"Have you eaten enough?" Meng Fansen, who had been silent for the whole time, approached her and asked in a low voice.
Zhang Xueqing nodded helplessly, but she couldn't put down the chopsticks in her hand and couldn't pick them up.
Suddenly, a big hand appeared in his sight, and it moved the mountain and the bowl away. The place in front of his desk was instantly empty.
Looking sideways, she saw that the man next to her had already moved his bowl away, taking advantage of her unfinished dishes and eating them in big bites.
"Hey~"
The man didn't even raise his head as he feasted. No wonder he hadn't eaten anything since he was waiting for her. But it was the leftovers from his own meal. Unconsciously, his ears turned red.
Zhang Xueqing almost had the shame to sit on the stool when she was a guest and asked the host to pick up the leftovers while not mentioning the leftovers.
"Leave him alone and let him eat. He is used to it." He Qiaolan was sitting on the other side of Zhang Xueqing. When she saw this scene, she opened her mouth to explain. After saying that, she felt that something was not right, so she quickly made up for it. One sentence, "When the two children were young, he always ate it."
After she finished speaking, she looked at Zhang Xueqing's reaction. Fortunately, all the girl's eyes were on her son, and she secretly breathed a sigh of relief. But she was frightened to death, and she almost created a woman for his son who always picks up other women. The image of a rice bowl, but no outside woman has ever served at her family.
This is her son's reputation, she has to protect it.
Zhang Xueqing smiled awkwardly. After Xinxin had eaten, she sat aside and tilted her head to think for a while, then said, "Auntie, why did Brother Bowen say the river water is hot?"
Everyone at the table looked at Xinxin, and the little girl continued, "It was the brother who fell into the river that day. My grandfather and I went to their house to look for a scarf. His grandmother cried so hard, but brother Bowen said the river water was hot. It’s not cold at all, tell Grandma Chen not to worry.”
Zhang Xueqing immediately remembered the scene that day. She didn't think much about it at the time. She just said it casually, smiled, and thought about it for a while before slowly saying, "Does Xinxin know the difference between water and ice?"
Almost as soon as she finished speaking, Meng Zihang, who had been eating with his head down, immediately raised his head from his rice bowl.
Xinxin said excitedly, "Xinxin knows that water turns into ice when the temperature is below zero."
Zhang Xueqing nodded happily, "Then what temperature do you think we can get outside now?"
Xinxin looked at He Qiaolan. He Qiaolan understood immediately, took out the phone, flipped through it, then put it close to Xinxin's ear and whispered a reply.
"Minus 18 degrees!"
Watching their interaction, Zhang Xueqing felt very warm. This feeling of home made her want to integrate into it for a moment. She smiled and continued, "Then Xinxin, think about why the river water is warm?"
The little girl blinked her eyes and thought for a long time before she screamed, "Xinxin understands. I'll tell Brother Bowen soon that the river water was not his urine!"
"Pfft, cough cough cough cough..."
Meng Zihang couldn't control it and sprayed out the water he drank. Fortunately, he turned around in time and no innocent people were hurt.
Zhang Xueqing looked stunned and slightly embarrassed. She quickly averted her eyes and pretended to be nonchalant, but she was secretly muttering in her heart that your brother Bowen might not want to know.
With the topic of Xinxin, no one was paying attention to Meng Fansen. He quickly finished the whole bowl, and Zhang Xueqing forgot about it.
In this way, Zhang Xueqing stayed at He Qiaolan's house for three days. The food was all brought by Meng Fansen, and the food was all cooked by He Qiaolan. At night, she and Xinxin slept on the hot kang. The days were as comfortable as they wanted.
Meng Fansen has not been idle in the past three days. When he has time, he goes to the river to take a look. The village chief and his people have all cut open the ice to prevent disobedient children from playing on it again.
After several rounds of deliberation, Meng Fansen finally found some clues.
Taking the position where Zhang Xueqing was standing at the time as the center point, like a radioactive arc on the shore, at a 45-degree direction downstream, we finally found the mark left on the snow by the instigator.
A trace was left by a squatting posture. Two arms were pushed forward to support two snow nests. The body pressed the snow firmly, leaving a row of footprints along the position of the feet.
Meng Fansen stretched out his hand to explore the depth. The snow was too deep and the snow in the field was still relatively loose. When the foot was pulled out, the surrounding snow would cover part of the footprint, which would have no reference value at all.
The only clue was cut off like this.
The day before Zhang Xueqing was about to leave, Zhao Kang went to Meng Fansen's home again. This time he came to say goodbye to Zhang Xueqing. He didn't have much leave, and he also took time to come back to see his parents on the weekend.
The two sat there chatting for a while before Zhao Kang got up and left.
The next day, Meng Fansen drove Zhang Xueqing back and picked up a bunch of things in large and small packages.
"Auntie, don't take the pig paws and pig knuckles. I don't know how to cook them. These pork and ribs are enough for me to eat." Zhang Xueqing looked at the trunk full of things. What's going on? Still.
"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to do it. Asen can, let him do it for you." He Qiaolan didn't care. This was an opportunity she created for her idiot son. When she walked out of this house and didn't create some opportunities to meet, when would her son be able to do it for you? Enter the room.
"No, Auntie, stop pretending. Even if he can make it, I don't have room to put it at home. The refrigerator is full and I can't store so much."
"You don't need a refrigerator. Do you have a big tank? Get one and put it in the yard. Put all these things in it. You won't have to worry about it all winter. You can take as much as you want. I will divide it for you. It will save trouble. By the way, the tank Do you have one? If not, ask Asen to give you one."
Zhang Xueqing had no reason to refuse this time and allowed He Qiaolan to put bag after bag into the car.
The man next to him also said nothing. He carried whatever he was asked to carry and obeyed closely.
"This bag is made of hazelnuts and pine nuts, which your Uncle Meng picked up on the mountain. Neither of us can finish them. You take them back to eat. If you can't peel them, let Asen get them for you, so as to save him from having nothing to do all day long."
Watching the man carrying things into the car, something flashed through Zhang Xueqing's head. Is he idle every day?
If the memory of his previous life was correct, starting from this winter, food prices would rise and piglets would become unsalable, so he would continue to lose money.
With this man's acuity, he shouldn't be able to feel the problem of food prices, so how could he watch himself lose money.
How did he handle this crisis in his previous life? He lost most of his family business. I guess Aunt He and Uncle Meng were also worried.
Thinking of this, Zhang Xueqing secretly thought about how to deal with it. She wanted to help him get through this difficult time. Although she knew that he could stand up again in the future, she didn't know why, but she just didn't want him to experience the trough of his previous life again. .
