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The next day, Wang Dalun rode a little flying pigeon to the direction of Nancheng by a man. He passed by a vegetable market, but hesitated for a while, but got out of the car and walked in. When he came out, he was carrying a few bags, tomatoes, eggs, potatoes and two kilograms of chopped ribs.

Wang Dalun had a strong sense of direction. Based on the memory of sending Zhang Lu home last time, he turned around and found the slum located at the deepest part of the alley.

This is a very dilapidated yard, with several bungalows skewed together like irregular building blocks. Although it was Sunday, the yard was very quiet, and the clothes racks were mostly cheap and simple clothes. This is a very typical yard where workers live, because only those working in the service industry rarely have Sundays.

An old man sat on the chair on the steps of the main room, with a pot of tea and a box of operas placed on the stool next to him. The old man sat there comfortably, closing his eyes, basking in the sun, and listening to operas leisurely, putting his hands on his legs and playing beats, occasionally humming softly.

"uncle!"

The old man seemed reluctant to be disturbed. He opened his eyes with an unhappy expression, glanced at Wang Dalun quickly and said, "The houses here have been rented out, so go somewhere else to ask."

Wang Dalun has a messy hair, wears an outdated pair of glasses, and a cheap suit that is larger and larger. He is not like a worker who is drifting in Beijing.

"Uncle, I'm not here to rent a house, I'm here to find someone. Does Zhang Lu live here?"

"Look for Zhang Lu?" This time the old man looked at him carefully and asked, "Who are you? What's the matter with her?"

"Oh, I followed Zhang Lu to learn foreign languages. I passed by here today and happened to see her." Wang Dalun said with a smile.

"You also learn foreign languages?" The old man looked at him with disdain, as if he didn't believe Wang Dalun's words. Perhaps because he had a better attitude, he turned his head and whispered to a small house in the north corner, saying, "Zhang Lu lives in that room, but the person is not there."

Only then did Wang Dalun remember that once Zhang Lu once said that she had to give students some lessons on Sunday morning and morning.

"Then will she come back at noon?" Wang Dalun asked the old man again.

The old man said a little impatiently, "I don't know, there is no accurate number."

Without a accurate number, it means that he sometimes comes back, so Wang Dalun decided to wait till noon.

"Uncle, you smoke."

The old man glanced at the cigarette box in Wang Dalun's hand, the five-dollar red camellia tea. Well, it was one level higher than those poor workers. The old man stood up and took the cigarette, and Wang Dalun diligently helped him light it.

As soon as he smoked the cigarette, the old man's attitude improved, and he even asked Wang Dalun to sit on the small stool next to him. After smoking a cigarette, he rushed to Wang Dalun with two nice words.

Zhang Lu moved here three years ago, with a rent of 300 yuan per month. The old man said that she was a girl and was still in college. It was not easy and she was a person, so the rent for three years has never increased.

Just as Wang Dalun was talking to the old man about the Heat, the gate of the courtyard opened and Zhang Lu came back with a "bang".

When Zhang Lu saw Wang Dalun, she was surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I happened to pass by here and come to see you by the way." Wang Dalun hurriedly met him.

Zhang Lu glanced at the bag hanging on the bicycle handle and said, "You can pass by here by buying vegetables. Have you gone to Nanyuan to buy vegetables?"

"Well!"

Wang Dalun still planned to tell the truth, saying, "I just wanted to come and see you... Well, Liu Ling told me about your affairs yesterday..."

"Why, do you sympathize with me or pity me?" Zhang Lu interrupted him, with mockery flashing in her eyes.

Wang Dalun sighed in his heart, shook his head, and said sincerely: "It's not sympathy or pitiful. I just want to come and see you, oh, and I want to make a meal for you by the way."

Now it was Zhang Lu's turn to be surprised. She widened her eyes, pointed to the bag on the handlebar, and said in surprise: "You... are you here to cook for me?"

"I originally wanted to come and see you. When I passed by the vegetable market, I thought that you didn't have time to have a meal yesterday, so why not come and cook for you."

After saying that, Wang Dalun saw that Zhang Lu had no reaction for a long time, so he had to take the bag and hand it over, saying, "It's okay, then I'll go back first, you can keep the food."

Zhang Lu turned around, opened the door of the cottage, and said, "Since you've come, let's do it."

"Uh? Oh!" Unexpectedly, Zhang Lu actually agreed. Wang Dalun quickly parked his bicycle and followed him into the house.

The house is not big, only about ten square meters. Against the wall is a small bed, a stove in the middle, a desk by the window, a folding table for eating and a simple wardrobe. Because the house faces north and against the courtyard wall, I feel a chill when I walk in.

"My sir's stove."

"Then I'll go wash the vegetables first."

In fact, there is nothing to wash the dishes, just put the ribs in the basket and rinse them with water, peel and dice the potatoes. When Wang Dalun came back from washing the dishes, Zhang Lu had just boiled the stove, but the fire was not strong. Wang Dalun first put the ribs into the pot, mixed some water, put them in the ginger and scallion, and stewed them first. There was still some hot water in the hot pot, soaked the tomatoes, peeled and diced them, and beat the eggs. At this time, the stove was hot and the water in the pot was boiling, and he quickly lifted the lid of the pot to get the spoon to remove the foam.

Zhang Lu kept watching from the side, and saw his quick hands and feet, she couldn't help but say, "I didn't expect you to be quite good at cooking."

"That's right, I've worked in several restaurants before..." I accidentally said that I was bald and quickly explained: "I took advantage of the holiday to work and study."

Fortunately, Zhang Lu didn't care either. Seeing that he was very busy, she said, "Do you want me to help?"

