Chapter 69 This face is the only one I can trust and capital
We stared blankly. We had not known the taste of meat for three months. Caixi's face was filled with excitement. No one thought that Zhu Tou San had unintentionally ruined this hard-won dinner. Instead, he was thinking: Damn it, then
Succulents.
Song Da stared blankly because he was too late to stop Zhu Tou San's impulse: "That's soy sauce wine and salt. You pour it into the pot in batches. The salt is enough to marinate the whole pig."
Zhutou San looked panicked, "I don't know the words." He shook out the remaining ingredients as he spoke.
The contents of the pot are definitely not something that a decent person can tolerate. Too much pig head added makes the pot feel like a drought. The soy sauce dyes the bottom of the pot into a sauce color. The meat is entangled with the oil and vegetable leaves.
, it has basically become a mess.
The surviving beggar's chickens did not suffer any major disaster.
Xiao Ma Liu took out the roasted chicken from the fire, threw down a big chicken leg, and handed it to Song Da respectfully: "Song - Instructor Song, you go first, the best part is the most fragrant while it's hot, don't add too many ingredients.
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Song Da was not polite, rolled up his sleeves and eagerly peeled off the mud, tore off the meat, dipped it in the seasonings and wolfed it down.
We squatted, sat, and stood, chewing chicken and pork. Ah Wu donkey wiped the oil from his mouth on his hands, and then licked the oil from his hands into his mouth; but You Si chicken was too eager to chew it.
It was rotten, so he had to pull it out from his throat and chew it again; Zhu Tou San lowered his head and asked Niu Ba: "Is it okay?" Niu Ba, who was suddenly asked by Zhu Tou San, was focusing on the chicken, glared at him, and started eating one after another.
Hiccups.
Zhu Tou San successfully finished off the chicken breast and a bowl of meat, and poured saliva into his mouth to rinse away the bitter and salty taste that almost numbed his mouth. Ah Wu Donkey rolled his eyes while looking at Niu Ba as if he was planning to choke on each burp.
Damn it, he was choking. I handed the water to Niu Ba, fully expecting him to drink it down in one gulp. However, the man shook his head, his voice changed with salt, but he was strong enough to say his reason: "Drink."
I can't eat water but my stomach feels full."
Xiao Ma Liu, Ah Wu Donkey, and Zhu Tou San suddenly woke up. Now one more mouthful of water means one less mouthful of food. They were so dizzy from the salt that the three of them staggered towards the pot to add as much content to their bowls as possible.
I was smart enough not to compete with them for food, because Song Da used his official power to give me the largest chicken drumstick, and gave the other two drumsticks to the sick Ergouzi.
After eating and drinking, the fight in the open space of the house was really strange. I sat in the yard and looked up at the stars on the eaves of the patio. Although I looked bad, I had no intention of stopping it. Song Da sat next to me.
.And Xiao Ma Liu, Ah Wu Donkey, and You Si Ji were all messing around. Niu Ba didn’t join because he was born to avoid putting himself in danger. A group of guys chased Zhu Tou San into the open space and ran wildly.
The thin guy who was used to running around was actually much more nimble than the 200-pound pork head, so Pig Head San exploded his lungs while running, with his fists and kicks behind him not falling. As he ran, he yelled: "I won't do it next time."
How dare you put it so salty!"
It turned out that they were making fun of Pig Head Three.
Pork couldn't resist, so he just tried his best to cover his butt with the pot lid to reduce the weight of his fists and feet. The scumbags are not stupid either, so they would hit the head when covering the butt, and kick the butt with the hijab.
Song Da looked envious of this unrestrained human touch, "Aren't you going to stop it?"
I also smiled and asked, "Do you need it?"
I saw Song Da out, and under the street light, he asked me: "Your family has a big business to feed, what are your plans?"
I Shi Shiran smiled and said: "Poor life, fighting, pretending to be poor, and chaos are the labels of our lives. Each person has one life. When Brother Gui comes out, we will plan for the long term. Don't we still have two pairs of hands and a head of six and a half pounds?
, will he survive?"
Song Da hesitated for a moment, then handed me an invitation letter, a bit like a request, "Tomorrow night, my father Yan will invite relatives and friends to gather together and hold a masquerade ball. I hope you can participate, okay?"
"What is a masquerade?"
"It's just a dance with your face covered. If you don't dance well, no one will know who it is. If you wear a blue mask tomorrow, I won't admit your mistake."
This was the moment we were waiting for: "Most of you gentlemen and young ladies from the upper class have a background of studying abroad. I am a pauper who has never been to a school. I am a person from two different worlds."
Song Da suddenly approached me in a very rude manner, which scared me so much that I backed away towards the wall.
"I like you, your bravery, your tenacity, your fiery emotions, and your ruthless coldness."
