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Seeing Meng Chuxi stirring wisteria flowers with flour and preparing to steam them in a pot, Zhou Qingwu wondered what kind of person Meng Chuxi is.

Knowing everything, good-looking and good-natured, she is really curious about what kind of family and what kind of experience can make such a special person.

She looked at Meng Chuxi in a daze, and forgot the passage of time. When she was awakened by Meng Chuxi, the wisteria flowers had already steamed.

The flour has been cooked, and the wrapped wisteria has completely turned light blue, the color is no longer gorgeous, but the fragrance is more attractive.The fragrance of flour and the fragrance of flowers blend into another delicacy. At this moment, no one will doubt its possibility as food.

While the wisteria flowers were still hot, Meng Chuxi brought out the sauce prepared in advance with garlic soy sauce and vinegar, put a bowl in front of Zhou Qingwu, and poured it on her.

"Wisteria wisteria tastes sweet, you can try its taste first, and then match it with sauce." She didn't know if Zhou Qingwu could get used to it, so she reminded in a gentle voice.

Zhou Qingwu picked up a flower and put it in his mouth without any dipping sauce.The taste is very light, with only the taste of flour in the mouth. Slowly chewing the sweetness and fragrance of the flowers gives rise to a light umami. It tastes soft and delicious with the cooked flour. The taste is unexpectedly unique.

Zhou Qingwu tasted the sauce again. The combination of the saltiness of the sauce and the freshness and sweetness of the wisteria removed the blandness of the flour in the mouth, and it was fragrant and delicious when chewed carefully, even more delicious than the original flavor.After mixing the sauce ingredients well, Zhou Qingwu gave a thumbs up: delicious.

Wisteria radish is easy to digest after steaming, and it won’t feel greasy when eaten. The water is added just right, and the flour is not dry or sticky when mixed in the outside. It is indeed better than the Sophora japonica rice she has eaten.

Zhou Qingwu never thought of this delicacy. There are many wisterias in front of the village and behind the mountains, but apart from thinking that it blooms beautifully and luxuriantly, she never knew that there was such a simple delicacy behind these gorgeous flowers.

Looking at Meng Chuxi who was chewing carefully, she suddenly felt like this wisteria.This wild flower with tenacious vitality blooms and survives alone. After Meng Chuxi came, it unexpectedly had this wonderful way of tasting.

Just like when she lived alone, she never knew that her life could be like this, simple happiness is another wonderful world.

She thought for a while, and finally a faint smile slowly formed on the corner of her mouth. She probably understood the meaning of Meng Chuxi to her.

Her heart was originally barren with no grass growing, but when Meng Chuxi came, everything grew miraculously here.

Lowering his head to suppress the sudden sweetness and emotion, Zhou Qingwu took the whining bowl and filled it with wisteria flowers.It also likes this delicacy that it has never tasted very much. It opened its mouth and devoured it hungrily, with a whining sound in its throat, and was very devoted to eating.

In the quiet room for a while, there were only the clinking of bowls and chopsticks and the sound of contented eating.Zhou Qingwu has always been silent, and Meng Chuxi didn't speak at the moment, but both of them can feel the warmth in silence, and such a time doesn't need words to wake them up.

Due to Zhou Qingwu's injury, Meng Chuxi, who picked bracken, still didn't let her go, but after the rain, bracken had sprung up all over the mountains and plains like bamboo shoots.People in Zhoujia Village prefer this kind of food, so there are many people going up the mountain, and they have to hurry.

Once there is one piece of this thing, Meng Chuxi doesn't need to look for it everywhere, and if he finds one piece, he can pick up a lot.

Zhou Qingwu, who stayed at home, thought that the weather was also getting hotter. Although it was only April, there was still fabric at home, so he could prepare clothes in advance.Especially recently, Meng Chuxi has gone up a lot of mountains and it takes a lot of shoes, so Zhou Qingwu has already started to give Meng Chuxi the soles of his shoes.

The sole, also known as the thousand-layer bottom, is made of bamboo shoot shells and cloth, and then stitched with hemp rope to tighten it tightly.The denser the stitches, the stronger and wear-resistant the sole, and the more comfortable it is to wear. It is cold and warm and you don't have to worry about stepping on spiked stakes on the mountain.But this is really meticulous work, the sole is pressed thickly, and the stitches are laborious. Zhou Qingwu put a lot of thought into making the shoes for Meng Chuxi. The soles are not to mention thick, and the stitches are thin and dense.

Aunt Liu's daughter-in-law, Jin Yuer, is also making shoes for her husband and father-in-law recently. Knowing that Zhou Qingwu is good at craftsmanship, and that Meng Chuxi is busy and only she is at home recently, she also brought a needle and thread to make shoes with her.

Zhou Qingwu pointed out to her the best way to do it. Seeing that she could do it by herself, she bowed her head and went to do her own thing.

