Transmigration: Flirted with My Childhood Sweetheart
Chapter 498 - 497: The Trivial Matter of Breaking Open Flatbreads

Chapter 498: Chapter 497: The Trivial Matter of Breaking Open Flatbreads

To Duan Hongmei, Wong Xiao and He Aimin surely did all they could. Not only did they send her to the city hospital to save her life and covered her medical expenses, but they also allowed her to rest and recover at the Educated Youth Corps, even indefinitely postponing her self-criticism and re-education sessions.

But Duan Hongmei probably didn’t see it that way.

Lin Nianhe made no comment on this. It made sense for Wong Xiao to refuse to grant her sick leave; with nearly two hundred educated youth in the commune, even if a mere ten percent were influenced by Duan Hongmei’s actions to seek a similar exit, it would be enough to run them ragged. This precedent could not be set.

Unable to return to the commune, and embarrassed to go to the Ten Miles Team after badmouthing Li Dahe, Wong Xiao simply went to the construction site to move bricks.

Lin Nianhe also took a stroll around the construction site.

The buildings were nearly complete now, with only the setting up of the factory left, which was expected to start operating next week.

When Lin Nianhe returned to the Ten Miles Team, it was already three in the afternoon. Su Yuncheng was still at the police station, and Wang Shumei and Wang Xiaoxiao had not yet returned. Wen Lan was working on the sewing machine in the house, while Wang Xue and Miao Hongqi were making Head Flowers in the front yard.

As Lin Nianhe passed by the Wen family’s sisters’ room, she unconsciously stopped to glance inside.

Their luggage had been neatly packed and sent off a while ago, resulting in the room being bare, with a layer of dust covering the heated brick bed.

Lin Nianhe silently sighed and went to the backyard to get two apples and a stack of books to find Wen Lan.

"Sister Lan, take a break and have an apple."

"You go ahead, I’ve got just a little bit left to do."

Wen Lan was absorbed in making clothes, pursing her lips seriously.

Lin Nianhe put down the books and sat on a chair, crunching on an apple.

After she had eaten most of the apple, Wen Lan finally put down her work and turned to see so many books, asking her, "What are you doing with all these books?"

"Aren’t you aiming to become a writer? I brought some books for you to read," Lin Nianhe justified, "If you can recite three hundred Tang poems, you’ll be able to recite poems even if you can’t write them."

"Ah, okay, okay!" Wen Lan’s eyes suddenly sparkled, "I thought you would try to stop me!"

"Why would I stop you? It’s a wonderful dream," Lin Nianhe pressed her chest with sincerity, pushing the books towards her, "Read more, compare more, and keep it up!"

When a dream can’t be stopped, all you can do is guide it. Hopefully, after Sister Lan reads more, she won’t spend every day pouring ink over how much scolding she has to endure.

"Hezi, you’re really kind!"

Wen Lan gave Lin Nianhe a bear hug, nearly squeezing the breath out of her.

"I’ll make mutton stewed in pita bread for you tonight," Wen Lan said with a laugh, her eyes squinting into a line as she patted Lin Nianhe’s back.

"Good, good, good, just right, I have some pickled garlic... cough, Sister Lan, stop hugging me, I’m really about to be sent off."

Wen Lan had brought back many plain flatbreads this time. Before she started the fire, she handed Lin Nianhe a flatbread and a bowl.

Lin Nianhe was confused, "There’s no mutton stew for the mutton stewed in pita bread?"

Wen Lan clicked her tongue in disdain: "You’re supposed to tear the bread into pieces!"

Lin Nianhe: "...?"

This step was not part of the mutton stewed in pita bread she had eaten in the past.

Subconsciously, Lin Nianhe thought it was Comrade Wen Lan’s poor service, but in reality, tearing the bread by oneself was the correct way to prepare mutton stewed in pita bread. It’s just that people in later generations lack the time and patience, so most restaurants skip this step.

Wen Lan thought that tearing bread was something one could do with hands and didn’t bother Lin Nianhe again after giving her the items, heading off to cook the mutton stew herself.

The mutton, brought back from Xi City yesterday, was chosen by Wen Lan as the perfect cut for her culinary display.

