I became popular in the 1970s by disguising myself as a man

Chapter 36 Dead Daoist Friends, Immortal Poor Daoists
When they arrived at the train station, it was still half an hour before the train arrived. As soon as the tractor stood firm, Tian Bowen jumped directly with his hands.

Tian Bowen didn't have any luggage or anything, just a handbag, which was extremely light.

It’s not that Zhong Zhiran couldn’t bring him anything back, the main reason was that there was nothing he could take. He wanted to get him some sausages, but he didn’t want them. As for the things in Zhong Zhiran’s space… well, Zhong Zhiran admitted that he was picky, and he loved it. So what?

She admits that she covets Tian Bowen's "beauty", but so far she hasn't even held hands with him. She can't bear to give away things. If the conditions are equal, it's called happy cooperation. If the conditions are not equal, it's a bad match. She's too smart. Yes, but long-term love brain is not necessary.

Zhong Zhiran’s life motto: If you don’t see the rabbit, don’t let the eagle fly, and you can’t do business at a loss.

"I'm leaving. I've left my address with you. If you have anything to do, call me. If you have nothing to do, you can also write to me. I'll see you again when I have time."

"Okay, good wind."

Zhong Zhiran blinked, but you turned around and left. Wouldn't it be a little bad if you left first?
"Comrade Tian, ​​please walk slowly. We are not here to accompany you anymore. The brigade is still in a hurry to deliver food, so we will leave first."

After Zhang Yougen finished speaking, he climbed back on the wings of the tractor and patted the driver's seat.

"Zhi Ran, get in the car and let's go back."

Zhong Zhiran nodded. Although the village chief's eyes were a bit puffy, he knew how to resolve embarrassment.

"Wait a moment."

Zhong Zhiran's hand that rocked the cart stopped for a moment. This sound was comparable to the cry of "keep the knife under the knife" in the ancient market execution ground. If Zhong Zhiran shouted for a while, the heads of people in the market would fall to the ground, and his arm would be dislocated...

Tian Bowen stuffed a pen into Zhong Zhiran's hand. Zhong Zhiran looked at the pen in his hand and looked up to see Tian Bowen's face... uh, shy?looking at himself.

Zhong Zhiran didn't understand why he was just giving away pens. What was he going to do with this look?

"Remember to write to me."

Zhong Zhiran nodded. Tian Bowen had already given him a pen. Shouldn't he give something back? This could be regarded as laying the foundation for the development of a sustainable long-term relationship in the future!

With this thought in mind, he found a pair of wrist guards and a pair of knee pads from the space and handed them to Tian Bowen.

Zhong Zhiran is really not picky this time. Mainly because he doesn't have a bag on him. Wouldn't it be scary to take out more things?

"The small pair is worn on the wrists, and the larger pair is worn on the knees. They can not only protect the wrists and knees, but also keep them warm."

Tian Bowen looked at the black wristbands and kneepads in his hands, breathing heavily. He inexplicably remembered the corset and gleaming white shoulders that Zhong Zhiran showed after he went into the water to save someone.

Instantly, his nose felt hot. Tian Bowen didn't even dare to raise his head and turned around to leave.

Tian Bowen: I gave her a pen, and she also gave me wristbands and kneepads. So, do we count as dating from the beginning?
Zhong Zhiran: Damn, that’s too sloppy. It seems like she’s not very satisfied with what she sent. If she’s not satisfied, she’ll say no. She can guarantee a return or exchange until she’s satisfied. Or if she’s really not satisfied, can she return the item...

The two of them were not on the same page at all. Tian Bowen was in high spirits, thinking about what to mail to Zhong Zhiran when he went back, and whether he could come to the Struggle Brigade to celebrate the New Year with Zhong Zhiran during the Chinese New Year..., and then silently wiped away the tears that had flowed down his face. nosebleed.

Zhong Zhiran: I feel bad!A pair of wrist guards and a pair of knee pads were put on for nothing, and I felt so distressed that I didn't want them.

………………

Because of this tractor, the food for the struggle brigade was delivered in one day. However, because they finally came back too late, the food for the villagers would not be distributed until the next day.It was almost five o'clock when Zhong Zhiran came back after delivering food for the last time. He only went home after sending his car to the brigade headquarters.

"I'm back, wash your hands and eat quickly."

As soon as Zhong Zhiran entered the door, he saw several people busy in the main room. Feng Fang was obviously the one cooking.

With the food on the table, it was obvious that what Feng Fang said before was indeed very practical. She knew how to cook.But it's just knowing how to eat it... maybe it can be eaten.

"Haha~, the food I cook is definitely not as delicious as yours, so you'll just have to make do with it."

The expressions of Mengyun, Liu Yuzhou, Jiang Heng, Tian Zeyu and Zhou Xingyu were also indescribable, but what could they say?Crows should not laugh at pigs for their blackness. They are all half-weight, so don't despise anyone.

Zhong Zhiran took a deep breath. This newly built house was so lucky that he didn't get burned.Then she had a headache. She felt like she had five more babies waiting to be fed. She wouldn't have to be a cook for these five people all the time. She suddenly missed Tian Bowen. Regardless of male or female, he actually knew how to cook. No, it’s about cooking delicious food!Is it really a plus point? How about she try to win over Tian Bowen?

"Ahem, how about we sit down and eat first?"

Zhou Xingyu glanced at the food on the table, then looked at Feng Fang who seemed to have made a mistake, and spoke resolutely.

Although everyone was sitting down, but looking at the fried cabbage slices and a pot of green soup with unknown ingredients, Zhong Zhiran picked up the two-faced pancake that could kill people, Zhong Zhiran still felt Killing zombies is easier.

"Everyone stop watching, let's eat."

Zhong Zhiran just wanted to praise Zhou Xingyu as a brave man. What a good friendship it takes to be so fearless. Besides, how strong a stomach does it take to bear this?

But Zhong Zhiran felt that after all, a dead Taoist friend is not a poor Taoist, so he silently patted the two-fold noodle pancake in his hand into Zhou Xingyu's hand, and then silently served a bowl of soup to Zhou Xingyu, with eyes full of 'Warrior, you can do it. superior! '

"Well, it's quite delicious..."

Zhong Zhiran: See if I believe your nonsense!
"We've all eaten! Just in time, I packed some sticky mice and brought them to you. I don't think I've ever tasted this before. Let's have a try to see if it tastes good."

Zhong Zhiran only felt that Li Cuihong's voice was like the sound of nature. As soon as he stood up, before he could meet her, Li Cuihong walked to the table.

After casually looking at the table, the corner of his mouth twitched...

It is really difficult for these children to go to the countryside. Look at what they have to eat!
In fact, if it weren't for Feng Fang's operation, Zhong Zhiran would be quite resistant to the so-called sticky mice. She didn't like the taste of perilla leaves, and with the name 'sticky mice', Zhong Zhiran couldn't accept it either.

But the lesser of two evils!

"My aunt still loves me. She always thinks about our bite when cooking delicious food."

Zhong Zhiran said as she grabbed one and took a bite. But what she didn't expect was that the 'sticky mouse' she didn't like was so delicious.

Compared to Zhong Zhiran, Feng Fang and Liu Yuzhou have never eaten this food. The other three have been with the Struggle Brigade for several years. An Lingyu also learned how to make it twice from the locals, and they all liked it very much.

A group of people, including Feng Fang, all divided up a large plate of 'sticky mice' like a whirlwind. Only Zhou Xingyu was holding a two-faced pancake that was as messy as a stone in the wind.

(End of this chapter)