"No, you don't understand me. When you are eating tender steak in Europe, I am bending over a bowl of rice. Do you know why I am arrogant? Because I have one thing that you rich people care about, but we here
Those who don't care, that's fate! So, our lifestyles are completely different - your world is as exquisite as a bonsai, while my world is so miserable that it's almost ferocious."
"No, you are full of vitality, have endless energy, and are sharp. It's a pity that you live in troubled times, with a daughter's body and a man's heart. But you must never give up such precious qualities. I--I hope you don't differentiate your identity from me.
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We were silent and looked at each other. Suddenly, I got chills. I thought that my story before I was 18 years old was nothing like Cinderella, because she just suffered and was ridiculed by her stepmother and her family. She could have survived to 99 without saying anything.
The most unfavorable thing for a prince is to marry a farmer; but my companions and I have overcome all obstacles and struggled cynically. I don’t understand what has inspired me to move forward over the years.
. During the long period of youth when I fell asleep and woke up again, my heart, which was poor and longing for light, was like a boring kid talking, punching and kicking.
I said seriously: "Instructor Song, listen well, I am willing to be your friend."
Song Da said: "Mao Jiujiu, before you, I had a girlfriend. She went abroad to study. I have broken up with her..."
I put a finger on my lips: "Shh... don't talk about your past. I'm not interested because it's none of my business."
"You seem to care about everything, such as food, money or destiny. What do you care about?"
I smiled sweetly and said, "Maybe I don't know myself well. Maybe I am a person who plays games in life. Since I play games, why do I have to think so much? Isn't the fun of games all in the process?"
"To be honest, I have never seen a woman like this. She is very strange and very sensible. But I want to ask you, do you think I am suitable?"
I smiled: "If there is no more wonderful man around me, then you are still a suitable choice. Of course, this is only my idea. If one day in the future, your and my lives change, and there is a more wonderful man,
Content, I will wish you well and say goodbye. I hope you will do the same, and let us keep this feeling of being 'on the road'."
Song Da smiled politely.
I thought of Na Miantang, and of the newspaper in which he and a girl stood side by side, "I will go, thank you!"
I turned around and started walking back to the house, reaching out to pull my hair into a bun behind my neck. Song Da watched me leave, watching me lift my two delicate shoulders high as I walked. This gesture
It was more profound in his mind than anything I said.
Song Lufu, commander-in-chief of the Songlu Guard Army.
"Song Pavilion" is written vigorously on the gate of the courtyard in large dark green characters. The exterior is decorated with carved beams and painted roofs, and peach-shaped cornices. All kinds of luxury cars that I can't explain are parked at the door. Dozens of them are parked along the door, and the beauties are swaying in a variety of ways.
The handsome men walked towards the gate with bright smiles as if they were protecting a rare treasure.
The dreamlike castle, the ubiquitous design indicates the luxury of the owner, and the entire courtyard is surrounded by greenery. Many years later, I learned that it was called a Norwegian-style spire, a Gothic spire, a Chinese-style glazed tile, and the mixed-match building is full of
A romantic atmosphere.
A unique beauty, a perfect style.
Tonight, in the banquet hall, the clothes are fragrant and the shadows are shining.
This morning, Song Da asked his adjutant to deliver a dress. I put on this evening dress and looked at myself through the copper-silver dressing mirror. My waterfall-like black hair and exquisite purple silk skirt complemented each other, creating a scorching glow.
, the skirt is wide, the waist is narrowed, one side reveals a bit of white shoulder, the vintage royal emerald brooch on the chest is extremely luxurious. Further down, the skin is like cream, and the world is full of youthful beauty. This is a devil's handiwork
The face of a work of art, this face is the only one I can trust and capitalize on.
I knew that I was an extremely beautiful woman. When I was only fifteen years old, the boys in the village began to pursue me. As an orphan in an orphanage, I was naturally the prey of their desire. But I refused their vulgarity.
Attraction, avoiding their foolish flattery.
But today I am a supporting role.
Take off your extremely luxurious skirt.
I changed into an ordinary white linen dress. This was a piece of fabric bought by Brother Gui. He sewed it for me personally. It was the only decent dress. There was no tight embroidered corset and lace constraints. I felt extremely relaxed. Plain flower
The long skirt, small butterfly sleeves, and jasper buttons at the neckline are exquisite and delicate, but they invisibly highlight my plump chest and slender waist.
Although I try to make myself as inconspicuous as possible, the fact is that I am still the kind of woman that men eagerly pursue.
People say that three poor people and three rich people will never grow old. My heart is ups and downs, and my heart is like a drum. I review my choices, my plans, the chaotic past, and the unbearable memories. In this luxurious room, I am now
At a certain story point in life.
I don't believe that my life will always be gray. I don't believe that one day I will die in poverty or fighting. My heart is as cold as steel.
I secretly made up my mind when I was very young: In my life, I don’t want to end my identity that I cannot choose silently. I need to fight for it, just like fighting for leftovers when I was a child. The weak only deserve to be frozen.