Female supporting roles rely on food to save themselves

Chapter 452 Mood
The aroma of fried rice still lingers around.

Wang Yan and Zhou Xiaoyi stared at their brother Yang, not knowing whether they should go forward to say something, they always felt that Brother Yang's expression was a bit strange, his eyes were loose and blurred, but it didn't seem like he needed others to come forward The appearance of disturbing.

Yang Ming picked up the tea bowl slowly, and took a sip of the slightly cold vegetarian tea.

With the lingering aroma of fried rice, Yang Ming's memory became clearer.

He was lucky enough to be selected by the Minister of Anguo, and after he was promoted to the Imperial City Division, those who directly harmed his family had long since disappeared in this world due to various turmoil. There are only a few left, but these people have actually done the most Just watching from the sidelines, Yang Ming himself is a person who respects the rules. If he is not in the Imperial City Division, he may find an excuse to retaliate. He is in this position, but he is unwilling to do anything that violates the rules.

In fact, the culprit hasn't been too bad over the years.

At that time, the magistrate was a cautious person, he was born in a wealthy family, he was good at superficial skills, and he was excellent in the evaluation every year.

But Yang Ming is very clear that a person who can pamper such a brother-in-law, 100 people, 1000 people, can't just believe him when they praise him for his integrity.

Over the years, Yang Ming paid attention to him, collected his criminal evidence, and never gave up. Last year, he finally caught that guy.

This time, that guy is involved in a major event that may hurt the entire court, and he will never get out. The boss of his family will go out in person.

After Yang Ming got the accurate information and saw the specific news, he was stunned for a long time. He was happy, but he didn't seem to be as happy as he imagined.

A plate of fried rice is not too much, but Yang Ming has been eating irregularly for a long time, and now Gu Xiang dare not let him eat too much.

After eating the fried rice, he was served a small plate of haw jelly, which was in square pieces, no more than the size of a thumb, and the total amount was only seven or eight yuan.

Yang Ming doesn't like sour food very much. When he was a child, he never ate the candied haw jelly that other children liked. At this moment, he picked up a piece of hawthorn cake and looked at it. Looking at it under the bright lights, the fog is hazy and beautiful.

The taste is also sweet. Taking a deep breath, Yang Ming picked up a piece and ate a piece seriously.

When the hawthorn cake was in the mouth, the tip of the tongue jumped as if it was stimulated, and the sour taste rushed into the nose, and a little sweetness appeared from the bottom of my heart.

Yang Ming hasn't felt this way for many years.

Like five years ago, or six years ago?

Yilan told him that she wanted to marry him.

At that moment, his heart was sour and sweet, and he couldn't sleep for several nights, excited and apprehensive, just like a kid.

Yilan's beautiful face appeared in his mind. No matter what others said, he knew that she was really a good woman.

It's just that the world is like this, but a good woman may not end well. When Yilan got married, she naturally didn't choose her. Her family was poor and she had two brothers, so her parents chose the one with the highest betrothal gift for her. .

That person's legs and feet are not very convenient, but Yilan said that among all the candidates, her parents have chosen the best one for her, at least there is no bad record, unlike the other two candidates, there are some bad rumors.

In the third year of marriage, Yilan gave birth to her second child with dystocia. The family thought she was dead, so they swept her up in a straw and threw her into a mass grave. On that day, Yang Ming was on business nearby, and accidentally found that she was not dead yet. , I can only temporarily hand over the errand to the brothers next to me, and find a way to save people by myself.

Perhaps the daughters of poor families are destined to die, but Yilan struggled to survive.

In her year, only.

After encountering so many tragedies, Yilan didn't want to at all. She felt that her parents didn't let her down, and if she died of dystocia, it was her fate.

Half of her little sisters in the village have suffered from dystocia. For a woman, giving birth is a matter of life. After struggling, people are lucky to be alive. Wait for the second struggle. People are not always lucky, so sooner or later this will happen.

Yilan felt that her luck was not bad. The doctor showed her that she would never be able to conceive and have children again. Upon hearing this, Yilan breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Ming thought of every expression in the corners of Yilan's eyes and eyebrows, and the bitterness in his heart was not so strong, but slightly sour.

He likes Yilan and wants to marry her. He carried a palanquin eight times, and the matchmaker is getting married. Yilan was very happy and told him that she also wanted to get married, to marry him.

The woman she likes never thinks about whether she is compatible or not, and she doesn't care about the gossip outside. Some people say that she is not good enough for her, but she is never annoyed, and she doesn't think it is right.

Some people also said that he, Yang Ming, was just impulsive, and he would regret marrying her, and when he got tired of it, one can imagine what would happen to her.

But Yilan only said: "Anyway, now he is willing to marry, and I am willing to marry, I am really happy in my heart. Don't care about the present, do you have to worry about the future?"

Yang Ming loves his little Yilan so much.

Thinking of the past, he couldn't help but gently stretched his brows and eyes, in a good mood.

The night is getting thicker and the wind is blowing in bursts.

The diners on the left and right looked at Yang Ming enviously. Xie Shang stretched out his long legs, kicked Xie Bin, and winked.

Xie Bin was stunned, rubbed his face suddenly, got up and stopped Qiu Li: "Why is there no fried rice with eggs on our menu, we want two servings of the kind General Yang ate just now. And hawthorn cake, give me Two mentions to take home, there are quite a few sisters in my family, so I’m sure they will like it.”

Qiu Li: "There will be a Bliss Feast on the third day of the first month of next month. At that time, there will be an egg fried rice as a staple food. Please come early."

"The hawthorn cake is eaten by myself, there are not many, and I can't sell it."

Xie Bin had long learned the skill of being coquettish and shameless, so he pretended not to hear it at all, stretched out his fingers and hooked Qiuli's sleeve vainly, and complained almost childishly: "But General Yang ate it tonight, and he made a mess of it." If you can do one serving, you can’t do two servings? How can there be such a reason, everyone is a diner, who is more noble than the other? You can’t treat one more than another!”

"It doesn't matter what we eat, we want as much as we have, and we don't mind a few yuan per person."

Others also complained after hearing the words.

This one wants to eat fried rice with eggs, that one wants to eat roasted venison, and another one wants to eat something like "Bainiao Chaofeng", and some say they don't want to choose, but insist on eating first. Noisy, the whole garden is noisy very.

Yang Ming suddenly felt a little bit of complacency in his heart, as if he drank a bowl of heart-cooling drink in the dog days, and his whole body was very comfortable. He couldn't help but poke his head to look at the diners around him, and saw all kinds of weird behaviors on the other side. , Envious, even a little jealous look in the eyes, and I feel happier in my heart.

(End of this chapter)