Among the four people who came together, except Gu Ying, she only met Lingyuan after she married Xie Fei.
The other three either grew up with Lingyuan or were alumni of the same school. Everyone is familiar with each other.
Seeing Lingyuan's situation, even a few people who were not very proactive in comforting people couldn't help but say:
"Lingyuan..."
< br>The voices were too unified, and the three of them paused at the same time.
There was a brief silence in the room. Fu Jingyou made the first move, put his arm around Ling Yuan's shoulders, and led him to the table to sit down.
“Don’t look at yourself, but also look at your parents. We are no longer young in this generation. We should stand up to the sky and stand on the ground. Don’t let our parents worry about us.”
It was rare for Xie Fei to reach an agreement with him. One on the left and the other on the right, sandwiching Ling Yuan in the middle to guide him.
"If you have any unhappiness in your heart, tell it today. We will have a good chat with you. If there are any problems, we will solve them. Let's work together and don't keep it in your heart..."
While talking nonchalantly, Fu Jingyou waved his free hand on his lower back.
Lu Miao understood and left the main room with Gu Ying.
Some topics can be more open-minded when only people of the same sex are present.
They can't just stand outside the house.
Thinking that Ling Yuan probably didn’t eat well these days, the two of them hit it off immediately and said hello to Ling’s mother and asked her to make something to eat.
Ling’s mother nodded and cooperated, and brought out some bacon from home and a duck that had been frozen in a big vat in the yard a few years ago.
Speaking of which, the duck was paid back with internal cadre work points on the farm.
Originally it was said to be stewed for Liu Wenpei to eat.
How did you know that a good year can accomplish so many things?
Ling's mother calmly wiped away her tears and didn't say much else. She just tried her best to put on a smile for them to watch.
Lu Miao was not very good at using the Ling family's kitchen knife. He chopped half-pulled duck meat several times, but failed to chop off a piece.
Gu Ying watched anxiously from the side, so she simply pushed her aside and started doing it herself.
Lu Miao rubbed the tip of her nose and refused to compete with her.
After washing my hands, I was picking up garlic and picking up the dried chili peppers dried out last year.
I wrote a note about roast duck to Lingyuan before.
It probably has something to do with that note. The Ling family has a complete range of seasonings, spices, etc.
After Gu Ying cut the duck meat into pieces, Lu Miao took over and did a simple blanching process.
After that, sauté onions, ginger, garlic, and dried chili peppers, add duck meat and fry until the duck meat changes color.
A little soy sauce and a spoonful of the farmer’s own bean paste, then stir-fry until even.
After pouring some of the half jar of rice wine on the inside of the stove, Lu Miao clicked the lid on the pot and let it simmer over the fire.
While she was busy cooking, Gu Ying's hands and feet were neat and she had already mixed half a bowl of batter.
When the pot made a "sizzling" sound, Lu Miao opened the lid. Gu Ying cooperated with her and quickly placed a circle of coarse grain cakes on the side of the pot.
The portion size is honest, and this hard dish is enough.
Lu Miao didn't move the marinated meat and put it on the chopping board, waiting for Ling's mother to collect it later and hang it up again.
The fragrance wafted from their side, and people from the doorway of the main room started to poke their heads in and shout that they were hungry.
"It will be ready soon."
Gu Ying responded, opened the lid of the pot, and quickly took out the coarse grain cake:
"It smells so good, your craftsmanship is so good~!"
"I didn't add too much spicy food, you You can feel free to take two more bites.”
“Huh?”
Gu Ying paused and looked at Lu Miao:
"You know I don't eat spicy food?"
"In fact, I haven't paid much attention to it."
Lu Miao didn't take it seriously and said with a smile:
"It's just that I used to In the south, when the food is spicy, you always feel uncomfortable eating and always drink water. I also heard that you eat well and generally don't eat particularly heavy food, so I guessed it." It's not something that can be guessed roughly.
This is already quite observant.
The year is not good, so the people in Shanghai did not say how meticulously they ate, but it is true that they like light food.
Gu Ying is from Shanghai and grew up there. Naturally, her taste is light.
I just went to jump in line. The countryside is hard and there is nothing to eat. I put some heavy ingredients in the three meals and I can barely eat.
Lu Miao explained casually and easily, but Gu Ying took it into her heart and was very moved.
"In the past, everyone said that you had Ma Daha's temperament. If I look at it, you are the one who starts with careful calculations."
"I'll just take it as your compliment."
< br>Lu Miao waved her hands very sarcastically.
Gu Ying smiled and said: "It is."
The two looked at each other and smiled, one brought the food and the other brought the cake to the main room.
Drinking a little wine appropriately can help you sleep and relieve stress.
Lu Miao walked out after a while and took the remaining rice wine from the kitchen.
I don’t know what the men were talking about just now, but Lingyuan’s condition has obviously improved a lot.
Although his back was still hunched, there was a bright smile on his face.
Occasionally I would touch the back of my head and laugh heartily.
Lingyuan hadn't eaten well for a while. He had the hard dishes and staple food in front of him, and the bowls and chopsticks were all at hand.
Glancing at the concerned faces at the table, Lingyuan was the first to lift up his chopsticks, unceremoniously picked up the intact duck legs in the bowl and took a big bite:
"It tastes so good! Together! Let’s eat together and talk while eating!”
Fu Jingyou smiled happily and poured three cups of wine.
Each of them shared a cup, and he and Xie Fei ate and chatted slowly with Ling Yuan.
Lu Miao had a pretty smile, and she felt quite relieved after entering the house.
Seeing Lingyuan's movements, her smile slowly faded, and she could no longer stretch out the chopsticks in her hand.
As Gu Ying said at that time, she has always been the most attentive one.
Indeed.
The people at the table, including Fu Jingyou, seemed to be frightened by Lingyuan.
But she noticed a clue.
People who are truly depressed have a very small chance of telling others that they are depressed.
And in order not to worry those who care, they try to be positive and unrestrained.
Trying hard to look normal.
But in fact, it may be essentially like a hollow sycamore tree.
They try hard to hold on until the day they can no longer hold on.
Maybe it's not that serious yet, but when thinking about that possibility, Lu Miao felt a severe lump in her throat.
Unconsciously, she probably really regarded Lingyuan as a friend.
So acid water came out of my mouth uncontrollably, and my nose started to feel sour.
Hiding her discomfort, she lowered her head and took a bite of the whole grain cake. She realized that she couldn't restrain the urge to burst into tears. She stood up quickly:
"I'll get a bowl and leave some duck meat for Uncle Ling and Auntie."
"Okay."
......
Lu Miao wiped it off in the kitchen Tears, I tried to take a deep breath to calm my mood before going out with the bowl.
After that, everyone at the table was talking, and she ate silently without saying a word.
Lingyuan drank some wine, and probably felt a little relaxed, and his mood was obviously higher. (End of this chapter)