The 16-year-old girl is born with a talent for needlework, and she can make needles steadily and quickly. Jin Yuer can't help feeling that she is capable.Looking at the work in her hands with the probe, I couldn't help being a little surprised, "Qingwu, your stitches are too dense, and the foundation is so thick that you can't be exhausted."

Zhou Qingwu smiled shyly, and patted the insole, indicating that it was so strong.

Jin Yu'er thought about it, suddenly realized something, and said with a smile, "You did this for Chuxi, right?"

Zhou Qingwu blushed slightly, smiled a little embarrassedly, and nodded.

Jin Yuer was even happier seeing her sudden shyness: "What's so shy about it, I don't know, I thought you did it for your lover. However, you are really kind to Chuxi, and I don't want to do it for Dachuan. .”

She accidentally made a joke that hit Zhou Qingwu's mind, the little girl's cheeks were hot but she hurriedly suppressed it.Just remembering that Jin Yu'er couldn't quite understand her gestures, Zhou Qingwu held back when he wanted to explain, and hurriedly lowered his head and continued to do what he was doing.

Jin Yu'er just laughed and didn't continue to tease her.In the previous impression, Zhou Qingwu was too taciturn, don't laugh when he saw people, he didn't even have an expression, and he looked timid.It's only been half a year, and there is a magical change in her body, all of which should be because of Meng Chuxi, no wonder Zhou Qingwu treats her like a treasure.

Even though Zhou Qingwu was fast, he only paid half of it this morning. Seeing that it was almost noon, Jin Yuer looked at the sun and got up to go home, "Qingwu, I have to go back to cook, and Chuxi will be back soon. "

Zhou Qingwu nodded, put away his needle and thread, and prepared to cook as well.But just standing up, Wuwu rushed in, shaking his head and tail at Zhou Qingwu.

Zhou Qingwu's eyes lit up with joy and he looked up. If he is back, then Meng Chuxi should have gone home too.Sure enough, a thin figure came out from the small path, Zhou Qingwu walked forward a few steps, but thought that Jin Yu'er was still there, and stopped reservedly.

Seeing this, Jin Yu'er waved her hands and said goodbye with a smile, "Go, I'm leaving." After speaking, she went to her home.Zhou Qingwu was a little shy, but he limped out to pick up Meng Chuxi.

Meng Chuxi saw Jin Yu'er leaving the house from a distance, and then Zhou Qingwu limped over.She hurriedly quickened her pace, and said with a helpless smile: "What are you doing here because your legs are not convenient, help me carry something?"

Zhou Qingwu reached out to pick it up, but Meng Chuxi avoided it: "Go back and sit, I'll change your medicine for you, and then cook."

Zhou Qingwu nodded, and went back to the room to find square handkerchiefs and clean towels.

Meng Chuxi saw the needlework she was laying aside, and leaned over to look at the half-made soles.Seeing the fine stitches on it, my heart suddenly burned, what is this silly girl doing so sincerely?

Over there, Zhou Qingwu took the towel and saw her holding the soles, gesturing: I have nothing to do to make you a pair of shoes, only half done.Come on, wipe your sweat off, you must be sweaty, and stuff it with a towel.

It's a bit hot to do things in this weather, and Meng Chuxi loves to sweat, and when it cools down, it's easy to catch the cold when the sweat cools down on his back.

Meng Chuxi was used to her taking care of her, took the handkerchief to wipe off his sweat and said at the same time: "The soles of the shoes are so dense, it takes time and hurts the eyes, it's not good."

Zhou Qingwu just listened, and stuffed a dry towel through her back to separate her clothes.Her back was warm, and it was indeed wet with sweat, with a sense of warm damp.Fingers sometimes accidentally touched the wet skin, which was smooth and tender, making Zhou Qingwu's ears secretly red.

After tidying up her clothes, she gestured and said: I am free these few days, and you go up a lot of mountains, so the soles of your shoes will be better for your feet to be comfortable.

Meng Chuxi glanced at her, a little disapproving: "Where are you free, and you are injured, you are very busy on weekdays."

As she said that, she took out the gauze and medicine, and squatted down to remove the gauze for Zhou Qingwu, revealing the wound on her calf.

This is already the fifth day, the wound has recovered very well, there is no inflammation, the wound is completely scabbed, and it should be fine just waiting for the blood scab to fall off by itself.

Meng Chuxi stretched out her hand and carefully pressed it beside her: "Does it still hurt?"

Zhou Qingwu shook his head, the pain was gone a long time ago, in fact, it doesn't matter to walk anymore, but he was afraid that he would collapse again and his recovery would fall short, so Zhou Qingwu was careful everywhere, otherwise Meng Chuxi would have to suffer alone when it was too late.

The water bamboo shoots at home have been dried, and there is a basket full of them. Meng Chuxi has been picking this bracken for two days, and it should weigh two or three catties after drying.

Zhou Qingwu felt a little regretful that he was injured, otherwise he could have charged a lot more.