"No need." Wang Dalun turned his head and looked at it, and found that there was a small rice cooker on the folding table, and said, "How about you wash the rice and stuff the rice."

After the ribs were cooked in the pot for twenty minutes, Wang Dalun took out the ribs and dried them, put the potato cubes into the soup, added some salt, and took a small bowl and put two large spoons of sugar.

"Do you want to add so much sugar?"

“It doesn’t taste enough if you put it in less.”

Wang Dalun added some soy sauce to the bowl, half a bowl of vinegar, no starch, put some flour and put it in a while, then mashed it with chopsticks to make the sauce of sweet and sour pork ribs.

He saw Zhang Lu being next to him as if he was curious about the baby, and asked with a smile: "How do you cook by yourself?"

"The following noodles are sometimes cooked two dishes, and I can cook scrambled eggs with tomatoes." Zhang Lu said.

"Then you will make this scrambled egg with tomatoes later." Wang Dalun said.

"Okay, let you try my skills too."

Zhang Lu talks a lot today, and this is the most chatting time they have in the past few months besides studying.

The potatoes in the pot were almost crispy. He tasted the salty and light, just right, put some MSG. He took the soup pot aside and put the wok on it.

"Teacher Zhang Lu, it depends on your skills now."

Zhang Lu rolled up her sleeves, tied her apron, and poured oil into the hot pot.

"If you don't have less, put more." Wang Dalun stretched his neck and looked at him and reminded.

"Put less oil, it's healthy." Even though that was said, Zhang Lu still poured more oil.

As soon as the oil temperature was hot, Wang Dalun saw Zhang Lu put the cut tomatoes into the pot and quickly stopped him: "Why don't you scramble the eggs first?"

"Hey, do you still need to stir-fry the eggs? Isn't it enough to just put them in later?" Zhang Lu said in surprise.

"Oh, hey! Auntie, it turns out that you made scrambled eggs with tomatoes, not scrambled eggs with tomatoes! OK, OK, I'll do it."

Wang Dalun said while rushing to pour the beaten eggs into the pan, and the oil was almost burning. "Wao--" The eggs quickly condensed in the pan. He quickly fryed the eggs with a spatula and put them out. Add a little oil to the pan. When the oil was heated, he also instructed Zhang Lu: "You have to fry the eggs first, then add tomatoes and stir-fry. When the sauce is about to be fried, put the fried eggs in, add some salt, add some MSG, and stir-fry. Note that the tomatoes are a little sweet, just put a little salt. Look at the stir-fry."

Zhang Lu looked at Wang Dalun's quick movements and then suddenly realized: "So that's what I did. No wonder I always thought that the scrambled eggs I made with tomatoes were different from those outside."

Listening to her idiotic words, Wang Dalun could only sweat one time. I don’t know how she got through her life alone in the past three years. She scrambled eggs with tomatoes, sprinkled with chopped green onions, washed the pot, and fryed sweet and sour pork ribs with oil.

The ribs have been cooked in advance. Just stir-fry them in the pan and add the pre-made sauce. Unfortunately, there are no cooked white sesame seeds, otherwise it will be even more fragrant if you sprinkle them on top!

Two dishes and one soup are served on the table and the meal is ready.

Zhang Lu first tasted the sweet and sour pork ribs. Well, it was sweet and sour, and it was very appetizing.

"Drink some wine?" Zhang Lu said suddenly.

"Don't you go to class in the afternoon?" Wang Dalun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhang Lu to propose drinking on his own initiative.

“No.”

"Okay, then I'll go buy wine, what you want to drink is still white."

"Need not."

Wang Dalun was about to get up, but saw Zhang Lu take out a bottle from under the bed.

“I have it here.”

It is the most common bottle of Erguotou, and there is half a bottle inside.

Seeing Wang Dalun's surprised gaze, Zhang Lu shook the bottle of wine in her hand and said, "I can't sleep sometimes at night, so drink some of this to sleep."

Zhang Lu said it very ordinary, but Wang Dalun could feel the pain deep in her heart. How many girls have to rely on alcohol paralysis to fall asleep? He felt very heartbroken. Liu Ling said that Zhang Lu was unwilling to accept help from others, and Wang Dalun understood it very much, because in her opinion, this kind of help might be pity and charity. Wang Dalun felt that he could not help her, so he could only remain silent.

Zhang Lu only has one cup for drinking water here, and the wine can only be poured into the bowl.

"Thank you for making me a meal today, I'll toast you." Zhang Lu got half a bowl of wine in each bowl, picked it up and touched everyone.

"Sure, you taught me English for so long. I should thank you."

Wang Dalun forced a smile. Although he did feel grateful to him when he came here today, the most thing he had probably wanted to be at peace.

Zhang Lu has a lot of alcohol, and she drinks more than half a bottle, while Wang Dalun drinks less. Although she didn't see much smiling face, Wang Dalun could see that she was having a happy meal, which made him very pleased.

"I'm going to go to another place to film next week. I might have to go out for a month. If you don't dislike it... you can move to my place..."

Wang Dalun said, but saw Zhang Lu's strange gaze, and then he realized that his words were indeed unreliable. The two had nothing to do with each other. How could a young girl move to a man's house easily?

He quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I have no other meaning, I just want to be closer to you, and it's easier for you to get in and out. After all... forget it, if you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say this..."

Looking at Wang Dalun's embarrassed look, Zhang Lu remembered the same rush to defend herself last time, and suddenly burst into laughter. Her smile was still as bright as last time.

"If you still want to learn English after you come back, don't forget to call me."

Seeing her making a playful gesture of making a phone call, Wang Dalun smiled happily...

"One word is certain!"

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