With a "bang", this unlucky wide-mouthed deep disc immediately shattered into a flash.

This plate of soup coriander recognized, Hanjiang Xue's special high-pressure grid wide-brimmed bowl, this fall, fell into a serious deep bowl, very down-to-earth bowl is bowl is along the edge.

The fragments turned over a few times, and flew over Tang Qian's calf with momentum, but her pants were thick, and her skin and flesh were not hurt.

The people at the table listened to the sound, and their bodies collectively bounced straight, and they pushed the table away and stood up, saying "what's wrong" and "didn't cut it" and walked towards Tang Qian.

Tang Qian felt that these sounds were very far away, as if they were swinging from the sky, and they were particularly unreal.

Zhuang Shize was sitting next to Tang Qian at the time, which was the closest to the door.

He walked up to Tang Qian in two steps, glanced at the broken bowl, and there was a circle of rice around the bowl.

"Why is it that you are also a person who shouts that people are sons, there is a mother like you who can't hold the bowl steadily?" Zhuang Shize habitually stabbed the mouth first, and his hand was faster than his mouth to help the soup coriander to the side of the dining table, away from the pile of broken porcelain.

If you want to put it aside, Tang Qian must say the last sentence, "Lay out the facts and be reasonable, you tell me what is the logical relationship between serving the bowl and whether you are a mother or not!", Since Zhuang Shize heard her and Wang Qi's words last time, he has been talking to her in this tone.

Cold-spoken, it should have been uncomfortable, but Tang Qian was very adaptable, and he stabbed back, and he said more to Zhuang Shize than before!

However, after seeing the bowl of things just now, her brain kept booming, and she hadn't even adjusted her ability to speak, let alone pick up Zhuang Shize's words.

Zhuang Shize looked at Tang Qian as if he had lost his soul, he screamed several times but did not respond, and was patted on the shoulder. He looked back: "Uncle." ”

Tang Weipeng didn't know when he came over, he carried a broom and a garbage shovel in his hand, and pointed upstairs, meaning that he should take Tang Qian upstairs. The scene was a little chaotic, and Zhuang Shize gently helped Tang Qian's shoulder to go upstairs.

Tang Qian didn't react at all, pointing where to go.

Zhuang Shize frowned slightly, and while going upstairs, he turned back to look at the bowl.

Tang Qian her uncle, her aunt, and her cousin all squatted by the bowl to watch the rarity.

Lin Huimin stopped the little one from touching the bowl: "Be careful not to cut your hands." ”

Tang Weipeng didn't touch the bowl, only swept away the surrounding debris.

Lin Jiancheng and her daughter-in-law said: "There must be something here, otherwise why would the coriander be so frightened!"

Lin Jiancheng felt that it made sense: "Don't be wrapped in rice, right?"

's arm suddenly got a layer of goosebump: "Don't be a dead mouse!"

My aunt slapped my cousin's arm: "What nonsense!"

Lin Huizhen didn't feel anything, her brows furrowed: "Don't send it from Liang Que, right?"

It's not interesting for everyone to guess, Lin Huizhen said: "Everyone stay away, I'll take a look at the bowl." ”

Everyone quickly took a step back, stretching their necks, half scared and half curious.

Lin Huizhen pulled the broom from Tang Weipeng's hand, but Tang Weipeng refused to let him go, and stretched out his hand to stop Lin Huizhen behind him.

He turned the broom upside down, took the flat plastic buckle on the top of the bamboo handle and inserted it diagonally from the edge of the bowl, and when he pried it, the bowl was immediately poured and the bowl was turned facing the sky—it was a bowl of rice.

Everyone was mentally prepared to watch horror movies, so as soon as the bowl was lifted, they gasped because of inertia.

Tang Weipeng took the bamboo handle and opened the rice again, everyone came closer to look, and looked up again, you look at me, I look at you, and what I think in my mind is almost the same-

Just a bowl of pork ribs rice?!

Tang Qian had been sitting on the edge of the bed, hanging her legs, her face expressionless, and her eyes empty.

Zhuang Shize pulled a chair and sat opposite, the curtains were half drawn, and her body was half shrouded in darkness, half blocked by light. The palm-sized face looked a little pale, the eyes were looking at the ground, and the eyelashes cast a shadow in the eye sockets.

Zhuang Shize was a little heartbroken when he saw it, he knew that Tang Qian had something to hide from him, a big deal.

