Chapter 33 Old Shadows of the Republic of China (2)
Jiang Feng struggled to get up from the ground.
It looks like a utility room, maybe the backstage of a theater. Dresses, suits, lamps, phones, shelves, paintings and other old or broken props are piled together.
Jiang Huiqin held a bulging and tightly wrapped cloth bag in her hand.
"Huiqin, I really don't understand. What don't you like about that wedding dress? I originally wanted to give you a surprise, but you are really disappointing!"
"I don't like anything. What we took were wedding photos. They were photos of me getting married. I should order the clothes I want to wear!"
"Are you just going to wear your red coat-like wedding dress? Are you making our wedding look feudal, ignorant and ridiculous?" Li Mingyi raised his voice, "I wear a suit and you wear a phoenix crown. Don't you think it's funny? Huiqin , you and I are both people who have received a new education, how can you be like you bunch of old-fashioned academics?”
"Ridiculous? Do you think it's ridiculous?" Jiang Huiqin looked up at him, her originally exquisite makeup was stained with tears.
She untied the bundle in her hands, revealing the neatly folded wedding dress inside. She took out the outermost jacket, shook it open, held it up, and pointed at it, her whole body shaking with anger.
"You think it's ridiculous? Li Mingyi, I've been embroidering for 4 years, and I've been embroidering this wedding dress for a full 4 years! My mother had a dystocia when she gave birth to me, I have no mother, and my sister-in-law passed away, so no one taught me how to embroider. I made all the wedding dresses by myself and ruined so many of them, but this one is good.”
"You think it's ugly, it's ridiculous, it's not as good-looking as the wedding dress you found from the tailor in Paris, right? But I embroidered it myself, and girls have to wear wedding dresses that they embroider themselves when they get married! Let me tell you, Don’t talk to me about feudalism and openness. I went to a girls’ school. I didn’t learn any of your amazing physics and chemistry. What we learned was to teach husbands and children and deal with internal affairs. I am feudal and pedantic.”
Jiang Huiqin refolded her coat and put it back while sobbing, picked up the cloth bag, and walked out quickly.
"Go find your open and free women to take photos and get married! I won't take any photos today!"
Jiang Feng quickly caught up.
"Ms. Jiang, have you thought about it? Is this a photo?" The photographer saw Jiang Huiqin coming down from upstairs and hurriedly greeted her with a smile.
"No more photos. He can take photos of whoever he likes." Jiang Huiqin wiped the tears from her face and left the photo studio.
Jiang Huiqin might as well not run this time, otherwise Jiang Feng's butt would suffer again.
This great-aunt of mine really has a bad temper, but Li Mingyi deserves it.
It's ridiculous to say that his fiancée is feudal and old-fashioned, maybe he doesn't want a wife anymore!
While walking, Jiang Huiqin stopped in front of a wonton stall.
"Small bowl of wontons, no green onions." Jiang Huiqin found a table and sat down, put the cloth bag next to her, counted out a few coins and handed them to the stall owner.
The wonton stall is located at the entrance of the alley. The stall owner is a middle-aged man with a bit of a hunchback. The stall only had three small tables, which were full of pits and greasiness, and there were many wooden thorns on the edges.
Before taking over, the stall owner took a greasy and dirty rag and wiped it casually on the table in front of Jiang Huiqin, then threw the rag on the table next to him. Without washing his hands, he grabbed a small handful of wontons that had been wrapped long ago from the bamboo basket and threw them into the boiling pot.
After a while, a bowl of wontons came out of the pot.
After adding two drops of sesame oil and adding nothing else, the stall owner brought the bowl with three missing mouths to Jiang Huiqin.
The wontons looked very poor, with thick skin and little meat. They were not wrapped tightly, and most of the bowl of wontons fell apart. Jiang Huiqin's mind was not on the wontons. She looked back frequently, but she didn't see the person she wanted to see.
There are many people coming and going on the streets paved with bluestones, including gentlemen in long shirts, coolies in short shirts, young people dressed as students, rickshaw drivers and beautiful women in cheongsam.
There is just no Li Mingyi.
