Retired soldier king and his little sweetheart

Scallion oil noodles seem to be easy to make, but in fact there are tricks everywhere. It doesn’t work if the scallions are not fried well, and the noodles are too soft.

After Zhuang Xiaoduo washed the green onions, he cut them into long pieces.

"You don't have to leave the scallion white." Tang Huai said.

Zhuang Xiaoduo asked why?

Tang Huai didn't know either, but it was like this when he learned this method from the master in Shanghai. This is his long-standing habit.

Seeing that Tang Huai couldn't explain it, Zhuang Xiaoduo snorted softly: "Again, I don't know the principle but only know how to execute it."

But as he said, the white onion was removed.

Zhuang Xiaoduo heated up the pot, put cooking oil in it, turned on a low heat when the oil was warm, picked up the lid of the pot to cover his face, picked up the small chopping board, and got ready to run away at any time.

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The water-soaked scallions were fried in hot oil, Zhuang Xiaoduo's hands were scalded by the oil star, and he quickly ran back and shrank behind Tang Huai, then felt that he was too immoral, stood on tiptoe, and touched the The lid of the pot covered Tang Huai's face.

"It's not frying anymore," Tang Huai couldn't laugh or cry, picked up chopsticks and stirred the oil pan a few times: "There is a lot of water on the chopping board, so next time you grab it with your hands and throw it in, it won't be like this."

Zhuang Xiaoduo pretended nothing happened, put down the lid of the pot and squeezed over: "Got it, I'll come."

The next step is to fry the shallots until golden and remove them.

Tang Huai silently found a bowl behind him, and mixed the light and dark soy sauce in proportion.

Although Tang Huai is a pure right-hander, his left hand is also very flexible due to years of training and various manual work, so it is not a problem to do it with one hand.

"Is it okay?" Zhuang Xiaoduo turned back and asked.

Tang Huai looked at it, "Well, take out the scallions."

Zhuang Xiaoduo did as he did, and was about to turn off the fire, Tang Huai hurriedly stopped him: "I haven't put in soy sauce yet."

"Play it now?"

Tang Huai: "Otherwise, when will you let it go?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo's cruelty is better than that of a sly and sad woman!

Tang Huai snickered and squeezed Zhuang Xiaoduo's shoulder: "Hey, let me do it."

"You look down on me again!?"

"My cooking is delicious or your cooking is delicious?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo recalled that Tang Huai's scallion oil noodles had a different taste from his own, thinking about it, his mouth began to salivate, and his stomach started to growl again.

"OK then."

Zhuang Xiaoduo gave up his seat, Tang Huai poured half a bowl of soy sauce into it, added a spoonful of sugar, boiled until bubbling, and turned off the heat.

Boil the water, put the noodles, add a little cold water after the water boils, boil it again, then remove it, pour scallion oil on it, and sprinkle some crispy scallions.

"Go, eat outside."

The two of them took a bowl of noodles and went to eat noodles at the table outside. It was almost twelve o'clock, and there were no entertainment places near the hotel, so it was relatively quiet at this time.

Zhuang Xiaoduo thought about the first few days when he chatted with Brother Bao and said that an e-commerce logistics park was built in the county, and it is attracting investment. There is a lot of policy support, and there is no money for renting the space for one year. I wondered whether to register a company first. Take a hole.

When discussing with Tang Huai, he took a big mouthful of noodles: "We don't need it, but if you want to register, you can register."

Zhuang Xiaoduo didn't think that they would use e-commerce to raise pigs, and there was a high probability that they would not use it.

But just raising pigs can't bring much change to the village and the county. They can live a good life, but they always feel that something is almost there.

Before going to bed at night, Zhuang Xiaoduo checked the relevant information with his mobile phone. The process is not too complicated, but if he does not operate for more than 6 months, he will be revoked.

Unable to make a decision for a while, Zhuang Xiaoduo still put down the phone and lay down, and moved to the side of the bed worriedly after lying down.

Tang Huai's right hand was injured, so he slept on the left side, but sometimes when he fell asleep and woke up at night, he would lie sprawled on Tang Huai's body, almost crushing his right hand.

But the request to sleep in a separate bed was rejected again, so Zhuang Xiaoduo had to try to sleep on the side of the bed as much as possible.

The life in Phuket is very comfortable, and half a month has passed without knowing it. In this way, it has been nearly a month since I left Chating Village.

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Zhuang Aiguo talk on the phone every two days. Everything is going well in the pig farm. Spring has come quietly and the little piggies are growing well.