After ten minutes, Tang Qian let out a long sigh.

She had already regained her usual expression, and the surprise on her face flashed when she looked up, Zhuang Shize Yiyi caught it, and her heart suddenly burst into flames.

For so long, although Zhuang Shize is still amiable with her, talking about things and making suggestions, it is the first time in this period of time to be quietly in the same room.

Tang Qian was a little uncomfortable and said, "There is pimple soup downstairs, go and eat it while it's hot, don't melt it, it's not delicious." ”

Zhuang Shize sneered: "Don't you think you don't have enough pimples in your heart?

Tang Qian recovered from what happened just now, and sneered back: "I don't know who told me, March 3, pimple incense!"

Zhuang Shize's face flushed, yes, yes, yes! I said it! If you don't say it, it's not okay!

Not really.

A timid voice came from outside the door: "Brother Ze, Mom said that you have been thinking about the pimple soup just now, let me bring two bowls up, you tell my sister to eat some, March 3rd today." ”

Tang Qian laughed out two rows of white teeth, shaking Zhuang Shize's heart.

Sure enough, in the next second, Tang Qian said: "Who is Brother Ze who is worried about the pimple soup, hurry up and open the door!"

Zhuang Shize's facial features tensed to open the door, and Tang Qian laughed on the bed.

As soon as the door opened, Yaya was worried about Tang Qian, and when she looked inside, she saw her sister on the bed and watched Tang Qian take two bowls of pimple soup on the bed, put them on the table, and calmly watched Tang Qian smile and fall on the bed.

Tang Qian panted with laughter: "People are doing it, the sky is watching!"

Zhuang Shize: "......"

The room belonged to Tang Weipeng and Lin Huizhen, and sometimes Tang Weipeng was reluctant to go out, so Lin Huizhen always prepared a table by the bed here to accompany him to eat.

At this moment, these two bowls of pimple soup are between Zhuang Shize and Tang Qian.

The pimples are different in size, some are round and some are uneven, white, and lie quietly in the clear soup.

In the morning, when Tang Qian and noodles, Zhuang Shize also handed water to him, and watched Tang Qian explain to the girl who was shouting to learn on the side-

gnocchi soup is actually not difficult to make, the main thing is that the gnocchi should be kneaded well.

You have to prepare a few bowls of water in advance, hold the water in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, slowly pour the water into the basin containing the flour, and stir the chopsticks along with it.

When the flour can be stirred, put it down and wake up for a while, stir again, repeat several times, and completely stir out the gluten.

Finally, knead it into a ball, cover it with wet gauze, and don't make the dough hard.

When boiling, bring the water to a boil, pull a piece of dough, roll it round, and throw it into the pot.

Yaya likes this part the most, everyone calls it frog diving.

When the pimple is almost down, put sugar, and the white sugar dissolves quickly in the water, and the white mist floating up has a hint of sweetness.

The sugar in the water bites the pimple tightly, and at this time it is not afraid of the pimple melting, and when it boils again, you can turn off the fire.

The dough is not finished, and after boiling a few bowls, it is still covered with wet gauze.

The bowl of soup coriander was just cooked by Lin Huimin, and it was still hot.

The pimple soup couldn't wait in the end, Zhuang Shize took a sip of the soup first, it was sweet and silky into his throat.

The pimple is strong, and after absorbing the sweet soup, it is also sweet when chewed, and a faint "da-da-da" sound pops up between the teeth.

Qian didn't smile anymore, silently lowered his head and drank the soup, his mind was in a mess, while thinking that he would have to talk to Wang Qi about today's events when he returned to the dormitory later.

Looking at the past from Zhuang Shize's point of view, Qian lowered his head slightly, revealing a small piece of snow-white neck, with smooth lines, which made people's hearts inexplicably soft. A few strands of hair hung loosely from her ears around her cheeks, carefully holding her face together.

As soon as she lowered her head, these strands of hair swayed, Zhuang Shize seemed to be enchanted, and couldn't help but reach out and pin her hair behind her ears for Qian.

Coriander was stunned, and her heart skipped a beat.

Zhuang Shize looked at the coriander for a while, but he didn't react, he withdrew his hand stupidly, with a wry smile on his lips, pretending to be relaxed: "Don't get sugar water on your hair, be careful with your face, that, if you feel uncomfortable, I promise to pay attention to your behavior in the future." ”

His expression was so tingling in his eyes that he blurted out: "It's not uncomfortable!"