Jiang Huiqin tilted her head and stared blankly at the street, tears falling as she looked at it. After shedding tears silently for a while, Jiang Huiqin turned her head angrily, looked at the cold wontons in front of her, and tasted one.
The tears fell even more fiercely.
It seemed that Jiang Feng could pass the paper to her.
Li Mingyi, who was crying and almost having blisters on his mouth, finally found him.
"Huiqin, why are you here eating wontons?" Li Ming opened his mouth, and Jiang Feng wanted to cover his mouth.
Falling in love as a teenager should be an innate skill, but this elder brother seems to be born with stunted innate skills that have not been awakened.
Jiang Huiqin looked at him with an aggrieved look on her face: "Aren't you looking for your free, democratic and open life partner? Why are you looking for a feudal, pedantic and ridiculous person like me?"
"Who said I want to find someone who is free, democratic and open? Huiqin, can you be reasonable?"
My aunt, please stop talking!
Jiang Feng watched from the side and wished he could stuff the wontons on the table into his mouth and gag him to stop talking. Wasn't the string of sweet words last night so smooth? Why are you so stubborn today?
"Then go find someone else who is reasonable!" Jiang Huiqin turned her head away and looked into the bowl, her big teardrops falling into the wonton soup.
The two were silent for a while.
"Stop crying." Li Mingyi took out a handkerchief, gently wiped away the tears on Jiang Huiqin's face, and said warmly: "My eyes are swollen from crying. It won't look good when I take pictures later."
"Who wants to take pictures? Don't you think the clothes I embroidered are ugly?" Jiang Huiqin whispered.
"You look good no matter what you wear. In my eyes, you are the most beautiful person in the world."
"Is she prettier than Ruan Yuling?"
“Ten thousand times more beautiful than Ruan Yuling!”
"Liar." Jiang Huiqin burst into laughter.
Li Mingyi took Jiang Huiqin's hand and walked towards the photo studio.
The girl's hand held the boy's hand tightly, as if she was afraid that he would run away.
The next second, Jiang Feng returned to the room.
I looked at my phone and saw that only 5 minutes had passed.
"Ding, congratulations to the players for discovering new features, the game will be updated soon."
"The game is updating, current progress: 0%."
Jiang Feng:...
Here we go again, the suffocatingly slow update.
However, in Jiang Huiqin's memory just now, in addition to the daily routine of throwing dog food and the sour smell of love, there was also a dish cooked by Jiang Chengde.
Clear soup with willow agarwood!
Jiang Feng watched all aspects of that dish, from every angle, and watched the entire process without missing a single detail.
It's a pity that Jiang Huiqin ran away early and didn't see the final arrangement of dishes and pouring of soup.
Jiang Feng sat on the bed, trying to recall the recipe of agarwood in clear soup that he saw in Jiang Huiqin's memory.
No, it's too difficult.
I only read it once, and it was easy to distinguish the ingredients and processing techniques, but it was too difficult for Jiang Feng to learn the ingredients and seasonings just by looking at them without tasting them. Not to mention the essence of the dish - clear soup.
Jiang Feng only smelled the smell and didn't even know the ingredients.
If he had the ability to judge ingredients just by smelling them, he would not have been hit on the head with the bottom of a pot by the old man when he was learning to cook as a child.
Confirming that he could not learn to make agarwood in clear soup, and no longer feeling sleepy after reading the memory, Jiang Feng simply went downstairs and went out for a walk.
Since the beginning of school, it is rare to have leisure time. It would be a pity to waste time on sleeping.
Ji Yue is still drawing pictures downstairs. Jiang Feng had spent most of the day in Jiang Huiqin's memory, but in reality it had only been a few minutes. Ji Yue was a little surprised to see Jiang Feng coming downstairs.
"Don't sleep anymore?"
"Don't sleep anymore, let's go out for a walk."
This time is when the food street is the most deserted.
The lingering power of the autumn tiger is still there, and I feel dizzy from the heat of the sun while walking on the road, losing my appetite.
Jiang Feng was thinking about something.
After Comrade Wang Xiulian and Jiang Jiankang found out, they might be beaten into doubles, then kneel on a knife holder and hold a pressure cooker. (End of chapter)