One day, Zhuang Aiguo sent Zhuang Xiaoduo a few videos of dogs running up the mountain to chase chickens. Zhuang Xiaoduo couldn't help but think about Brother Jiankang raising chickens. I have been thinking about it myself.

Tang Huai's hand was ready to remove the cast, so Zhuang Xiaoduo accompanied him to the hospital.

After checking Tang Huai's identity at the front desk of the military hospital, he took Tang Huai directly to the doctor.

The doctor was from Thailand and couldn't speak Chinese at all. Zhuang Xiaoduo took his mobile phone to translate what he said, but found that Tang Huai could roughly understand him.

"Can you understand?" Zhuang Xiaoduo asked while the doctor was writing a report.

Tang Huai: "80%."

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "Then why don't you speak Thai?"

Tang Huai's face was a little embarrassed, and he explained with a half-smile: "I am a Bouyei ethnic group, and Thai is similar to the commoner dialect in some ways. I often speak in commoner dialect, and my teammates used to laugh at me."

"Really?" Zhuang Xiaoduo seemed to have discovered something interesting.

Tang Huai nodded.

"What's the same? Tell me one." Seeing Tang Huai's embarrassment, Zhuang Xiaoduo got more excited, hugged his arm and said coquettishly: "Tell me one."

"For example, 'don't go', this is 'maibai' in commoner dialect and Thai, and sometimes it is 'miebai' in commoner dialect, there is not much difference."

Zhuang Xiaoduo learned from Tang Huai. Although he often came to Thailand, he was accompanied by Li Zhinan, and many businesses in the tourist area knew a little Chinese, so he never thought about learning it.

"Then how did you learn Thai, did you watch Thai dramas?"

Tang Huai: "There will be a teacher to teach."

The two chatted non-stop in Thai and commoner until the doctor coughed twice and gave them a bill to remove the plaster.

The result of Tang Huai's follow-up consultation was very good. His basic physical fitness was already there, and Li Zhinan provided delicious food for half a month.

The two held hands and went to take a taxi home. Tang Huai's right arm had been in plaster for half a month, and the part where the plaster was worn was much whiter and tender than other places, which looked ridiculous.

Tang Huai herself didn't care, but Zhuang Xiaoduo was in a good mood and thought everything was funny.

After getting into the taxi, Zhuang Xiaoduo leaned on Tang Huai's shoulder unscrupulously. A song was playing softly in the car. The prelude was a long section of bass, and Zhuang Xiaoduo shook his head along with the tune.

After I started singing, I could occasionally hum a few lines, which I thought were familiar but I couldn't remember what song it was.

The taxi driver said something suddenly, and Tang Huai replied lamely.

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "What did he say?"

"Ask me what the song is called, and I say I don't know."

Zhuang Xiaoduo hummed for a while, and the female voice in the CD player started to sing along with the bass: You are always so indifferent~

Zhuang Xiaoduo followed immediately: "But I am so lonely~"

For a while, no one in the car spoke, waiting for the female voice to sing a few more words, when Zhuang Xiaoduo suddenly slapped Tang Huai's thigh in the middle of the transition, Tang Huai couldn't help hissing.

"I used to love you with all my heart!!"

Tang Huai: "What?"

Zhuang Xiaoduo: "This song tells me that I once loved you with all my heart, tell him quickly."

Tang Huai didn't have this kind of enthusiasm for chatting with the driver, but he couldn't say no, so he moved forward and told the driver about Zhuang Xiaoduo's discovery.

"Really??" The driver suddenly spoke English.

Zhuang Xiaoduo rushed forward: "Of course? Does Pan Meichen know?"

Tang Huai: "...he probably doesn't know."

Before getting off the bus, Tang Huai asked the driver for paper and a pen, and wrote down the title of the song for him. The driver was so moved that he shook hands with him constantly.

"He said that song was sung by his ex-girlfriend who is Chinese."

Zhuang Xiaoduo was so excited that his voice split: "What!! Is Pan Meichen his girlfriend? He looks to be in his thirties."

After getting excited, Zhuang Xiaoduo realized that this big brother was probably cheated.

After Tang Huai's plaster was removed, the two of them were also preparing to return home. After all, there were still many things to do. In the beginning of spring, the land at home should be turned over and planted with vegetables, so as not to let the fields go to waste.

After buying the tickets for two days later, Li Zhinan bought them a lot of messy things, and even booked a seat at the seafood restaurant to see them off.

Zhuang Xiaoduo and Tang Huai were basking in the sun wearing sunglasses, and there was an empty juice glass next to the recliner.

Seeing Li Zhinan approaching, Tang Huai sat up and said, "Auntie."

