A soft-waisted educated youth has sex with a loyal dog and a rough guy in the 1960s

Among the four people who came together, the only one who was not Gu Ying was Ling Yuan, whom she met only after she got married to Xie Fei.

The other three either grew up with Ling Yuan or were alumni of the same school, so they were all familiar with each other.

Seeing Ling Yuan's situation, even though the few people were not the kind to take the initiative to comfort others, they couldn't help but speak up:

“Ling Yuan…”

The three of them paused at the same time because their voices were too unified.

There was a brief silence in the room. Fu Jingyou took the first step, put his hand on Ling Yuan's shoulder, and led him to the table to sit down.

"Don't just look at yourself, you also have to look at your parents. We are not young anymore. We should stand up for ourselves and not let our parents worry about us."

It was rare for Xie Fei to reach a consensus with him, so they sat on a bench, one on the left and the other on the right, with Ling Yuan in the middle, trying to give him some advice.

"If you have any complaints, please tell us today. We will have a good chat with you. If there are any problems, we can solve them. Let's work together. Don't keep them in your heart..."

As Fu Jingyou chattered on, his free hand waved behind his waist.

Lu Miao understood and left the main room with Gu Ying.

For some topics, perhaps you can be more relaxed when only people of the same sex are present.

They couldn't just stand there stupidly outside the house.

Thinking that Ling Yuan probably hadn't eaten well recently, the two of them hit it off and said hello to Ling's mother, asking to make something to eat.

Ling's mother nodded repeatedly in cooperation and brought out some pickled meat from the house and a duck that had been frozen in a large jar in the yard before the New Year.

Actually, the duck was bought with the work points earned by internal cadres on the farm.

It was originally said that it was stewed for Liu Wenpei to eat.

Who would have thought that such a good year would lead to so many things?

Ling's mother wiped away her tears calmly, without saying anything else. She just tried hard to force a smile and let them watch.

Lu Miao was not very good at using the Ling family's kitchen knife. He tried several times to chop off half of the duck meat but failed to succeed.

Gu Ying was watching from the side and was getting anxious, so she simply pushed her aside and did it herself.

Lu Miao rubbed his nose and didn't fight with her for it.

After washing my hands, I sat there picking garlic and picking the dried chilies that were hung out to dry last year.

I wrote a note to Lingyuan for roast duck before.

It may have something to do with that note. The Ling family has a complete range of seasonings and spices.

After Gu Ying cut the duck meat into pieces, Lu Miao took over and did a simple blanching process.

Then sauté the scallions, ginger, garlic and dried chilies, then add the duck meat and stir-fry until the duck oil comes out and the duck meat changes color.

Add a little soy sauce and a spoonful of homemade bean paste, then stir-fry until evenly mixed.

Lu Miao poured some of the half-jar of rice wine on the stove into the pot, then slammed the lid on the pot and let the fire simmer.

While she was busy cooking, Gu Ying was quick and nimble and had already prepared half a bowl of mixed noodle paste.

When the pot started to sizzle, Lu Miao opened the lid and Gu Ying cooperated with her by quickly putting a circle of coarse grain cakes on the edge of the pot.

The portion is generous and just one dish is enough.

Lu Miao didn't touch the pickled meat. He left it on the chopping board, waiting for Ling's mother to collect it herself and hang it up again later.

The fragrance wafted over from their side, and people started to poke their heads out from the main room door and complain about being hungry.

"It'll be ready soon."

Gu Ying responded, opened the lid of the pot, and swiftly took out the whole grain cakes:

"It smells so good, you are really good at cooking~!"

"I didn't put too much spice in it, so you can eat a few more bites without worry."

"Ok?"

Gu Ying paused and turned her head to look at Lu Miao:
"You know I don't eat spicy food?"

“I haven’t really paid much attention to it.”

Lu Miao didn't care and said with a smile:

"When you were in the south, when the food was spicy, you always ate slowly and kept drinking water. I also heard that you guys eat fine food and generally don't eat anything too strong, so I roughly guessed it." This is not something that can be roughly guessed.

This is quite an observation.

The year was not good, so people in Shanghai didn’t say that they were eating very fine food, but it is true that they prefer light food.

Gu Ying is from Shanghai and grew up there, so naturally her taste tends to be lighter.

I just went there to work in the countryside. Life was hard in the countryside, and there was not much to eat. I had to add some heavy food to my meals, which was barely enough to make me eat.

Lu Miao explained it casually, but Gu Ying took it to heart and was quite moved.

"Everyone used to say you were careless, but in my opinion, you are the most careful person."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Lu Miao waved his hands proudly.

Gu Ying smiled and said, "That's right."

The two men smiled at each other, one brought the dishes while the other brought the cake to the main room.

Drinking a little wine can help you sleep and relieve stress.

Lu Miao walked out after a while and took the remaining rice wine from the kitchen with him.

I don’t know what the men were talking about just now, but Ling Yuan’s condition was obviously much better.

Although he was still hunched over, there was at least a bright smile on his face.

Occasionally he would touch the back of his head and laugh out loud.

Ling Yuan hadn't eaten properly for a while, and now there were main dishes and staple foods, as well as bowls and chopsticks at his side.

Glancing at the concerned faces at the table, Ling Yuan took the lead in picking up his chopsticks and unceremoniously took a big bite of the whole duck leg from the bowl:

"It's delicious! Let's eat together and talk while we eat!"

Fu Jingyou smiled comfortably and poured three cups of wine.

They each got a bowl of tea, and he and Xie Fei accompanied Ling Yuan to eat and chat slowly.

Lu Miao smiled prettyly, and she felt relieved after entering the house.

Seeing Ling Yuan's actions, her smile gradually faded, and she suddenly couldn't stretch out the chopsticks in her hand.

As Gu Ying said at that time, she has always been the most careful one.

This is true.

Several people at the table, including Fu Jingyou, seemed to be intimidated by Ling Yuan.

But she noticed something.

People who are truly depressed are very unlikely to tell others that they are depressed.

In order not to worry the people they care about, they try hard to appear positive and unrestrained.

Trying hard to look normal.

But in fact, perhaps it is essentially like a hollow sycamore tree.

They are trying to hold on until the day they can no longer hold on.

Or maybe it wasn't that serious yet, but when he thought of that possibility, Lu Miao felt a lump in his throat.

Unconsciously, she probably really regarded Ling Yuan as a friend.

So sour water came out of my mouth uncontrollably and my nose started to feel sore.

To hide her discomfort, she lowered her head and took a bite of the coarse grain cake. She realized that she couldn't suppress the urge to burst into tears, so she stood up quickly:
"I'll go get a bowl and save some duck meat for Uncle Ling and Auntie."

"it is good."

……

Lu Miao wiped away her tears in the kitchen, took a deep breath to calm herself down before taking the bowl out.

After that, everyone at the table was talking, but she ate quietly in small bites without saying a word.

Ling Yuan drank some wine, and probably felt a little relaxed, and his mood was obviously better. (End of this chapter)