Zhen Zhen continued to concentrate on sharpening the knife, and the habit she developed for many years. Whenever she was upset, sharpening the knife would calm her heart.

I was confused because the three shameless and cheap relatives just now, such as those who were strong on the outside and fucked on the inside, and were not taken seriously by her.

When she encountered a big event, she actually traveled through more than half a century, from Peking City in the late 1930s to Fengtian City in the 1995. Her name has not been changed, and her appearance is similar. She is both twenty-one years old and can even take on her cooking status. The girl Shaodong, the largest restaurant in Shijiu City, became a technical school student who studied cooking not long after graduation.

For her, the geographical distance between inside and outside the pass was not an obstacle, but the distance between time was too difficult to overcome. When she opened her eyes and closed her eyes, the world she was familiar with had already turned upside down.

Recalling the past, Zhen Zhen looked sad and looked up at the north window. Two kilometers northwest was the place where the Huanggutun incident occurred. It is said that a carriage that was blown up that year is still retained.

The Japanese bombed Zhang Dashen to death, kicking off the turbulent 1930s. First, it was September 18th, and then the Lugou Bridge Incident, the Japanese army entered Beiping City.

The misfortune of the Zhen family began since then. Her father was unable to leave her hometown. She refused the suggestion of her senior brother and her master moving south and stayed at Zhimeizhai alone. The military police took a fancy to Zhimeizhai's position and wanted to take advantage of it. Her father would rather die than follow him. In the dispute, she died under the gun of the military police. In order to avenge her father, she planned for half a year, tied up her thunder and died together with the enemy and Zhimeizhai.

A great revenge is avenged, and she will die without regrets. Unexpectedly, she can live again on another person who can't die again.

From the remaining erythema on the skin and the memories in my mind, Zhen Zhen guessed that the original owner of this body left because of heart failure caused by acute urticaria. I remember that Hu Sanye of Mianhua Hutong, an old diner in Meizhai, also suddenly disappeared due to similar symptoms.

The original owner contracted acute urticaria probably was related to extreme mental grief. There was an allusion of cuckoo crying blood in ancient times. She also had the experience of losing a loved one. She couldn't think about it, and it hurts the heart when she thought about it.

The rhythmic sound of sharpening the knife gradually calmed down Zhen Zhen's mood and slowly accepted the fact of time travel. As the only daughter in her previous life, she was cultivated by her enlightened father as her heir. Her character and perseverance are not inferior to that of a man. Since she can live again, she should live well in the present. In this new era without invasion and humiliation, she will live well in the original owner, the original owner's parents, as well as her father and her early mother.

The door of the inner room creaked open, and a little boy wearing a yellow-bottomed monkey-patterned autumn clothes and pants walked out from behind the door. He had curly hair, white skin like snow, dark eyebrows and eyes, and his hair color and eyes were a little light. He looked like a mixed-race child of foreign ancestry.

The children's background is indeed a bit complicated. In the 1980s, some people with a keen sense of business smelled the business opportunities brought by the relaxation of Soviet policies. They went to the Soviet Union and now they asked Russia to refute goods. Many of them did make a fortune. The Zhen family's sister was jealous of money and refused to listen to her brother's dissuasion. She quit her job in the factory and learned to be an international tyrant.

There was no news for several years, which made his brother think that something happened to her. He asked people to inquire everywhere. After finally waiting for the person back, he didn't bring much money back, so he brought back a baby. According to herself, she was living with a Russian Chinese. The sister-in-law of the Zhen family threw the child in front of her brother and sister-in-law, turned around and ran away with a rich southerner, and lost news for him. The child had to register for the household registration, otherwise he would become a black household. Zhen's father had no choice but to use his relationship to complete the adoption procedures and raise the child in his own name.

These are all bad relatives.

The only thing that makes Zhen Zhen glad is that Zhen’s father and Zhen’s mother are not as siblings as those born in the 1940s and 1950s. The old people on both sides went early, and Zhen’s father only had one sister and one sister. The eldest aunt and his family came to the door this morning had already seen each other. Needless to mention the younger sister, Zhen’s mother had an uncle and an aunt. The third-line construction went to Shanghai and Chongqing to support it. She settled her home in the local area and never returned to the Northeast.

So, now only Zhen Zhen and his younger brother are left to rely on each other in this huge provincial capital.