"It's okay." Li Zhinan sat down on the recliner next to him: "I wanted to reserve a place for dinner at the seafood restaurant next door, but the boss said that it was booked out, so I want to ask you if you want to eat at another place or I will give it to you. Do."

Zhuang Xiaoduo rolled up his sunglasses to the top of his head, "What are you doing for the charter?"

"It is said that a young couple is engaged or married."

Zhuang Xiaoduo frowned, to the effect that he thought about how to get married in a small restaurant, Li Zhinan explained: "Because same-sex couples are not allowed to hold weddings in Thailand, it's just a low-key invitation to friends and relatives for a meal."

"Well, okay, let's go grocery shopping later? There aren't any good restaurants around here."

Li Zhinan just nodded when she heard someone calling her name from afar.

The three followed the voice, and the proprietress of the seafood restaurant stood on the terrace and waved: "They want to invite you to the wedding together!"

The proprietress pointed to the two handsome boys next to them, they were about the same height, and both had crew cut heads.

Li Zhinan turned around and asked them, "Going?"

Tang Huai sees Zhuang Xiaoduo, and it's up to him to decide.

"Okay!" Zhuang Xiaoduo has never attended a same-sex wedding, and the food in that restaurant is also delicious, so he readily agreed.

Although they didn't know each other before, but the other party invited them very friendly, Zhuang Xiaoduo thought about preparing a gift for them, and dragged Tang Huai to go out.

Li Zhinan told them not to buy too expensive ones, as they would be burdened.

Zhuang Xiaoduo nodded, pulled Tang Huai and ran away.

Tang Huai wore a waistcoat with retro American patterns on it today, and he drove Zhuang Xiaoduo along the road by the sea to the nearest shopping mall.

He put his arms around Tang Huai's waist, put his face on his back, and looked at the whistling roadside scenery. He really wanted to get married, and he wanted to hold hands with Tang Huai and receive everyone's blessings.

I originally thought that the few days after the fifteenth day would happen to be Valentine's Day, and I wanted to propose, but because Liang Tianlei's affairs were in shambles, now I don't even remember the exact date of Valentine's Day.

While shopping in the mall, Zhuang Xiaoduo suddenly lost interest. Tang Huai took his hand and walked around a perfume collection store.

Sales enthusiastically took it to test the fragrance: "You two are Chinese, why don't you try these few, they are all relatively good men's fragrances sold in the store."

"Thank you." Zhuang Xiaoduo finally shook it under his nose, and he couldn't smell anything, so he said it was not bad.

Finally, I picked two bottles, asked sales to pack them, wrote a small card, and left.

When he went out, sales gave him a small bunch of dried flowers, which are pink everlasting flowers. "This is processed and has no smell. You can spray perfume on it and leave it in the room for a long time."

Zhuang Xiaoduo took it over and thanked him a little flattered.

"Be happy."

Seeing that Zhuang Xiaoduo was in a better mood, Tang Huai took him to buy milk tea. When passing by the big mirror in the mall, Zhuang Xiaoduo saw two people walking next to each other in the mirror. Tang Huai's hair grew long again. Many, I didn't take care of them today, just put them on the forehead, like a warm man at home.

On the other hand, he saw that he had grown some meat again. The meat from raising pigs probably grew back again. It looked almost the same as when he just resigned.

Tang Huai bought milk tea and came over, asked him to drink milk tea at the seat, went to the bathroom by himself, gave him his backpack, told him that there were tissues in the bag, and looked after the gift bag.

Zhuang Xiaoduo nodded obediently, and watched Tang Huai trot to find the bathroom. He seemed not quite used to wearing flip-flops, his posture was a bit awkward when he ran, and his buttocks twisted and turned.

"How good it is now." Zhuang Xiaoduo murmured.

People are always greedy. At first, he thought that Tang Huai would be fine if he didn’t hang out with him because he was gay. Later, he wanted to be satisfied with being with him. Later, he hoped that he could get rid of his indifferent and rigid habits. He was honest with himself, now Tang Huai has approached his guanidine appearance.

Zhuang Xiaoduo felt dissatisfied again, he hoped that the two of them would be bound together, even with a piece of uncertified paper, a wedding that could not be accepted by the etiquette.

Zhuang Xiaoduo sipped milk tea, recovering a good mood through self-mediation.

After Tang Huai left Zhuang Xiaoduo's sight, she turned to a jewelry store in the southwest corner of the mall and looked around.

The clerk saw him frowning, "Sir, what style do you want?"

Tang Huai squeezed the wallet: "Don't you have a gold ring?"