A Young Woman's Heart

Of course, it's possible to make a mistake occasionally, and there might even be situations where you don't realize you've made a mistake.

"Is this face cream mine?" Mo Xueyao picked up the bottle of 'Ya Shuang' and asked uncertainly.

"Open it and take a look." Li Wanyan couldn't tell just by looking at the exterior.

However, once opened, it becomes quite obvious whose it is.

The face cream inside was smeared in patches, making it obvious that it belonged to Mo Xueyao.

Because if Li Wanyan used it, the face cream would definitely be reduced very evenly, not in this messy state.

"What about this dress?" Mo Xueyao picked up another pure black dress. "Is it mine?"

"It's yours."

How did you determine that?

"I didn't bring my black one with me."

"Oh..." Mo Xueyao scratched her head, "We should have used a ballpoint pen to make a mark on the label at the back, so that this kind of problem doesn't keep happening..."

"Hmm, sure." Li Wanyan pursed her lips. "It's okay to mix and match them occasionally, right?"

"I'm fine with it, I'm just worried you might mind."

Li Wanyan was stunned for a moment, and seemed to suddenly become a little unhappy: "Does Yaoyao think I'm petty?"

"No, no? Ah... that's not what I meant. I just mean... uh... how should I put it... using other people's things might..." Mo Xueyao explained incoherently.

"I do not mind."

"Oh... so should we still tidy it up?" Mo Xueyao asked with a dry laugh.

"Just fold them all together and put them in the closet." Since Li Wanyan had already said that, Mo Xueyao felt embarrassed to continue dividing the belongings of the clothes.

Perhaps Li Wanyan prefers this feeling of being inseparable?

Everyone set off in the morning and came back, but it's already afternoon now.

Mo Xueyao hadn't eaten anything except breakfast, and her stomach just started growling.

"Hungry?" Li Wanyan glanced at her sideways.

"kind of……"

"I'll go cook."

"Is there anything to eat at home?"

"Let me see," Li Wanyan said, walking to the refrigerator in the living room.

Mo Xueyao's parents didn't know the two were coming back today, so they didn't prepare any food in the refrigerator. In addition, they usually ate their meals at the fruit shop, so the refrigerator was even emptier, with almost nothing to eat.

There were only a few chili peppers in the fresh food compartment that wouldn't spoil easily, while the freezer compartment below contained a piece of cured meat that was frozen solid.

"Stir-fried cured pork with chili peppers," Li Wanyan asked, turning her head.

"Okay." Mo Xueyao stuffed all the clothes into the closet, then arranged the daily necessities on the table on both sides, and ran to the refrigerator with a 'thump thump thump' on the floor. "Ah... it seems we can only make this one dish."

"Yaoyao, come and help."

"okay."

Mo Xueyao was already used to assisting Li Wanyan. The two of them worked together quite well and now they didn't need to communicate much; a single glance was enough for them to know what to do.

Li Wanyan struggled to cut a piece of meat with a large cleaver, but judging from her expression, cutting wood would probably be easier.

Mo Xueyao poured all the chili peppers into the pool, washing them clean and removing the seeds.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be a local chili pepper from Hangzhou, the kind grown by farmers themselves, not a wholesale product bought from the market.

Although Hangzhou cuisine is mainly sweet, the locally produced chilies are still quite spicy. If you don't remove the seeds, one chili pepper is probably enough to eat half a bowl of rice.

It's not because the chili peppers are so delicious, but because you have to eat half a bowl to reduce the spiciness...

Just drinking water probably won't do much good.

After removing the seeds, Mo Xueyao carefully and meticulously rinsed the inside several times, making the chili pepper resemble a green pepper. However, what made it better than a green pepper was that it had a slightly spicy flavor, which was just right.

In any case, spiciness should only be used for seasoning, not to mask other flavors.

If the spiciness is too strong, then it's not about tasting delicious food, but simply torturing your tongue.

Li Wanyan finally cut off a fist-sized piece of cured meat. There was still a lot left, so she naturally packed it back into the freezer.

A piece the size of a fist is actually quite a lot. If there wasn't only one dish available today, Li Wanyan, who is usually frugal, probably wouldn't have cut so much meat.

The cut meat can finally be rinsed with water, but to make it easier to cut, it needs to sit for a while longer.

"Shall we make the soup first?" Mo Xueyao took out a packet of seaweed from the top of the cupboard.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan then took out a tomato that she had somehow found in some hidden corner and a small packet of dried shrimp.

In winter, I make the last soup, while in summer, I make the first.

Because if the soup is too hot, you can't drink it at all. And in summer, the soup tastes better when it's warm.

This is a bowl of seaweed and tomato soup. To make the tomatoes more flavorful, Li Wanyan chopped them very finely and simmered them in water for about ten minutes until the tomatoes were almost cooked through. Then she added the seaweed and dried shrimp and served it in a bowl.

By this time, the cured pork was easier to cut. Li Wanyan finely sliced ​​it into strips, mixed it with chili peppers, and stir-fried it in a wok over high heat.