Because of Zhou Qingwu's injury, the gap between the two of them seemed to be eliminated again, but Meng Chuxi still couldn't let it go.Zhou Qingwu is not an unreasonable person, so something went wrong in those few days, there must be something wrong, but she never mentioned a word, and Meng Chuxi was also a little unable to ask.

However, there has been no disturbance since then, and Zhou Qingwu has never appeared sullen again, but Meng Chuxi feels that the little girl is taking care of her more and more.

Meng Chuxi took the mountain goods at home to sell after Zhou Qingwu recovered.Although there are many mountain ranges in the surrounding villages in Jiangyin County, most of the people in the county are rich and noble, and they are very fond of these mountain delicacies.But after all, rich people don't bother to make it by themselves, so there will be servants who go out to buy it, and that street has become an excellent place to set up a stall.

Meng Chuxi opened the dried bamboo shoots and bracken, spread out a cloth on the small shelf, and put the dried bamboo shoots and bracken on it.

The dried bamboo shoots are very well dried, and the texture of the original bamboo shoots can still be clearly seen after the golden yellow dried bamboo shoots are dried into strips.If the bamboo shoots are not exposed to the sun well, or if they are soaked in water for the wrong time, they will always turn black when exposed to the sun, and will develop a moldy smell if the weather is not good.Although this kind of darker one is not a quality problem, but the selling price is poor, and those who don't know the inside information will think it is broken.

The shredded bamboo shoots sold by Meng Chuxi and Zhou Qingwu are golden and slightly burnt, and there is a fragrance of bamboo shoots when they smell, and there is a sweet taste when chewed carefully.

When someone came to see it, Meng Chuxi would let others taste it, and when they met what they wanted, most of them would buy a little, so they sold three or four catties this morning.Regardless of the light weight of three or four catties, a catty of sun-dried water bamboo shoots is quite a lot.And at this price, the fresh spring bamboo shoots cost less than ten cents a catty, while the dried shredded bamboo shoots cost around seventy to ninety cents a catty.The price of dried bamboo shoots like Meng Chuxi's is even more expensive. Today they sell for more than [-] yuan, and the price of bracken is even higher.

However, because it is the peak season and there are many people selling it, it is actually difficult to increase the price. It is not bad to sell three or four catties.

Although they don't know how much they can sell, Meng Chuxi and Zhou Qingwu still plan to stay for a while. Occasionally, some small households buy some dried bamboo shoots to try something new, and Meng Chuxi's hard work these days is not in vain.

Seeing noon, Zhou Qingwu and Meng Chuxi greeted each other and prepared to go shopping for food.There are obviously more food sellers in Jiangyin County than in Qingyang Town. There is a cake seller in the east of the city. Their oil cakes are famous far and wide. Zhou Qingwu often ate one when his parents were still alive. Thinking that Meng Chuxi hadn’t tasted it yet. Zhou Qingwu wanted to buy it for her.

At noon, the people who go to work in the county town also have their meals, and those from wealthy families will also come to eat pancakes, so there are quite a few people queuing up.

Zhou Qingwu stood quietly at the end of the line, thinking about which one Meng Chuxi would like more.

The line kept moving forward, and there were people who came to line up one after another. The people who came together were chatting and laughing very lively.

Suddenly a hand patted Zhou Qingwu's shoulder lightly, which surprised her a little.When he turned around and saw the woman in the pink dress behind him, he was stunned.

When the person in front of him saw her, his eyes were full of surprise and excitement: "Are you Qingwu?"

Zhou Qingwu nodded, the life in front of him was bright and lovely, a dress made of satin fabric was covered with pink tulle, vermilion lips were red without spots, eyebrows were green without draw, but for a while, he just felt familiar, but couldn't think of it. up who.

Seeing her bewildered face, the visitor said joyfully, "I am sister Qingyan, Wan Qingyan."

Zhou Qingwu opened his eyes wide, and the memories of the past flooded into his mind instantly, but the person in front of him was very different from the memory.

Wan Qingyan used to be Zhou Qingwu's neighbor in Jiangyin, and both of them were in business. Although they had little business dealings because of their different businesses, they had a good relationship in private.

And Wan Qingyan and Zhou Qingwu grew up together. It wasn't until Zhou Qingwu was 11 years old, that is, the year before the Zhou family's accident, that the Wan family returned to the capital for business reasons.Wan Qingyan and her family left Jiangyin and never came back, and Zhou Qingwu never saw her again, never thought that she would come back.

There was some joy in her eyes, but she was not as excited as Wan Qingyan, she nodded with a light smile.

Seeing this scene, the smile on Wan Qingyan's face faded, and she looked a little sad, "Are you really speechless?"

She returned to Jiangyin only two days ago, and found that Zhou's house had changed owners a long time ago, and there was no sign of Zhou Changqing and his family. After inquiring, she found out that so many things had happened.She had already heard about what happened to Zhou Qingwu, but seeing with her own eyes that the lively and lovely little sister in her memory was really unable to speak, the feeling was really uncomfortable.

Zhou Qingwu seemed to be very indifferent to this, and nodded slightly.