"I think she seems to be stimulated. She hasn't watched TV once this week." When Tan You came back from the garden, she heard Tan Deming talking on the phone. He could guess who he was talking to on the phone without even thinking.
She did not enter the living room, but sat under the persimmon tree picking beans. As for the reactions of Cheng Wenhui and Tan Lin on the other side of the phone, Tan You didn't care at all.
"I jump rope as soon as I wake up in the morning, then I study after taking a shower..."
"I've been reading her textbooks. It's not like I'm illiterate..."
"She doesn't sleep at noon and is always memorizing books... I think she has really calmed down and understands the importance of reading."
"Okay, I'll call you later if something goes wrong with her."
"Should you call her in to answer the phone?"
"No need? Okay, let's do that."
The phone was hung up inside, and Tan You lowered her eyes and broke the tender beans into pieces, as if she hadn't heard anything just now.
When Tan Deming came out of the room, he saw Tan You sitting under the window. He smiled and said, "Your dad called back and asked how you are at home."
"Oh," Tan You just responded: "That's it, it's good."
Tan Deming said dryly: "Your parents also care about you."
"I know. Let's have stewed beans and rice for lunch, and I'll make an eggplant box. I like it." Tan You didn't want to talk more about Tan Lin and Cheng Wenhui, so she simply changed the subject.
Tan Deming was indeed led astray: "Okay, it's just such a hot day to make an eggplant box. Aren't you afraid of the heat?"
Although there is a gas stove at home, no one is willing to use it. In rural areas, earth stoves are basically used. Sitting behind the stove and lighting a fire in the summer, I was sweating profusely within a few minutes.
"It's good to sweat more and lose weight, so that my mother won't tell me that I'm too fat all the time." Tan You shrugged: "I'll chop the meat."
Tan Deming went to the vegetable market to buy the meat in the morning. He probably learned from Tan You who had been lighting the lamp and boiling oil in the past few days, so he bought it specially for her to refresh her brain.
Tan Deming lit a cigarette: "I think you seem to have lost some weight, and your face seems to be cleaner."
When he said clean, he meant that the acne on Tan You's face gradually seemed to disappear. Now there are some acne marks left on his face, but without the pits on his forehead, Tan You's skin looks extremely fair.
Tan You hummed softly: "You should live a regular life, and you don't eat so much spicy and greasy food."
In fact, it was mainly the reward of ice skin and jade skin that had an effect, but it was hard for Tan You to say this. She was now concentrating on mixing the meat filling, and there was a pot of thick batter beside her.
Tan Deming: "Your mother used to make eggplant boxes with leek and egg fillings. I have never eaten eggplant boxes with leek and pork fillings. Can they be cooked like this?"
"So it needs to be deep-fried. Just frying it takes a long time." Tan You didn't even raise his head: "You don't need to light the fire. Don't overheat you on this hot day."
Her father Tan Deming has been in poor health, and Tan You can't trust him to help her light the fire. Moreover, the old man's fire-making skills are not good. What if he puts in the firewood and directly burns the eggplant box?
The grandfather and grandson were talking, while Tan You was busy on both sides of the stove, and soon a steaming pot of eggplant boxes came out of the pot. When Wang Hunu came back carrying the rice seedlings, she smelled the aroma. She washed her hands at the well, and when she raised her eyes again, there was a bowl of cold boiled water in front of her.
"Drink water and make eggplant boxes for lunch." Tan You just said this and went back to the kitchen to get busy.
She and her mother had nothing to talk about, and the old lady was not nice to her before. Now Tan You only treats her face-to-face and does not deliberately take care of her. She just makes it difficult for others to find fault.
The eggplant was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and it seemed to burst with juice when you took a bite. Naturally, Tan Deming and the old lady were very happy to eat. Tan You sat aside and only ate one. She was consciously controlling her diet. They said that if you want to lose weight healthily, you still have to work hard on your diet.
After lunch, Tan You did not continue reading this time, but moved a pile of clothes out of the room. She planned to change some clothes and wear them. One of the clothes was damaged when she was doing laundry this morning.
Watching Tan You carrying a few pieces of clothing for a few minutes, and then putting them down without marking them, he grabbed the big scissors on the side and clicked a few scissors, and soon there were many more pieces of cloth on the table.
Tan Deming sat aside and watched, "Are you...making clothes? When did you know how to do this?"
Tan You's face was expressionless: "You'll know after a while. If you're not busy, please lend me a sewing machine. I can use it."
"Do you know how to use it?" Tan Deming was suspicious: "You can do it just by looking at it?"
"Well, you can borrow one for me. Don't borrow it in our team. Others will gossip." Tan You was busy cutting out the available pieces of cloth. How could he bother to talk to Tan Deming? Her father, Tan Deming, had many contacts and it was not difficult for him to borrow a sewing machine.
Tan Deming was dubious, but still pushed the tricycle out of the team. Within an hour, he borrowed a new and not old sewing machine, along with other tools, such as a ruler, needle and thread, etc.
At this time, Tan You also took apart several pieces of clothing, and she put all the pieces of cloth aside. No one but her could tell where these pieces of cloth were used.
"Where did you borrow it?" Looking at the sewing machine placed in the main room, Tan You finally smiled.
"It's on the other side of Poling," Tan Deming took a sip of water: "I even covered it with a bag. When I came back, I met a few people, and I didn't say what it was."
"Okay," Tan You was busy adjusting the sewing machine. She had never used such an old-fashioned sewing machine, but she understood it after using it for a while.
It's just that when threading the thread, Tan You had to get very close to thread the thread through. For the hundred and first time, Tan You envied Han Tingting's outstanding eyes.
Tan Deming sat aside and watched Tan You busy. When she stepped on the sewing machine, Tan Deming couldn't help but smile: "You really know how to do it?"
Tan You narrowed his eyes slightly: "Didn't I tell you? Just take a look and you'll know."
She is the kind of handy person, and she used to like to do various small crafts. She likes hand-knitting ropes, folding stars and beads, etc., but in Cheng Wenhui's eyes, these are not serious jobs.
"When I finish these, I will make two more for you later." Tan You lowered his head and stepped on the sewing machine, and his movements gradually changed from unfamiliar to skillful.
"Okay, I'm just waiting for you to make me clothes." Tan Deming also smiled. The old man was a very wise man and would never say anything to dampen the mood. He would support whatever Tan You said.
When Wang Hunu woke up from her nap, she saw two short-sleeved shirts hanging on the hangers. She frowned: "Your father bought them for you? Isn't this a waste of money?"
Tan You cut off the thread: "No, my clothes are broken, I used old clothes to change them."
As long as she didn't buy it with money, Wang Hunu didn't care what Tan You did. As long as Tanyou doesn't watch TV, doesn't turn on the electric fan, and cleans the house, she doesn't care about anything else.
