Dong smiled, looked at Yi Lianhua's watch, and asked: "Sister, what brand is yours?"
“Swiss Tissot.”
"Is there anything better than Tissot?"
"Yes, Omega, Longines, and Patek Philippe are all better than Tissot."
Brother Dong asked Lin Chuang again: "Brother, what kind of watch are you wearing?"
“Longines.”
"Then buy me a Longines too."
"Okay, little money fan!"
Lin Chuang rolled his eyes at her.
Brother Dong walked away with a smile.
What Brother Dong said just now may seem like a money-crazy person, but in fact, Lin Chuang knew in her heart that she was not a money-crazy person.
First, she doesn’t want to be on the same level as Yi Lianhua, and her watch is better than hers. Although Yi Lianhua is Lin Dong’s biological mother, she is still her aunt.
Secondly, she wants to be on an equal footing with her, and her watch must match.
This kind of mentality would certainly not be inappropriate if it were one's biological sister, but she is not.
Also, when dealing with herself, she behaves very relaxedly and detachedly, while in front of others, she acts very serious and steady.
The difference between these two manifestations is whether they are close or distant.
What is she going to do? Is she still thinking about "the two lovers getting married"?
But the fact has been established, even if the reason for taking a different path is removed, she is not allowed to think about it anymore.
Tian Biyu has already suspected that Yi Lianhua is not a fool. With such an obvious performance, do you think others are fools?
Thinking of this, Lin Chuang felt a little headache: "The organization sent her here just to torture me. It can't be wrong."
"The Romance of Fairy Wood"
…
It wasn't until it was almost dark that Brother Dong and the others came back.
Chunhong, Zhang Jin and others moved things into the yard, and Lin Chuang was shocked.
I bought too many things and filled up the yard.
A bag of noodles, a jar of oil, a piece of pork, ginger, onions, garlic, eggplant, leeks, peppers, and of course soy sauce, vinegar, salt and other leftover ingredients are naturally indispensable.
In addition, there are several bags of clothes and shoes.
What surprised Lin Chuang the most was that there was a plate of kaizi stone mill and a bag of beans.
"Brother Dong, are you really interested? Do you want to make tofu pudding?" Lin Chuang asked in surprise.
"Yeah, when I have free time someday, I'll make a big pot and make tofu puffs." Brother Dong wiped the sweat from his face and replied.
In the dialect of my hometown, "pan" means "base".
It's not unusual for a farm girl to know how to cook pot head.
Lin Chuang glanced at Brother Dong and thought to himself, if he really lived in the countryside, marrying a wife like Brother Dong would be really good, strong and able to work.
"Brother Dong, there is no big puddle in front of your house in Shanghai. Where can we get brine?" Lin Chuang asked.
To make tofu curd, you must use water with high calcium content to "drink" it, otherwise it will not take shape and will just be a pot of soy milk.
There is a big pit in front of Brother Dong's hometown. People in the village who make tofu puffs use pit water to "order" the tofu.
Of course, Lin Chuang knew that later generations of tofu puffers used glucose because it contained calcium.
"It's okay. When I was in school, my teacher told me that the glucose used in hospitals can also be ordered. I tried it before coming to Shanghai, and it's better than ordering tofu from the pit."
Hey, she actually knows this too.
"Is it worth having such a big fight just for a bowl of tofu?" Lin Chuang said.
"It's worth it!" Brother Dong glanced at Lin Chuang and said firmly.
"Okay, I don't care about you." Lin Chuang said helplessly.
The look in her eyes just now said everything.
What can I say about the eyes? There is resentment and pain.
Of course Lin Chuang understands where this resentment and pain come from.
…
The three women worked together and the dumplings were quickly wrapped.
The noodles are made by Yi Lianhua, the stuffing is made by Brother Dong, and he even smashes the garlic himself.
When the dumplings were served, Lin Chuang only took one bite and looked at the stuffing, almost crying.
So delicious!
The salty taste is a bit strong, but it suits Lin Chuang's taste.
Lin Chuang has never eaten such authentic dumplings since he left home.
Because southerners have a dull taste, whether they are cooking or making pasta, they are not in line with the appetite left by their ancestors for Lin Chuang.
The stuffing is made of lean pork with leeks, which is his favorite food. Moreover, Lin Chuang has not eaten fatty pork since he was a child, especially the meat in dumplings. There can be no fat at all. If there is even a little bit, he will vomit.
Everyone in the family knows this. Every time he eats dumplings, his mother will make another pot for him.
Looking at this dumpling now, there is not even a trace of fat on it, which shows that Brother Dong has put great care into it.
This is the taste of home, the taste of mother.
The dumplings suddenly evoked Lin Chuang's already settled nostalgia, making him almost shed tears.
Brother Dong looked at Lin Chuang longingly. Seeing that he was in a daze, he asked nervously: "Brother, is it delicious?"
"Yeah, it's delicious." Lin Chuang replied dully.
"It's delicious? Why don't you look very happy?"
"I miss my mother."
Unconsciously, Lin Chuang used dialect.
"It's okay, brother, I'm here. If you are willing to eat from now on, I will cook it for you. When the big pot heads are put on the plate, I will steam buns and steamed buns for you, and keep them so that you won't miss home again."
Brother Dong also used dialect.
Lin Chuang nodded.
…
After dinner, Lin Chuang gave Chun Hong a few more words and told Brother Dong to call if he had anything to do. Because he was concerned about finding out the news about Hai Xin, he returned to Lanyuan with reluctance.
Liu Ermeng dragged Li Honglin to his room.
Lin Chuang and Yi Lianhua entered the main hall.
As soon as I walked in, I saw the expression on Tian Biyu's face, and I felt bad and jealous.
