Song Tan Jishi

  The honey is in a semi-solidified state, and the milky yellow and creamy yellow solid liquids are clearly layered. Lu Chuan holds the black iron cover, and then twists it hard—

  On the tense arms, the burn scars felt a slight sting of ants biting lightly, but what followed was the unique fresh and sweet fragrance of honey.

  Lu Chuan paused, then leaned closer and smelled it again.

  It was an indescribably sweet feeling.

  It's like a little sweetness after picking out a flower and sucking it gently on the green grass under the light rain.

   It doesn't make people feel tired at all, but it seems that even the mood has been nourished and improved.

  He held the bottle carefully, then walked to the kitchen without hesitation, took out a thin, translucent spoon with a thin handle, gently scooped out a ball of amber-like honey, and eagerly put it into his mouth.

  The windy breath brushed over the tip of the tongue, and the sweet and moist feeling seemed to slip from the mouth to the stomach...

   Just the taste of this mouthful of honey is worth two thousand words to describe it!

  He recorded this feeling and decided to write it into the chapter later. But at the same time, the tip of the tongue slides unwillingly over the spoon, always feeling that it is too wasteful to eat like this, and it needs to be treasured carefully and savored slowly.

  So, after putting down the honey, he turned around and went into the kitchen to dig out a can of black sesame seeds.

  After the light wok is heated, a handful of sesame seeds are sprinkled in it. When the spatula is turned, the crispy aroma of sesame is especially moving.

   Wait until the black sesame seeds are all fried, then pour them into the earthenware bowl on the side and slowly mash and grind them.

  In the clay pot on one side, hot water and rice crackers are rolled up, and the thick glutinous rice porridge is almost cooked.

  He skillfully turned down the flame, waited until all the black sesame seeds were ground into fine powder, and then turned off the porridge.

   The delicate and round bone china bowl was filled with 80% porridge, and then a spoonful of black sesame powder was sprinkled on it. Lu Chuan thought for a while, then fished out a piece of stewed beef from the refrigerator and cut it into cubes.

   Taking advantage of this opportunity, he added a little more oil to the frying pan, and skillfully beat an egg into it.

  Seeing that the eggs were deep-fried until they became golden and swollen, and the aroma permeated the entire kitchen, he methodically rummaged through to find two pieces of leftover toast from yesterday and put them into the sandwich maker.

  Fried eggs, stewed beef, and a few green vegetable leaves are stacked one by one, and the sandwich machine is pressed down—

   In less than a minute, the private version of the sandwich with a crispy outer shell and a soft inner layer with rich layers is ready.

  Two round orioles are depicted on the moon-white bone china plate. Below the pointed beaks, a green vegetable leaf in the sandwich pokes out its head.

  Lu Chuan just sat at the dining table, carefully scooped out a spoonful of honey with a spoon, and poured it into the black sesame seeds on top of the porridge.

  Honey black sesame glutinous rice porridge, beef fried egg sandwich.

  —The perfect lunch.

  The sweet, fresh and overbearing honey easily overwhelmed the aroma of the protein. He couldn't hold it back. He stirred the porridge gently with the spoon, and then took it into his mouth without hesitation.

  The sweet taste is especially prominent against the backdrop of sesame and glutinous rice.

  However, before he could savor it carefully, the doorbell rang again.

  Opening the door, Lu Jing stood at the door sniffling, and then looked pleasantly surprised:

   "It smells so good, Achuan, what did you do? Didn't I tell you not to cook?"

  She changed her shoes, and although she didn't get any feedback, she kept saying, "I sent a message to ask that little girl if her farm specialties were for sale, and that's when I realized that you had sent a message to them to change your address."

   "A Chuan, don't you want to communicate more with people? Sure enough, the food is so delicious, you can't hold back."

Turning her head and looking at a bottle of simply packaged honey on the table, the sweet smell in the air was so tempting, she was sure in her heart: "This is what the little girl sent again, right? How many bottles? Let's share it .”

  Lu Chuan frowned:

   "In the hospital, I remember you said that if you take the liberty to ask the price, the other party will probably send more things for free."

  Lu Jing also knew it was inappropriate.

but…

but…

   "But her food is really delicious!"

  Lu Chuan thought of the last ball of milk vetch that was carefully treasured in the refrigerator, even wrapped in beeswax paper and stored in the fresh-keeping room. At this moment, he lowered his eyebrows and fell silent.

   Lu Jing didn't care if she didn't get a reply.

  Her son didn't talk much in the first place, but now he just tightened the lid of the honey familiarly, and then stuffed it into his handbag.

  The movements were so natural and skillful that Lu Chuan was still holding the spoon in his hand, staring at it for a while, always feeling that something was wrong.

   Then he frowned:

   "Mom, when I sent Zi vetch last time, she said that it was almost gone—why did you ask again?"

  Lu Jing was slightly embarrassed.

"Didn't you stay in the hospital for a month? Mom joined a patient group at the time, and you know that if you can live in Ren'ai, you have at least two dollars... We ate dumplings every day in those few days, and patients from several wards around us came asked."

   No matter how closed the door and ventilated, there must be no residue in the room.

  Especially the man in the opposite ward, who wears a cane like a beggar every day, just staring at this place eagerly.

  Lu Jing couldn't hold it back in the end, and split up with her twice. The other party didn't have any low-key ideas, and the fragrance was so wafting that more and more people asked in the patient group.

   Ten catties of shepherd's purse will soon be gone.

   Then Ziyunying came, just a little. Lu Jing went home and fried it twice and ate it all. Isn’t she hungry now?

  The tea is really good. After she returned the gift, the other party sent a message early this morning to ask.

  How good is it?

  When she was soaking in water, she counted the roots and threw them into it. She had never been so careful before drinking saffron.

  In short, the more I drink, the more panic I feel, fearing that such a good thing will not be found in the future.

  I sent a message to Lu Chuan and he didn't reply for half an hour, so he rushed over here in a car.

   But facing her son, she, a mother, can't be so straightforward.

  So Lu Jing pondered for a while: "I'm not... Isn't it said that it is not easy to sell things in the countryside now? If these can be sold, I know the price so I can publicize it to relatives and friends."

  She divorced and came to the imperial capital with a big belly. Over the years, she had at most two or three friends. Where did the relatives come from?

   But Lu Chuan was moved.

He couldn't remember the other person's face clearly, but he still vaguely remembered that when he dragged her out of the car, the girl was still holding a huge canvas bag that cost ten yuan a piece at the night market. Traces are skewed.

  The clothes are very cheap and simple.

  Recalling what Lu Jing just said, he nodded slightly:

   "Then... I'll ask later."

  The other party lives in a mountain village, and even thinking about it, he still lives in a difficult life. But he still sent things with such sincerity, he...he couldn't bear it.