After saying that, a blush crept up on her face.

It would be false to say that he was unhappy, but Zhuang Shize insisted on suppressing this joy, and there was no flaw on his face.

"I'm not saying that I only thought of pimple soup on March 3rd, but in some special case, I would especially want to eat it. After chewing the pimple, he took a sip of sweet soup, slid down his throat, and the sweet fullness filled his mouth, Zhuang Shize took the spoon and played with the pimple in the bowl for a while, and suddenly said this.

The expression is serious and the tone is solemn.

This is what it looks like to tell the secret, and Qian straightened his back.

Zhuang Shize stared at the bowl: "When I was a child, when I didn't live with my grandfather, my parents were also in the village, and every day when I came back from the field, I had to drink a bowl of pimple soup, quenching my thirst on a hot day, warming my stomach on a cold day, and the more I chewed the pimple, the sweeter it became." At that time, I liked to eat one grain at a time, chew a few times, drink soup, and at that time, I also liked to eat green onion flatbread. ”

He paused, Qian vaguely knew what he was going to say, and shouted softly: "Zhuang Shize." ”

Zhuang Shize raised his head and smiled at Qian, the young man's eyebrows were clear, his eyes were black and white, and his good-looking outline was like an ink painting in the heart of a master.

She laughed so hard that her heart was choked.

Zhuang Shize lowered his head and continued to stir the lumps in the bowl, and the clear soup slowly thickened: "Later, my parents left, and you know what happened next, and I didn't dare to touch the round flatbread from then on." Originally, my grandfather didn't know that I was sick, and I was dizzy, but I thought I had low blood sugar, and I never said it. It wasn't until my uncle noticed that something was wrong and called me a psychiatrist that I slowly told me what was going on. I still remember that after the first time, I was sweating all over, my mouth had no taste at all, my throat was pantothenic all the time, and my grandfather cooked me pimple soup that day. After eating, I felt like my whole body was coming back. Yes, before that, I felt that there was a part of my body that I didn't know where to go, and after eating it, I felt that my stomach was full, and the person was relieved, and then slowly, I explained my situation to the doctor, and the situation was also relieved. ”

Qian knew that Zhuang Shize was not simply telling her about his past, and felt a little guilty: "I know that I have something to hide from you, you are my own person, I ...... I'm sorry for you. ”

"No, that's not what I meant. Zhuang Shize pushed his bowl between the two, "You see, the pimple is fragrant only when you eat it, and if you stay in the bowl, it will not only melt and lose its taste, but also take a bowl of clear soup." ”

There was a layer of fog in Qian's eyes, Zhuang Shize looked at it, feeling that she was like a deer, her eyes were wet, and she looked at him innocently.

Zhuang Shize thought to himself. It's like I bullied her, a little helpless: "I know you are independent, but there are some things, you don't have to keep holding on, and you are not an umbrella ......"

Qian suddenly became happy when he heard this, and the shouting with him also came up for a while, and he was about to say, "This stalk has broken your coldest record, Comrade Zhuang", when Zhuang Shize's next sentence directly cried.

He said: "You are a girl, there will be things that cannot be solved, you will cry, and people will feel distressed. ”

Qian first smashed her tears uncontrollably and asked, "Have you ever heard of the gloomy ** rice?"

Zhuang Shize said while handing her a tissue: "The barbecued pork rice in Xingye's "God of Food". ”

Qian nodded: "The bowl downstairs is it, but the barbecued pork has been replaced with pork ribs." ”

"You see the bread and faint, but I see that the rice is abnormal, and the reason is pretty much the same. Coriander tried to explain, but didn't know where to start.

Zhuang Shi first thought about it, and then let out a long breath: "When I saw the flatbread, it was not so simple, first I felt that my whole body was hot, and my brain began to hallucinate in a mess, as if I was in the shop in your mother's Lingzhen, but the store was full of fire, and I couldn't breathe in the next second, and then I fell into a coma." You should have had a process of what you just felt, right? Tell me about the changes in your feelings, which is how my doctor guided me at that time, and it may be better to say it. ”

Your mother's shop in Lingzhen......

The shop was full of fire......

Breathless......

Tang Qian's face suddenly turned white, and her lips trembled. 166 Reading Network