Chapter 121 Butterfly Lovers (7) Liu Tao and Luo Jun were walking on the street, and the neighbors along the way greeted them happily. Luo Jun didn't respond at all. He had his hands in his pockets and looked emotionless. Liu Tao responded with a smile one by one. The neighbors also looked like they were used to it and couldn't help but whisper after the two left. "Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo have a really good relationship." "We're going to Master Jiang's place again, right? Master Jiang's place isn't cheap either. Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo are either at Wu's Restaurant or Master Jiang. They are so rich, why do they live here with us?" "You don't understand this. I heard that Mrs. Luo liked that small western-style building and Mr. Luo bought it specially. What is it called... Liqin or something? She has a good relationship. Mr. Luo is from Shanghai and specially bought it with her. Mrs. Luo comes back to look for her." "I think Mrs. Luo is also very nice. Mr. Luo is cold and ignores people all day long. Mrs. Luo is smiling all day long and doesn't put on any airs. She doesn't mind everyone going to the yard to listen to books." "If I didn't have a consumptive ghost to take care of at home, I would also go and listen to books in the afternoon." Mr. Luo and Mrs. Luo, who are deeply in love as husband and wife, walked together, but what they talked about was their parents' shortcomings that the onlookers didn't expect. "You haven't read the stack of newspapers in the northeast corner of the "Xia Ke Jiang Hu Xing" serialization that has been completed for two months. There is always no sunlight in that place. If you don't want to read it again recently, I will find someone to dry the newspapers tomorrow. After we got there, we went to the second floor. There are several places on the second floor where you can get some sun.”
"Uncle Liang gave me an invitation this afternoon. He said that Mr. Huang from Shanghai sent his eldest son to marry Chief Wang's daughter next month. Should we..." "It's enough to bring a gift. It's a troublesome trip." Luo Jun said, "What else?" "Ah?" Liu Tao was a little confused. "Didn't I give you a letter this afternoon? You asked Miss Zhang to read it to you." Luo Jun said. "Oh, that's what Leader Liu wrote to me. The troupe is leaving Shanghai. It's not safe to fight in the north now. They plan to go south. Only Sister Ahong stays in Shanghai. Didn't she get married again last year? ? Her man is in Shanghai, and she hasn’t left." "She is...the one who taught you how to make tangerine peel tea?" Luo Jun asked. Liu Tao nodded: "Sister A Hong's cooking skills are very good. The soups and soups I served you before were all made by Sister A Hong for me, but you have never drunk them. The only time you drank them was when I cooked them. of." "It's not safe in Shanghai now. Let Lao Liang send a message there. Get her a room in the concession and treat it as tuition for her to teach you how to make tangerine peel tea." Luo Jun said. Liu Tao smiled sheepishly and nodded happily. The two walked to the corner of the street. At the corner of the street is an ordinary farmyard with a low house. Vegetables are planted in the yard, and two children are sitting on the ground playing in the mud. The door of the low room was ajar, Liu Tao stepped forward and knocked twice. A young man walked out of the low room and welcomed Liu Tao and Luo Jun in with a smile. "Mr. Luo, Mrs. Luo, you came at the right time. The last dish of tofu has just come out of the pot. I was still thinking about whether to warm the dish before you came." There are two small tables in the low room, which is very simple but very clean. There were three dishes and one soup on the table, including fried tofu, stir-fried shredded carrots, pan-fried fish and pork liver soup. Among them, the potted tofu looks very good. The tofu is soaked in seasonings to turn dark, coated in egg liquid and fried until golden brown, and is also poured with chicken soup. It looks good, has a good aroma, and the tofu skin looks golden, crispy and slightly shiny. In this day and age, it is definitely a standard dish that the kids next door will be craving for. For the sake of good food, Luo Jun did not mind the simple dining environment and sat down to eat. I basically only ate tofu throughout the meal, occasionally checking out the crispy fried fish, and finished with a few sips of pork liver soup. My chopsticks didn't even touch the shredded carrots during the whole meal. Luo Jun and Liu Tao were eating in the house, and Master Jiang was squatting by the stove to eat. A standard chef's meal, he eats what the guests eat.
A few pieces of pot-stuffed tofu that were obviously leftovers, half a bowl of shredded carrots, a fried small fish, a bowl of pork liver soup without pork liver, and two sweet potatoes, Master Jiang squatted by the stove and ate deliciously. This even made the kid next door cry. The kitchen has a back door. The children next door who used to play with mud smelled the aroma and sat at the back door to watch Master Jiang eat. Master Jiang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he could only put down the bowl, pat the mud on the child's body, wash his little hands, and put a piece of tofu into his mouth. The child held tofu in his mouth, hugged Master Jiang, and shouted vaguely: "Mingming, Mingming." Liu Tao knocked on the door and entered the kitchen to discuss tomorrow's noodles with Master Jiang. This was what he saw. "Master Jiang Weiming, I didn't expect that someone would call you Mingming." Liu Tao said with a smile. Jiang Weiming put down the child and fed him another mouthful of shredded carrots: "The neighbor's child always likes to run towards me. His father was joking with me yesterday, saying that he would imitate me and speak with a northern accent." As he spoke, Jiang Weiming's eyes dimmed: "This child is about the same age as my nephew. I don't know where my eldest brother, sister-in-law and nephew are now." "As long as you inquire slowly, you will always get the news." Liu Tao said, "I want to discuss the outcome of tomorrow with you." "Can you continue to make carrot noodles tomorrow? But not in the shape of carrots. They can be shaped like dates, apricots, apples, or pears. The filling inside must be carrots." Hearing what Liu Tao said, Jiang Weiming glanced outside subconsciously. Luo Jun thought the house was too low and went out after eating. There were leftover vegetables on the table outside, including half a plate of shredded carrots. "Mr. Luo doesn't seem to like carrots very much," Jiang Weiming said. "He doesn't like to eat them. He said carrots have a strange smell." Liu Tao smiled, "But he reads newspapers and books at home every day. Now the house we live in has no electric lights, so we can only light candles." "Candles hurt the eyes. I remember there was an old embroiderer in the village when I was a child. When she was young, she would always light a lamp to embroider at night while rushing to work. She became blind before she was 30 years old." "I heard Dr. Liu said that eating carrots is good for the eyes, but I also know that he doesn't like eating them. I just want to ask if you can make the carrots taste like he likes to eat, or even look like he likes to eat them." "I know why he bought the house here. He knows that I am not used to living in mansions in other places. Everything in those places is good, but... they don't think highly of me." "Actually, I'm used to it, but I really like it here." "I don't want him to light candles and read the newspaper and damage his eyes, so I have to find a way to get him to eat some carrots." Jiang Weiming thought for a while and said, "I...let's try it." "I'm actually not very good at noodles. When I was in Peiping, I learned a little from the Suzhou master hired by my father to teach my second brother. I only know a few things. I... study it?" "Thank you so much." Liu Tao was very happy, "Then I'll come over early tomorrow to get the noodles. Could you please make the noodles a little harder? My husband always makes them a snack when he reads the newspaper in the afternoon. Eat, he likes to eat harder." Jiang Weiming accepted the dog food, sent Liu Tao away, and continued eating. (End of chapter)
