Xue Xiangzheng comforted Xiaowan, Kang Tong, Lei Xiaotian and Zhu Shijun, all of whom were ashen with blue faces and red eyes, and Lei Xiaotian rushed in with the most anxious nature. As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he shouted with a sad face: "Third brother, he...he's gone!"

Xue Xiang hurriedly supported Xiaowan and leaned on the sofa, stood up to welcome the three of them. Although he didn't have much pain, he could fully understand the mentality of these stubborn lords who were still GM players. The death of the superstar was like a collapse of the sky and the earth for the Republic. It was the collapse of a god in the spiritual world, far exceeding the shock brought to them by the Qin and Tang earthquake. Xue Xiang didn't know how to persuade the three of them. He was in a daze, and Xiaowan was still crying at home, and the two little guys were also depressed by the sudden sadness of the people. They sat there stupidly, staring at the TV, as if they wanted to see what happened in this electric box.

Xue Xiangzheng tried to comfort everyone, but another noise broke out in his ears, and then the door was pushed open, and a group of people rushed in. He looked up and saw that they were all acquaintances in the military sub-court compound, both young and old, men and women, about thirty or forty people, all of whom were sad and tear-stained. He knew that everyone was watching TV, and although most of them had radios at home, everyone was still willing to watch the screen and listen to the broadcast.

Seeing everyone coming, Xue Xiang hurriedly called Kang Tong and the other two to move the TV out. He knew that more people would come later. Although the main hall was large, it was not a place for mourning. Kang Tong and the other two didn't care about crying and got up and turned the TV onto the playground of the courtyard where they were screened on weekdays. Xue Xiang hugged the little guy, held Xiaoyi and Xiaowan and followed behind, and went out.

As soon as Xue Xiang left the gate, his ears were filled with various sounds, crying, shouting, and radio... The sound seemed to be close to far, clear and ethereal. It was because the sad figures, crying shouts everywhere in the courtyard, and the radios of each family were turned on; it was because the entire capital and even the entire Republic were not like this? The sounds formed by the gathering fill the world. Isn’t this feeling like this when I hear it?

When Xue Xiang walked to the playground, the TV was set up and started playing again. The family members in the courtyard seemed to have come out. No one brought a chair, and the three hundred people were black. They stood in front of the TV for more than a dozen rows, listening to the sorrow, international songs and obituaries on the TV over and over again. Xue Xiang took Sanxiao and stood in the last row. Suddenly, he called Xiaowan and Xiaoyi and took Xiaoshi home. After a while, when he returned, he had a roll of black veil and a pair of scissors in his hand. The black veil was exactly what he bought at noon. He put down Xiaoshi, cut the black veil into ribbons, tied it to each of Xiaowan and the other two, and tied it to himself, and turned around and walked towards the front row of the queue.

Xue Xiang was tall and everyone saw the black veil raised in his hand. Without waiting for everyone to ask for it, he had already cut the black veil cut into strips. In addition to grief, everyone secretly praised him for his carefulness. After he put on the black veil, he returned to the back row, still hugged Xiaoshi, and stood aside to mourn.

This mourning was at the setting sun and the setting sun shone in the evening. The little guy was extremely depressed by the resentment all over the sky, and was always being held in Xue Xiang's arms with a frown. At this moment, she couldn't hold it anymore. Her little body kept twisting in Xue Xiang's arms, and she was about to cry. Xue Xiangzi also knew that it was not good to let Xiaoyi and Xiaoshi stay in this bleak environment. He hugged Xiaoshi and greeted Kang Tong and the other two, and turned around to lead the third little boy home. Because of his black veil just now, no one thought that he was making arrows, so no one stopped him. (The courtyard is full of military families, and it is necessary to pay tribute to the grand ceremony.)

Xue Xiang opened the refrigerator, took out a large piece of beef, some tomatoes, celery, and returned to the kitchen. It was getting late and everyone was very hungry. He had no time to cook and planned to put a bowl of noodles to satisfy his hunger. In his previous life, he was alone, and cooking was the only one who cooked in the fire was the only skill of the family. He was very bored, and his cooking skills were quite good.

The coal stove was warm and the coal was newly replaced in the afternoon. At this time, the flame was low and it was not suitable for cooking. Xue Xiang opened the stove, grabbed a handful of hay, lit it, stuffed it into the stove, and added two more firewood, which immediately started to burn. The stove was built long, and two iron pots were set up one in front and one behind. He cleaned the two pots, filled the first pot with water, waited for heating, and turned to pick up the vegetables.

Xue Xiang washed the beef, tomatoes and celery, put them on the chopping board, tied the apron, rolled up his sleeves, and started cutting vegetables. He saw him pulling a knife flower, and the kitchen knife rotated rapidly over the beef piece, so fast that he couldn't see the blade clearly, but the slices of beef thin as cicada wings were produced quickly. He didn't cut it, and in order to get the speed, he picked the slices off directly. After packing the beef, the tomatoes were neatly dismembered into eight petals with one knife flower. After he removed the celery leaves, he cut them into chopped in a storm, and the celery segments with equal thickness and uniform length were announced. The cooking skills of the previous life and the skills of the present life made him feel indescribable: I am not an official, and I must be a first-class chef. Another thought, no one would have any poems in the future sighed me: Being a chef is so peerless, I have no life to be a jw!

When the water in the front pot was slightly boiling, Xue Xiang poured the vegetable oil into the back pot. After pouring the oil, he turned around and returned to the closet to take out the thick noodles of one or two kilograms, and put them all into the boiling front pot. The lid of the pot was covered. The vegetable oil in the back pot was already burning with smoke. He took the dish serving beef, carefully slipped the beef into the oil pot, and a thorn slipped, and the open flame appeared in the oil pot. He hurriedly waved the spatula and stir-fryed for a few times, put in salt, scallions, garlic, dried chili and other seasonings, then stir-fry a few times, add celery, stir-fry after a meal, pour two scoops of water, take out the lid of the front pot and cover it, take a porcelain basin to pick up the noodles that were still stiff. Wait until the water in the back pot boils, the noodles and cut tomatoes are put into the back pot, and wait for two minutes. Xue Xiang started to lower the heat.

After serving a bowl of bright and fragrant beef noodles, the little guy who was eating the biscuits stuffed the biscuits to Xiaoyi who was talking bitterly. He surrounded the basin and shook his little nose, "It smells so good, it smells so good. The eldest brother makes it more fragrant than the second sister." The little guy praised people, but didn't know how to avoid it.

"Little baby, go wash your hands and get the dishes." Xue Xiang smiled, took a towel and wiped his hands.

"Okay, get four?" the little guy asked knowingly, pointing out something.

Xiaoyi gave him a blank look, put down the cream biscuit he had just been asked for, but before he could eat a piece of it, he walked towards her with a bitter face. The little guy smiled proudly, shook his fleshy little body, and led the unlucky third brother to go.

ps: I ran naked this week, and my only wish is to continue to stay on the weekly promotion list. I beg you to vote after 12 o'clock tonight to help Jiangnan. If it is tomorrow morning, the official road will already exist on the urban weekly promotion list. Jiangnan will repay everyone in the fourth update, and establish the words as a basis!

In addition, I would like to recommend a friend's new book "Official Demon", which is an official like a demon, and is steadily rising to the sky. The beauty is like a flower, blooming all the way to Tumi. He owns an inconspicuous black notebook, and can always give seemingly incredible but actually extremely accurate decisions at the intersection of life. From then on, the life of a young civil servant has completely changed...
Chapter completed!