This is much faster than making soup. The dish of stir-fried cured pork with chili peppers was ready in just a few minutes. The rich aroma made Mo Xueyao wipe the corner of her mouth—even though no saliva was actually coming out.

For the past ten days, I've been eating all sorts of rich and fatty foods every day. But when I got home, I found myself tasting much simpler and more rustic dishes.

"People are just like that," Mo Xueyao couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong."

"I get tired of eating too much rich and heavy food lately, and I find that simple, home-style stir-fries are much tastier."

"That's why some rich people like to eat simple meals."

"Now that you mention it, I do remember... Doesn't Teacher Zuo Ziya prefer simple meals? It must be because she's always attending banquets or being treated to meals, eating delicacies all the time, so when she's home alone, she prefers lighter fare." Mo Xueyao snapped her fingers silently. "Ah, does this mean she's not very good at digesting food? Her ability to cut through rich flavors has decreased, which is why she doesn't like those heavy, meaty dishes?"

"Perhaps." Li Wanyan picked up the still-hot soup bowl. "Let's put the dishes on the table first."

"Great!" Mo Xueyao couldn't wait to pick up the plate of stir-fried pork with chili peppers, and couldn't resist picking up a piece of meat with her hand and throwing it into her mouth. "Mmm, delicious!"

"You touched the food without washing your hands." Li Wanyan gave her a helpless look.

“What do you mean I didn’t wash it? I washed it while I was washing the chili peppers!” she immediately retorted loudly.

Cured pork and chili peppers are actually considered poor people's dishes.

This dish is so good with rice that you can eat several bowls of rice with just a little bit.

For the poor, having enough to eat is the most important thing.

However, in reality, being able to afford cured meat meant that one wasn't particularly poor.

Those who are extremely poor probably can only eat chili peppers raw.

"What are your plans for tomorrow?" Li Wanyan would occasionally ask such questions during meals, which always sounded like something Mo Xueyao's mother would ask.

"Eh—plan... to sleep for a day?" Although the chili seeds had been removed, there was still a slight spiciness. Mo Xueyao was sweating profusely, looking like she was in a sauna.

The fan next to me was blowing loudly, but it mostly brought hot air.

"Teacher Ye Wen told me that I should go to school next week to pick up the new semester's textbooks and summer homework for other subjects."

"Huh???" Mo Xueyao looked up, looking unwilling. "No way, there's still summer homework? I finally finished it!"

"Yes, other subjects, including those I did summer homework on before, might also be included."

"Oh my god—hiccup!" Mo Xueyao hiccuped midway through, sounding like she was saying 'Oh my god'. Before Li Wanyan could react, she laughed first, "Pfft, that hiccup was... ah... hiccup."

"Are you full?"

"No, no, but I don't know why, I just keep hiccuping..."

"You drank too much water."

……

Chapter 59 Yu Shu, somewhat dazed

"Hey, are all the popsicles gone?" Mo Xueyao opened the freezer drawer and looked inside. "There aren't any left... What kind of ice is in this ice cube tray? Is it purified water?"

Ice cube trays are the plastic molds that come with your refrigerator. You pour liquid into them, put them in the refrigerator, and wait for most of the day to harvest a bunch of ice cubes.

For the poor, this is a summer delicacy.

Even if you don't have the money to buy drinks to freeze into ice cubes, you can just put some sugar water in them. It's still much cheaper than buying popsicles.

"Thump thump!" Mo Xueyao held the mold and tapped it hard on the table. A piece of ice slid out. Although there was a little dust on the table, it was no big deal. She picked it up and put it in her mouth.

"Hmm... It has no taste, it's just plain boiled water?" She threw the mold back into the refrigerator in great disappointment, crunching the ice cube in her mouth.

"Maybe my godmother saved it to soak other things." Li Wanyan was changing TV channels. During summer vacation, all kinds of good TV series and cartoons were being replayed, but it seemed that none of them were the kind she liked to watch. In the end, she stopped at the channel that was playing 'Animal World'.

"Then I'll go downstairs and buy some popsicles."

"Do you have enough money?"

"Don't worry, don't worry~ I didn't spend much, and I still have plenty of scholarship money left!" Mo Xueyao patted her chest vigorously. "Can't I just buy the cheapest one?"

"Okay, go ahead." Li Wanyan clearly had no intention of going down with her.

She really didn't want to go out after getting home.

Many people probably feel this way.

"Okay, I'm going downstairs." When Mo Xueyao faced Li Wanyan, it was like facing her mother. She had to report everything to her. It wasn't out of fear or dread, but simply because she had been influenced by Li Wanyan's temperament for so long and had simply gotten used to it.

Mo Xueyao's apartment building is located in a corner of the community. There is a small door there. By going through the small door, you can reach the small supermarket on the other side.

The problem is that this small door is locked all year round, so many unused bicycles are parked here. These things are covered in dust and their frames are somewhat deformed. I doubt even bicycle thieves would be interested in them.

If you want to get out, you have to take a long detour through the main entrance, and then walk the same route again to reach the entrance of the small supermarket.

It's such a waste of time.