Half an hour later, Wang Shumei returned with Wang Xiaoxiao. Upon entering the room, she saw Lin Nianhe staring forlornly into a bowl.

Wang Shumei: "What’s wrong? Lost money?"

Lin Nianhe slowly looked up at Wang Shumei, then suddenly burst into laughter, struggling to catch her breath.

Wang Shumei: "...?"

Look at this crazy act, she must have embarrassed herself quite a bit.

Lin Nianhe slapped Wang Shumei’s thigh, laughing so hard she was about to cry.

Wang Shumei grimaced and covered her leg, pushing Lin Nianhe’s head away: "Why don’t you learn something good from Xiao Lan? Why hit me? Don’t you have your own legs!"

"Hahaha..."

Lin Nianhe didn’t care, just holding her belly and laughing non-stop.

Wang Shumei was so tickled by her laughter that she turned around and asked Wen Lan: "Xiao Lan, what’s wrong with Nianhe after all?"

"I don’t know, she was fine just a moment ago." Wen Lan came in with a large iron spoon, seeing Lin Nianhe like that, she was also puzzled, "What’s wrong with you?"

Lin Nianhe finally caught her breath, pointing at Wang Shumei and said: "Hahaha... I just suddenly thought... hahaha Shumei you still have to tear Mo for Xiaoxiao!"

Wen Lan: "..."

Wang Shumei: "...?"

Wang Xiaoxiao: "Um... what does that mean?"

Lin Nianhe rubbed the corner of her eye, looking at her own pancake that was torn only a little bit and her slightly red fingertips, and said: "You’ll find out soon!"

Wang Shumei indeed quickly realized why Lin Nianhe suddenly went crazy.

The bread used for Yang Rou Pao Mo is made from unleavened dough, which is particularly solid. This kind of pancake can last many days, but is very hard, and extremely difficult to tear into small pieces by hand.

After trying to tear the bread for a while, Wang Shumei became impatient, gritted her teeth and threw it into the bowl, saying, "Let’s just dip it in the soup and eat it! It’s not like we don’t have teeth and can’t chew!"

Lin Nianhe: "Hahahahaha..."

"I’ll tear your teeth out if you grimace again!"

Lin Nianhe covered her mouth: "Hehehehehe..."

"..."

While Wen Lan was tending the soup, she also brought her own bread and bowl in, seeing the state of their bowls, Sister Lan was confused: "What are you two dilly-dallying for? Hurry up, it’s almost ready."

Lin Nianhe: "I think I’ll be full with just half a pancake."

Wang Shumei: "I think it’s not too bad to eat it directly like this."

Wen Lan rolled her eyes: "Tch, too lazy to enjoy Yang Rou Pao Mo, there’s really no place for you two in this world."

As a native of Shaanxi Province, Sister Lan insisted on properly preparing her own Yang Rou Pao Mo. She quickly tore her bread apart and did the same for the other three.

Seeing how effortlessly Sister Lan tore the bread, Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei felt as if their own bread had been unfair to them.

After Wen Lan finished tearing the bread and the mutton was well stewed, she picked up the large iron spoon, looked at the three people standing in a row with their bowls by the stove, couldn’t help but roll her eyes, and muttered: "Silly girls."

With food to eat, they let her say whatever she wanted, nobody talked back.

The hot mutton soup and thick slices of mutton were served in bowls, the aroma instantly spread.

The four girls sat around the table, shoveling food into their mouths and sweating profusely.

"Ah, the effort is truly worth it." Lin Nianhe sighed in content, "The Mo torn by... Sister Lan is really tasty!"

Wang Shumei quickly agreed: "Right, right, Xiao Lan’s cooking skills are really good."

Wen Lan: "Your compliments are useless on me."

Wang Xiaoxiao lifted her head, placing the pickled garlic Wang Shumei had peeled for her into Wen Lan’s bowl: "Sister Xiao Lan, this is for you."

Wen Lan: "From now on, I’ll cook only for Xiaoxiao!"

Lin Nianhe and Wang Shumei looked up.

The next second, Wen Lan’s bowl was occupied by pickled garlic.