Zhang Mingyi walked away with her head held high like a winning rooster. Qiao Jinling found that there was another diner who calmly ate from beginning to end. The other diners felt something was wrong and consciously put down their money and left.
He was the only one wearing blue overalls, eating a mouthful of noodles, a mouthful of garlic, and a sip of wine. He ate so beautifully.
The joys and sorrows of human beings are indeed different. But her father once told her that a monkey that can eat can climb a mountain, and a tiger that can eat can occupy a mountain. Eating is the fundamental measure of human ability. Most people who love life love to eat.
Qiao Xiangxiu was so ashamed that she ran to the back room and sobbed secretly. Qiao Jinfeng was at a loss. She had never seen her second aunt in such a mess.
"Sister Jinfeng, does Liu Fangzhou, whom aunt mentioned just now, come here often?"
Qiao Jinling wanted to know more about the inside story.
"Well, he often brings a little girl named Liu Tiantian here. I don't like her. She is very squeamish."
Qiao Jinfeng pouted, her sister is better.
Qiao Jinling had a relationship with Liu Tiantian, but he didn't like her very much. She was not destined to be a princess, but she was as arrogant as a princess. It's no wonder that a grandma like Zhang Mingyi spoils her.
"Lingling, what should we do? Second aunt looks so pitiful."
"Sister Jinfeng, you have been spending the longest time with your second aunt, why don't you go and persuade her."
When Qiao Jinling said this, she actually didn't expect Qiao Jinfeng to persuade her to have any effect. He just wanted to get rid of her because he had other things to do.
Qiao Jinfeng also obeyed and walked straight into the back room.
Qiao Jinling took out the pencil and notebook given to her sister, brushed them a few times, and wrote a long paragraph. The diner was immersed in his own world from beginning to end, and was a proper foodie.
She put the notebook into Qiao Xiangxiu's account book. This way she could ensure that her second aunt would see it. In fact, she didn't want to encourage her second aunt to find Liu Fangzhou again. With such a mother-in-law here, if a man doesn't have enough backbone to take responsibility, then this woman
Most of the time, life is not easy.
Love cannot withstand the trivialities of life. A marriage that is not blessed by parents is not strong enough in itself, let alone such a domineering mother-in-law.
She wanted to persuade Qiao Xiangxiu to let go when it was time. Such a family could not heal her body and mind. It was just entering the quagmire of marriage again. She finally got out of it, how could she fall into it so easily again.
Qiao Xiangxiu and Qiao Jinfeng walked out together. Her eyes were as red and swollen as walnuts. It was almost time for dinner, and there were still many things to do. This strong woman did not let herself indulge in sadness for too long.
In emotion.
"Let's go! Boss Qiao! The money is on the table!"
The man finally finished eating and strode out of the store.
"You walk slowly, Brother Chen."
Qiao Xiangxiu said hello, and quickly cleared the dishes on the table.
"Oh, I even told Lingling to eat the noodles. They've probably become lumpy after being left there for so long. I'll make another bowl."
Qiao Xiangxiu forced a smile. A bowl of noodles has been left for a long time and has been picked over by others. It is no longer the freshest bowl of noodles, let alone the people.
"No, Second Aunt, I just eat this bowl and it's good. Lingling felt a little hot just now, eat it now, it's just right."
Qiao Jinling saw Qiao Xiangxiu's thoughts and deliberately ate the noodles with chopsticks, but to be honest, the noodles were really good.
The soup is mellow, the noodles are chewy, the white noodles are covered with thick soup, the color is bright, the smell is fragrant, and the overall taste is salty. After eating a bowl, your body will warm up.
What she wrote to Qiao Xiangxiu was a short poem "To the Oak" by Shu Ting, which was first published in "Poetry Magazine" in 1979. It was also a poem that Qiao Jinling particularly liked.
Thirty years later, people talk about traffic, live broadcasts, Internet celebrities, and making money, but now people regard poetry as the most beautiful existence. Words that cannot be said, things that are not dare to be said, and things that you want to say can all be found in poetry. They have been imprisoned for a long time.
With my thoughts, I discovered for the first time the beautiful language of poetry.
"You have your bronze branches and iron trunks, like knives and swords,
Also like a halberd; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch. We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder; we share the mist, the flowing mist, the hauni..."
The feelings of sharing weal and woe, sharing weal and woe, shouldering love, and standing side by side in the poem fascinated Qiao Jinling, so even though she was 36 years old in her previous life, she was not willing to give in at all.
Now she copied this poem to Qiao Xiangxiu, hoping that she would understand that the best love will not make people feel inferior. When you stay with the right person, you will feel comfortable physically and mentally.
When Qiao pulled Tan forward and came back, the three of them tacitly understood each other and said nothing. Looking at her father's cheerful and careless look, she was a little envious of her parents' love. Although it was not vigorous, it was a steady flow and they respected each other.
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So after her father passed away, when she grew up, she tried to persuade her mother to find someone else to live with, but her mother never let go. Maybe she knew she would never find a man as good as her father again.
Qiao Jinling was silent along the way. Qiao Xiangqian thought her daughter was angry for not taking her to the charcoal shelter.
When he got home, Qiao took a few mouthfuls of rice and started making briquettes. Qiao Jinling squatted aside and watched her parents working.
This is a physical job. You have to mix charcoal powder and red clay in a ratio of 1:1. After the mixture is fully mixed, dig a hole in the middle and pour water on it. It will turn into a sticky charcoal mud, just like kneading dough.
It must be mixed thoroughly, otherwise the produced briquettes will not burn quickly. After the charcoal mud becomes sticky, it is too sticky and requires repeated stirring with a shovel, which is extremely labor-intensive.
After this work is completed, the rest will be much better. Take out the mold for making briquettes, which is similar to a pump. One end is a cylindrical mold. First dip some water in a basin, and then dip it in another basin.
Poke the sawdust into the charcoal mud hard, wait until the porcelain is pressed firmly, and then push out the briquettes formed inside.
In this way, piece by piece, they are arranged in order, exposed to the sun, and the briquettes are completely dried, then they can be moved to the stove and stacked up for use slowly in the winter.
Qiao Qianqian did more and wanted to send it to Yang Guixiang. The child she least wanted to see was now the one who took care of her the most.
By the time all this was done, it was already dark.
Qiao Xiangqian and Sun Huifang were both so tired that they sat on their chairs for a long time without moving.
"I can do it in two days, but you still insist on helping me? By the way, I have something for you."
Qiao Qianqian cursed and felt sorry for his wife.
"What are you just remembering now?"
Qiao stepped forward and took out a large bundle and handed it to Sun Huifang.
"I went to get it from Sister-in-law Ji today. Didn't you always say you wanted Shuangyang brand wool? I mentioned it, and Sister-in-law Ji gave me these."
Sun Huifang opened the bag and found various kinds of yarn inside: "Why did you take other people's things again? The most difficult thing to repay is a debt of gratitude."
Sun Huifang is right when she says that eating people has a short mouth and taking people has a short hand. You cannot owe others favors for no reason.
"Look at you, am I so clueless? Of course I'll pay you. If she doesn't accept the money, I won't want it. Sister-in-law Ji said she has relatives in that woolen factory. If you want it, she'll do it for you."
you buy it."
Qiao Xiangqian had already guessed that his wife would say this. He was not the kind of person who loved taking advantage. Even if he earned less money and walked slower, he had to take every step steadily.