Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

Of course Yi Zhonghai did not give up. He thought that since He Daqing could be a boss in Hong Kong, he could at least be a worker.

Besides, since He Daqing is in Hong Kong, I should be able to take care of him if I go there.

"Daqing, to tell you the truth, I really can't stay in Peking any longer.

Not only do I earn little, but everyone always excludes me. Please help me find a way to make a living in Hong Kong."

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's pleading look, He Daqing felt a little reluctant.

He also knew why Yi Zhonghai was arrested.

When He Daqing tried to kill the Japanese, he was shot by the Japanese.

The Japanese thought He Daqing was injured, so they began to capture people with injured arms all over Beijing.

Unfortunately, Yi Zhonghai was injured at that time.

As a result, he was captured by the Japanese.

Although He Daqing was not to blame for this matter, he still felt that Yi Zhonghai was implicated by him.

Because of this incident, Yi Zhonghai's wife also died.

"How about this, when I leave, you guys come with me. When we get to Hong Kong, I'll find you a job.

If you work hard over there, you won't have to worry about food and drink."

After hearing what He Daqing said, Yi Zhonghai finally felt relieved.

His main purpose of looking for He Daqing today was for this matter.

"Daqing, thank you so much. I knew you were the best person in our hospital."

He Daqing didn't take Yi Zhonghai's words seriously.

The situation of the Siheyuan is much better now than before.

At least everyone has food to eat and doesn't have to live on the brink of starvation all day long.

Even the people in the courtyard seemed to be in better spirits.

The fodder distributed by the Japanese devils made the entire Beijing population suffer.

Yi Zhonghai thanked for a long time and then complained for a while.

Then he asked He Daqing in detail about the situation in Hong Kong.

He Daqing was annoyed and regretted accepting Yi Zhonghai's invitation to have dinner at his house.

"Zhonghai, Mr. He, the meal is ready, you can eat now."

Yi Zhonghai's Japanese daughter-in-law does look quite well-behaved.

Judging from Yi Zhonghai's expression, he might have forgotten his previous wife.

"Our family's financial situation is limited. Daqing, just make do with what you have. I'll go to the market tomorrow to buy some vegetables and cook a good meal."

Yi Zhonghai looked at the food on his table and felt a little embarrassed.

On the table were tortillas and a pot of potato soup.

There are also four plates of very exquisite pickles.

Yi Zhonghai also knew that as a cook, He Daqing must have eaten a lot of delicacies from land and sea.

It's really shabby to serve something like this when you're treating a guest.

"It's okay. It's late at night. Just have something to eat. Wait a minute. I have some canned food and some wine. Let's drink."

He Daqing actually couldn't eat it either.

Even in North Korea, he ate much better than this.

At least there is no shortage of canned food.

He Daqing returned to his room and took out a few cans of food.

I took a can of each of beef, pork, chicken and fish.

I took two more large sausages.

After thinking about it, he took out another bottle of wine from the space.

Seeing He Daqing taking so many things home, Yi Zhonghai felt a little embarrassed.

"Daqing, this, this, hey, look, I'm inviting you to dinner, why do I ask you to bring wine and food?"

He Daqing thought: You call this treating me to a meal? Can I swallow this?

However, even though He Daqing complained, he did not blame Yi Zhonghai.

On the one hand, he arrived too late, and even if Yi Zhonghai wanted to buy vegetables, there was nowhere to buy them.

On the other hand, Yi Zhonghai's life was indeed not easy.

"It's okay. These are American products. I brought them back from North Korea. You can try them too."

He Daqing opened the can and asked his wife to heat it up in the pot.

The sausages were also cut into slices.

After a few minutes, Yi Zhonghai's wife brought out the heated canned food and sliced ​​sausages.

After preparing the wine and food, Yi Zhonghai's wife said hello and went downstairs.

"Let's eat together, why do that? We've been neighbors for so many years, there's no need for so many rules."

Looking at Xiao An sitting behind Yi Zhonghai, He Daqing couldn't bear it anymore and called out to him twice.

Yi Zhonghai looked at He Daqing, then turned back to look at his wife.

"Well, you should eat with us. You haven't eaten meat for a long time. You should try some meat."

Canned meat is a bit like instant noodles.

The first few times I ate it, it was quite delicious.

But after eating too much, I don’t want to eat it anymore because I always feel it has a weird taste.

This is the case with He Daqing.

Now if there was a plate of beef stewed with potatoes in front of her, he would definitely be willing to eat the freshly cooked dish.

But for people who rarely eat meat and have never eaten canned food.

This can of food is a collection of delicacies from land and sea.

When Yi Zhonghai smelled this scent, his saliva began to secrete.

He was afraid that He Daqing and himself would eat up all the cans, leaving his wife with nothing to eat.

So he listened to He Daqing's advice and pulled his wife to the table.

Xiao An hasn't smelled meat for many years. When he was heating the canned food just now, his mouth was watering.

He even very carefully stole a small piece of sausage crumbs.

She glanced at He Daqing carefully, then looked at Yi Zhonghai expectantly.

After getting Yi Zhonghai's affirmative look.

She bowed to He Daqing

"That will cause trouble for you."

After saying that, she got herself a set of bowls and chopsticks and sat next to Yi Zhonghai very restrainedly.

He Daqing looked at Yi Zhonghai's Japanese wife and suddenly felt a little envious.

My wife has never been like this.

Li Wanqiu and he have almost an equal relationship.

Even when it comes to children, he sometimes has to accommodate Li Wanqiu.

He and Li Wanqiu are husband and wife, partners, and comrades.

But the relationship between Yi Zhonghai and his Japanese wife looks a bit like master and servant.

He Daqing took two bites of sausage and then ate a tortilla with potato soup.

"Your craftsmanship is excellent. This tortilla doesn't irritate my throat at all. How did you do that?"

He Daqing had eaten tortillas before, and most of them had very coarse grains.

If you want to make it delicious, you need to ferment it, or add some white flour to the cornmeal.

Xiao An didn't say anything and glanced at Yi Zhonghai.

"Daqing used to be a chef and was quite interested in this. He wanted to know. So you tell him how to make this tortilla."

After getting her husband's permission, Xiao An told He Daqing her method of making tortillas.

He Daqing originally thought it would be some secret recipe, but unexpectedly it was very simple.

Xiao An actually ground the cornmeal again.

Normal cornmeal is crushed with a mill.

The particles will be larger.

When Xiao An has nothing to do every day, he will take out some cornmeal and grind it little by little using the slate at home.

It's a completely stupid method, which turns all the large particles in the cornmeal into small powder.