The child felt heavy, and the movement in the living room just now did not wake him up. His little face was rosy and he timidly shouted "Sister."

Zhen Zhen quickly packed up the things on the chair, washed his hands and walked forward to pick up the little boy, "Treasure House is awake, do you want to pee?"

The child took his uncle's surname and his big name was Zhen Jue, and his nickname was Baoku. He might think that Zhen Bao was not arrogant enough, so he was called Zhen Baoku. If the treasure was not calculated by the item, we have a treasure in the warehouse. This domineering nickname made Zhen Zhen laugh every time he called it.

The treasure house is not very familiar with the sister who has been studying in a technical school in another province and is intern in a restaurant arranged by the school after graduation. She blinked her big hairy eyes and looked at Zhen Zhen again and again before she tentatively stretched out her little hand, wrapped around her sister's neck, buried her little face in the cubit of her neck, and raised her head again, not answering whether to pee, but asked the question she had asked last night before going to bed, "Where are uncles and aunts? Do you want the treasure house?" The child's tits were filled with a trembling fear of being abandoned.

The soft little body in his arms made Zhen Zhen's heart softer and softer. He brought the treasure house to the window. On the windowsill was a pot of white chrysanthemums given by his father's former colleagues when he came to pay his respects. He pointed to a small bud that had just been buddled and said to the treasure house, "This bud is like our little treasure house," and pointed to a bud that was about to bloom, "This is my sister."

Touching the remaining two flowers that had already bloomed and withered, Zhen Zhen's tone was gentle, "These two flowers are your uncle and aunt. People are like flowers. They grow and bloom from small buds, and then slowly turn yellow and fall. The petals become nutrients in the flower pot. With nutrients, we small flowers can bloom better. We small flowers should eat more and be happy, because the big flowers that have become nutrients are by our side. We are watching us, and we must all be fine."

Even if a child cannot understand the meaning of death, adults cannot let the child avoid death blindly. She uses flowers as a comparison to let the treasure house slowly accept the fact that his relatives are absent.

The child is still young, and I don’t know if he can understand this. Zhen Zhen has no experience in raising children and is not sure.

Obviously, the treasure house has an extraordinary understanding ability. He shook his head and pointed his little hand at the big tree at the entrance of the alley. "Uncle is not a flower, but my uncle and aunt are big poplars. They will protect the treasure house forever." After saying that, he did not forget the two withered white chrysanthemums. The fat hand touched the yellowed petals with care. The childish voice was soft and soft, "The treasure house must be good, and my sister can be good too."

Zhen Zhen’s eyes are soft, and the child who is just over three years old is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

The fear was relieved, and the treasure house patted his stomach, "Sister, have a meal."

Zhen Zhen was about to carry her younger brother back to the bedroom to dress, but through the window on the second floor, she saw three women walking side by side downstairs. They were her current neighbors. The white and fat on the left, she called Aunt Park, a Korean. The cold noodles of the Park family opposite the Zhen family were opened by Aunt Park and his wife. The temperament in the middle was simple. They sold North Korean dishes next to the Park family. The children all called her Aunt Zhao, and the tall and bright on the right, and opened a small shop selling Korean ginseng next to the Zhen family. Her surname was Zhong, and she usually called her Sister Xiaoyan.

The three of them have different looks and temperaments, but their clothes are exactly the same. They are a popular style on the streets of the provincial capital that has been popular for almost two seasons, and a trend led by the clothing wholesale market. They have bat shirts on the upper body and leopard-print body trousers on the lower body.

Somehow, Zhen Zhen immediately thought of a rare animal, the Amur leopard.

There was a knock on the door downstairs, and the Amur leopards came home.

Zhen Zhen wrapped the treasure house in a thick coat, hugged her brother downstairs and opened the door. Park Aishun, who was standing in front, took the treasure house with her. The treasure house was also close to her, and obediently nestled in her arms, squinted her eyes as comfortable as a kitten.

Park Aishun spoke quickly, "I opened the shop early in the morning and saw your aunt's family going upstairs. My eyelids started to rush. I was worried that I would call you Aunt Zhao and Sister Xiaoyan to come and see. When I was doing your parents' funeral, they only came out to order Mao, but there was no one. After all, they came out to find a sense of existence. They must be unhappy. I used to hear your mother's muttering, saying that Li Lianfa and Zhen Yuhong were just hob meat. Whoever had such a relative was unlucky, why did they sit for a while and leave? It's not difficult for you? Those three are so big, you can't beat them. Don't quarrel with them first. You Uncle Park carried three hundred kilograms of cold noodles and played with Li Lianfa's side dishes." She had a loud voice, spoke like a bean, but the concern in her tone was real.

