For Duan Hongmei, Wang Xiao and He Aimin have done their best to be kind and righteous. They not only sent her to a city hospital for life-saving treatment and paid her medical expenses, but also allowed her to rest and recuperate in an educated youth center. They even postponed her review and education indefinitely.
But I guess Duan Hongmei wouldn't think so.
Lin Nianhe made no comment. It makes sense for Wang Xiao not to give her medical treatment. Even if one-tenth of the nearly 200 educated youths in the commune were influenced by Duan Hongmei and wanted to take this path of medical treatment, it would be enough to torture them to death. This was the first of its kind. It must not be opened.
Wang Xiao could not return to the commune, and he was too embarrassed to go to the Shili Brigade because he had just said bad things about Li Dahe, so he simply went to the construction site to move bricks.
Lin Nianhe also went to the construction site with him.
Now that several houses have been completed, only the work of arranging the factory buildings remains, which is expected to be put into use next week.
When Lin Nianhe returned to Shili Brigade, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. Su Yuncheng was still at the police station, and Wang Shumei and Wang Xiaoxiao hadn't returned yet. Wen Lan was working on the sewing machine in the house, while Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi were doing hairdressing in the front yard.
When Lin Nianhe passed by the Wen sisters' house, he unconsciously stopped and took a look inside.
Their luggage had been packed and sent away long ago. Now the house was empty, and the bed was covered with a layer of dust.
Lin Nianhe sighed silently and went back to the backyard to get two apples and a stack of books to find Wen Lan.
"Sister Lan, take a break and eat an apple."
"You eat first, I'll finish this."
Wen Lan concentrated on making clothes and pursed her lips very seriously.
Lin Nianhe put down the book, sat on the chair and ate apples.
She gnawed more than half of the apple, and Wen Lan put down what she was doing, turned around and saw so many books and asked her, "What are you doing with these old books?"
"Don't you want to be a writer? Let me get you some books to read." Lin Nianhe was reasonable, "I have read three hundred Tang poems by heart, and I can recite them even if I don't know how to compose them."
"Hey, okay, okay!" Wen Lan's eyes suddenly lit up, "I thought you could stop me!"
"Why are you stopping me? What a wonderful dream." Lin Nianhe pressed his heart and pushed the book to her, "Look more, read more, compare more, come on!"
Dreams that cannot be stopped can only be guided. I hope that after Sister Lan reads more books, she will not be tempted to write about how many scolds she receives every day.
"Hezi, you are so kind!"
Wen Lan gave Lin Nianhe a bear hug and almost strangled her to death.
"I'll make mutton steamed buns for you tonight." Wen Lan narrowed her eyes with laughter and patted Lin Nianhe on the back.
"Okay, okay, I happen to have some sugar and garlic...cough, Sister Lan, please stop doing it, I'm about to be sent away by you."
Wen Lan came back with a lot of steamed buns this time. Before she started the fire, she gave Lin Nianhe a steamed bun and a bowl.
Lin Nianhe was confused: "The mutton steamed buns are not soaked in mutton?"
Wen Lan was so disgusted that she smashed her mouth: "I'm asking you to break the buns!"
Lin Nianhe: "...?"
The mutton steamed buns she had eaten before did not have this step.
Lin Nianhe subconsciously thought that Comrade Wen Lan's service was not good enough. In fact, breaking the buns yourself is the correct way to open the mutton steamed buns. However, later generations did not have so much time and patience, so this step was omitted by most restaurants.
Wen Lan thought that as long as she was good at breaking buns, she gave Lin Nianhe something and ignored her at all, and went to make mutton soup on her own.
They brought the mutton back from Xishi yesterday. Wen Lan picked the most suitable piece and started to show off her skills.
Half an hour later, Wang Shumei came back with Wang Xiaoxiao. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Lin Nianhesheng staring at a bowl in a daze.
Wang Shumei: "What's wrong? Lost the money?"
Lin Nianhe slowly raised his head, looked at Wang Shumei and suddenly became happy, laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
Wang Shumei: "...?"
Looking at this crazy person, he probably lost a lot.
Lin Nianhe patted Wang Shumei's thigh, almost crying with joy.
Wang Shumei bared her teeth and covered her legs, reaching out to push her head: "You should learn from Xiaolan! Why are you patting me? You have no legs!"
"Hahaha……"
Lin Nianhe ignored her and kept laughing while holding his stomach.
Wang Shumei was so scared by her laughter that she turned around and asked Wen Lan: "Xiao Lan, what happened to Nian He?"
"I don't know, I was fine just now." Wen Lan came in with a big iron spoon. Seeing Lin Nianhe like that, he was also confused, "What's wrong with you?"
Lin Nianhe finally managed to catch his breath, pointed at Wang Shumei and said: "Hahaha... I just suddenly thought... Hahahaha Sister Shumei, you still have to break the buns for Xiaoxiao!"
Wen Lan: "..."
Wang Shumei: "...?"
Wang Xiaoxiao: "Well...what do you mean?"
Lin Nianhe rubbed the corners of his eyes, looked at his half-broken bun and his reddish fingertips, and said, "You will know soon!"
Wang Shumei did quickly learn the reason for Lin Nianhe's sudden madness.
The steamed buns used for mutton steamed buns are extremely firm. This kind of cake can be stored for many days, but it is very hard and it is very difficult to break it into small pieces.
Wang Shumei got impatient after breaking it off for a while. She gritted her teeth and threw the bun into the bowl, saying, "Just dip it in the soup and eat it! It's not like I have no teeth and can't bite it!"
Lin Nianhe: "Hahahahaha..."
"I'll break your teeth if you show them again!"
Lin Nianhe covered his mouth: "Hey hey hey hey..."
"..."
While Wen Lan was making soup, she also brought in steamed buns and bowls. Seeing their bowls, Sister Lan was confused: "Why are you two lingering? Hurry, it will be ready in a moment."
Lin Nianhe: "I think half a steamed bun is enough."
Wang Shumei: "I think it's not impossible to just eat it like this."
Wen Lan rolled her eyelids: "Tsk, I'm tired of eating mutton steamed buns. There's no room for you two in this world."
As a native of Shaanxi Province, Sister Lan has her own insistence on mutton steamed buns. She quickly broke off her own steamed buns and broke off the three of them as well.
Seeing the way she broke the buns neatly and easily, both Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei felt that her buns were deceiving.
Wen Lan finished breaking the buns and stewing the mutton. She took a big iron spoon and looked at the three people standing in a row beside the stove holding bowls. She couldn't help but roll her eyes, and she didn't forget to say: " Melon woman.”
She had food to eat, she could scold whatever she wanted, and no one would talk back to her.
The hot mutton soup and thickly sliced mutton are put into the bowl, and the aroma spreads instantly.
The four girls sat around the table and ate happily, sweating profusely.
"Hey, it's really worth the effort." Lin Nianhe sighed, "Break it yourself...the steamed buns made by Sister Lan are so delicious!"
Wang Shumei Lisuo agreed: "Yes, Xiaolan's craftsmanship is really good."
Wen Lan: "It's useless for you two to praise me."
Wang Xiaoxiao raised her head and put the sugar garlic that Wang Shumei had just peeled for her into Wen Lan's bowl: "Sister Xiaolan, here you go."
Wen Lan: "From now on, I will only do it for Xiaoxiao!"
Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei raised their heads.
The next second, Wen Lan's bowl was occupied by sugar and garlic.
