Rebirth of Siheyuan: Starting from escaping famine in 42

Li Qingfeng returned home carrying a chicken coop with four little hens. He saw bed sheets and quilt covers hanging all over the yard, but his wife Wu Lirong was nowhere to be seen. He first put the chickens into the coop, threw some vegetable leaves into the coop, and then left it alone.

When I came into the room, I saw Lirong sleeping on the kang. It seemed that she was tired from washing the sheets and quilt covers. I should feed her some spiritual spring water when we have dinner at night to prevent her from getting tired again.

After thinking about it, he tiptoed out of the house and closed the door for her.

Coming to the yard, Li Qingfeng lit a cigarette, raised his hand to check the time. It was almost five o'clock, so he decided to make a bowl of rice first!

Coming to the kitchen, Li Qingfeng took out the millet, put in clean water, and added two drops of spiritual spring water. He turned to low heat and let it simmer slowly.

He went to the cupboard and got a plate and a bowl, then came to the chopping board and took out two tomatoes and four eggs from the space. He beat the eggs into the bowl and mixed them well, then cut the tomatoes into small pieces.

Heat oil in a pan and fry the eggs first. After the eggs are fried, put them in a bowl and set aside. No need to pour oil into the pan, just add the chopped garlic for fear of breaking. Then pour in the chopped tomatoes and fry until the juice comes out. Add half a spoonful of water, salt, a little sugar, and finally add the eggs. Stir well and put them on a plate. Sprinkle some chopped green onion leaves to garnish, and the scrambled eggs with tomatoes is ready.

Wu Lirong woke up in the room, slowly opened her eyes, stretched on the kang, got up, put on her shoes, and prepared to eat and cook dinner.

As soon as she left the house, Wu Lirong smelled a fragrant aroma. She followed the aroma to the kitchen and saw Li Qingfeng sprinkling chopped green onion leaves into the tomatoes and eggs. She smiled and said, "Brother Qingfeng, your cooking smells so good."

Li Qingfeng heard the voice, turned to look at Wu Lirong, and said with a smile: "Lirong, you're awake!"

"Hmm!" Wu Lirong washed her hands, walked to the stove, stirred the millet porridge with a spoon, and then said, "Brother Qingfeng, I'm not hungry yet, please cook less!"

Li Qingfeng nodded: "Okay, just stir-fry some hot and sour potato shreds. Lirong, heat up four steamed buns for me. If you want more, add another one."

"Okay, Brother Qingfeng." Wu Lirong added some water to the big pot, set up the steamer, put in four steamed buns made from two-kneaded dough, lit the fire, and then returned to the rice porridge, stirring it with a spoon. She turned to Brother Qingfeng and asked, "Brother Qingfeng, have you bought the hens?"

Li Qingfeng was frying shredded potatoes and replied without turning his head: "I bought four hens and put them in the chicken coop. Didn't you see it?"

"Ah! Is that so?" Wu Lirong thought about it and seemed to remember something, so she said embarrassedly: "Brother Qingfeng, maybe I was concentrating on smelling the aroma of the food just now."

Li Qingfeng fried the shredded potatoes, cleaned the wok, added some water and put four salted duck eggs in it, covered the pot, and brought the fried shredded potatoes to the dining table. After putting them down, he said, "My cooking smells good, so you can eat more later."

Wu Lirong nodded happily and replied with a smile: "Yeah."

The millet porridge was cooked. Li Qingfeng didn't mind the pot being hot, so he carried the millet porridge in two pairs of hands and placed it on the stone table next to the dining table.

After the steamed buns were warmed up, Wu Lirong took a plate with the steamed buns on it and went to the dining table to put it down.

The young couple began to eat their plain dinner, and from time to time they would pick up food for each other.

Wu Lirong drank a mouthful of millet porridge. As soon as the porridge went down her throat, her eyes suddenly lit up. She asked Li Qingfeng, "Brother Qingfeng, this millet porridge is really delicious and a little sweet. Did you add sugar?"

Hearing this, Li Qingfeng took a sip of his own millet porridge and felt that it tasted bland. He shook his head and said, "No sugar? It's not sweet either?"

Wu Lirong took another sip of the millet porridge and said, "It tastes quite sweet to me anyway. Mm! It tastes good."

Li Qingfeng thought, this is the effect of the spiritual spring water. After a long time, he forgot the taste of the spiritual spring water when he first drank it. He peeled a salted duck egg for Wu Lirong and said to her with a smile: "Lirong, here, have a salted duck egg."

"Hmm! Hmm!" Wu Lirong took the salted duck egg, lowered her head and continued to drink the millet porridge in small sips. She looked very cute.

After the two of them finished their meal, Wu Lirong rushed to clean up the dishes and refused to let Li Qingfeng wash the dishes no matter what.

Li Qingfeng couldn't convince her, so he let her wash the dishes. He poured warm water into the foot basin, tested the water temperature, which was not too hot, lit a cigarette, and waited for Wu Lirong to come back after washing the dishes. Then they soaked their feet together.

Before Li Qingfeng finished smoking his cigarette, Wu Lirong returned to the kitchen with the washed dishes. Seeing that Brother Qingfeng had prepared the foot washing water, she smiled at him.

After putting the dishes in the cupboard, Wu Lirong walked up to Li Qingfeng, squatted down, rolled up her sleeves and wanted to wash his feet.

Li Qingfeng quickly stopped her and said with a smile: "Lirong, you don't have to wash my feet."

Wu Lirong looked up at Li Qingfeng, frowned and said, "But I heard from others that a wife must wash her husband's feet."

Li Qingfeng pulled Wu Lirong up, moved a chair for her to sit opposite him, and said with a smile: "We don't have such a saying in our family. Lirong, come and soak your feet together."

"Okay." Wu Lirong took off her shoes and put her feet into the foot basin. Although Brother Qingfeng's feet were always teasing her feet, she just looked at Li Qingfeng tenderly.

Li Qingfeng was startled by Li Rong's eyes. His second brother suddenly felt like he was about to burst out. He took two deep breaths before calming his second brother down.

I thought to myself, when I go back to my room to sleep, just wait and see how I’m going to deal with you.

After thinking about it and coming to his senses, Li Qingfeng glared at Wu Lirong.

After they soaked their feet, Li Qingfeng couldn't wait to pick up Wu Lirong and walked into the house amid her exclamations, before Wu Lirong poured the water.

Without even lighting the kerosene lamp, the two of them began to take off each other's clothes eagerly.

After a while, bursts of panting sounds were heard from the dark room. In the quiet night, the sound was unusually loud.

After a long time.

A flash of fire lit up in the darkness, followed by the flickering of a cigarette butt. Li Qingfeng was smoking a cigarette.

Wu Lirong's voice rang out beside him, and she said, "Brother Qingfeng, please collect the sheets and quilt covers hanging in the yard first! Otherwise, they will get wet in the dew tomorrow morning."

Li Qingfeng didn't care whether she saw it or not, he nodded and said, "Okay, I understand, you go to bed first! I'll go take a shower and tidy up the sheets and quilts hanging in the yard."

"Yeah." Wu Lirong responded weakly, turned her back and fell asleep soon after.

Li Qingfeng was smoking a cigarette, wearing straw sandals, standing under the eaves, looking at the sheets and quilt covers in the yard in the moonlight, thinking that he should put them away first!

He put away the sheets and quilt covers, threw the cigarette butt into the gutter, took a cold shower, went back to the room, wiped himself clean, and when his body was not so cold anymore, he went straight to bed, hugged Lirong, and slowly fell asleep.