Zhen Zhen smiled, "Aunt Park, the hard work of the hob is that I didn't encounter a quick knife. I have a knife in my hand, so I'm not afraid."

Park Aishan, who was originally worried that Zhen Zhen would be bullied, was really relieved to see her reaction.

Zhong Xiaoyan, who was standing behind Park Aishun, looked at Zhen Zhen up and down, and felt puzzled. She had only not seen her for one night. The girl seemed a little different. She was not as listless as she had been a few days ago. She was angry and had a faint sense of power on her body, both confident and calm. This child used to stay at home for a short time, so they didn't know much about it. Now, when she saw this, she was a person who could take care of the matter.

A compliment was revealed in his eyes, "That's right. Who said that girls can't establish a family? No matter what relatives or relatives are, if you dare to bully them, you must not be polite. If you have time, Sister Xiaoyan will teach you a few tricks to deal with men, it will be easy to use..."

Seeing her say anything, she would go down three ways. Zhao Hua, who was holding the casserole, quickly stopped her words. She carefully saw the red dot on Zhen Zhen's arm and said carelessly, "Zhen Zhen, are you allergic? Or are you? Should you go to the small clinic opposite and take some allergic medicine?"

Zhen Zhen touched her arm and smiled slightly, "I had an acute rash last night. I got up urgently and faded quickly. I was already cured when I woke up in the morning. I don't have to go to the clinic."

"You child, why don't you tell us when you are sick? Acute rash is dangerous." When the three women heard the emergency, they repeatedly confirmed that they saw that Zhen Zhen's health was indeed fine, so they no longer insisted on letting her go to the hospital for a follow-up examination.

Zhao Hua handed the casserole in his hand to Zhen Zhen and said kindly, "The three of us sisters have put together some ingredients, cooked ginseng chicken soup, and replenished your siblings. Children are sad and sad, and they will pass. Your two aunts can't count on you. Your aunt and your uncle are far away. Just think we are your real relatives. We should first raise our health. When we are energetic, we will work together to make a living together. We can't let urine die of suffocation."

"I can't ask for this soup. If you want to drink it, let's drink it together." Zhen Zhen hurriedly refused. These three were the Pu Family Leng Noodle Restaurant, because they were old stores, and their business was good and their families were also good. The other two, Sister Xiaoyan and Aunt Zhao each had their own difficulties, so she couldn't afford this chicken soup.

The three women didn't listen to her at all. They stuffed the casserole wrapped in thick cloth into Zhen Zhen's arms. They put the treasure house on the ground and said they wanted to go home to open a store. They turned around and ran out of the speed of the leopard.

Zhen Zhen couldn't chase after him anymore, so she sighed and took the treasure house upstairs, put the casserole on the coffee table. Once she opened the lid, the scent of chicken soup spread in the small living room. The treasure house sniffed hard and touched her belly. Although she was a little greedy, she could still stand it. She sat down and waited for her sister to serve the soup.

The descendant of Zhen Zhen’s Imperial Chef family, it is clear whether the soup is authentic or not. The pot of ginseng and chicken soup in front of me is deeply inherited and can get a full mark. It should be Aunt Park’s craftsmanship.

It’s also interesting. I don’t know what fate has it, the traditional Cantonese dish of ginseng chicken soup, passed to the peninsula in the east, and became a palace dish. As long as the family background allows, the first dish I learned in my life is to make ginseng chicken soup.

The chicken was chosen for six weeks. The woman was careful and considered that the siblings were young and could not be treated with deficiency. She only added a gentle ginseng into the soup. The other ingredients in the chicken belly were sufficient, including glutinous rice, chestnuts, ginkgo, dates, and wolfberry. Sauce it on the heat for 40 minutes, skim off the floating oil, the chicken meat is tender, the chicken soup is sweet, and the ingredients are soft and soft, which is most suitable for warming the body in autumn and winter.

I helped the treasure house tore the chicken legs thin, for fear that the children would not be able to digest them, so I served a bowl of chicken soup with less glutinous rice and lots of chestnuts. The little guy whined and ate it very fragrantly.
Chapter completed!