Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn-Chapter 277 - 51: Thoughtful Gesture

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"Crack", the sweater Xiao Xian was holding made a sound like breaking ice. The sweater, washed and dried late last night, was hung on the window sill’s rain shield. This morning, when Xiao Xian got up, a slight tug tore a big hole in it.

"The North is different from the South; in the North, you must wring out the water from clothes and hang them indoors, or the dripping will freeze overnight. Woolen clothes are brittle when frozen, they break easily. Here, give me a hand." When Zhuo Feng came in with breakfast, she happened to see Xiao Xian staring blankly at that brown sweater.

Back in Ge Village, even in the coldest Southern winters, it would never be cold enough to freeze, so this was her first encounter with such frigid weather. She had no idea there was so much to washing clothes.

Zhuo Feng took off her mask, her face rosy, carrying a big red-white-blue plastic bag and a one-jin (half-kilogram) thermal lunch box, which looked quite comical.

Xiao Xian hurried to help take it from her. The temperature of the items taken out from the plastic bag gave Xiao Xian a shock; they were actually a box of sugar ice pops. As for what was in the thermal lunch box, Zhuo Feng mysteriously said that she would find out when it was time for breakfast. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Eating ice pops in the dead of winter? Xiao Xian really had never seen such a thing. The ice pops Zhuo Feng brought were wrapped in the simplest oil paper packaging, with "Sugar Ice Pop" printed on the white paper.

"I’m so hot," Zhuo Feng said as she took out the rest of the items from the plastic bag and put them all on the dining table, "I haven’t had these ice pops in years. Look at you, making a big fuss over it; in the North, it’s popular to eat ice pops in winter, with the rooms heated to over twenty degrees, it’s pretty warm. Eating an ice pop just feels so refreshing. Besides, all these things are your Uncle’s favourites."

No good deed goes unpunished, Xiao Xian thought as she watched Zhuo Feng’s thieving grin. Compared to the various Northern-style buns and large deep-fried breadsticks, Xiao Xian and Zhuo Feng both preferred to eat a bowl of hot noodles on such a cold day, warming their whole bodies with just one bowl. Not like stuffing themselves with a few buns where the warmth doesn’t reach where it should, and the cold that should be gone remains.

"Morning, you two are up early today, already bought breakfast? Wife, Xiao Xian, sorry, got drunk last night, thanks for the hard work," it’s said that a drunkard is no better than a heap of mud, imagine how much Qi the two women had to spend to drag him intact to the fourth floor.

Thinking about this, Feng Xing felt ashamed and silently vowed to himself that next time, even if others urged him on, he would not drink. His complexion looked good; back home, after drinking a few cups with his dad, he would ensure to wake up the next day with a splitting headache, but today, waking up, his head wasn’t dizzy at all, and his mouth wasn’t dry, wondering what hangover medicine he had taken the night before, when he saw the breakfast and the box of ice pops that Zhuo Feng had laid out in the living room.

"Five Grain Pancake? And pickled radish?" Feng Xing grinned ear to ear, being from Shandong, his favourite breakfast since childhood has been the Five Grain Pancake, how many years had it been since he’d been treated to his favourite breakfast like this. After graduating from college, away from his parents, living alone in Beijing, he never again managed to partake in such a beloved breakfast all at once.

"You’re easily satisfied, asking for so little, look again, what’s this," Zhuo Feng lifted the lid of the lunch box, and with a cloud of hot steam, Xiao Xian’s nose began to itch slightly.

What’s that smell? Sour or stinky, like... it’s like what Sister-in-law Lian used to pour out of the pigsty, the food that went sour. Xiao Xian was sure it was that smell. His favourite breakfast. Feng Xing, being from Shandong, loves the Shandong Five Grain Pancake, made with corn flour, millet flour, and rice flour for the shell, stuffed with crispy fillings, coriander, and pickled vegetables, only two yuan each, truly a bargain for beauty.

"Soy milk," the grey-green liquid in the thermal lunch box, mistaken by Xiao Xian as sour swill, was authentic old Beijing soy milk. Not everyone can stomach it, but Feng Xing loved it so much he could drink several large bowls at a time.

"You were drunk last night; I thought to buy you some hot soy milk, drinking it in winter warms and nourishes the stomach," Zhuo Feng said, pinching her nose, she really couldn’t stand the smell. Soy milk is made from mung beans, after filtering out the starch, the remaining fermented dregs is the soy milk. People who love it do so passionately, while those who can’t stand it, wouldn’t touch it even if they were dying.

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