32第十四章 暗潮3（1/2）

( ) 跟-我-读WEN文-XUE学-LOU楼 记住哦！ 因为心里挂着事<></span>叶曼青睡得很是克制<></span>没有一下子就睡死<></span>天刚蒙蒙亮<></span>她就自动醒过来<></span>简直比闹钟还管用<></span>这几天为了能在街道旁占到摊位<></span>她都得早早地起来准备早餐<></span>尤其<></span>她的厨艺还那么惨不忍睹……

叶曼青轻手轻脚地推门出去<></span>冰凉的井水让她清醒不少<></span>正胡乱抹着脸上的水珠时<></span>茅屋的木门忽然轻响一声<></span>她眯眼瞧去<></span>只见离境斜斜拢着衣襟半倚在门板上<></span>

<></span>今日换点口味吧<></span><></span>离境眼睛要睁不睁地开口道<></span><></span>天热气闷<></span>煮点酸梅汤消消暑<></span><></span>说完<></span>便转身进屋去了<></span>

叶曼青腹诽着走进厨房<></span>这大清早的<></span>她到哪里去给他找梅子做什么酸梅汤<></span>真当她是田螺姑娘呢<></span><></span>念头刚转<></span>就见简陋的灶台上放一个略带着湿气的粗布包<></span>她疑惑地打开布包<></span>原来里头装着半袋乌梅干<></span>他那里弄来的<></span>就这么个小破院<></span>她翻遍了也没找出什么稀罕物来<></span>难不成是他半夜偷来的<></span>

晃晃脑袋<></span>她抓了一把梅干正要清洗<></span>屋内忽然飘来一句话：<></span>全都洗了<></span>煮上两大桶<></span><></span>

两大桶<></span>喂猪呢<></span><></span>

想是这么想<></span>她还是乖乖地把乌梅全部倒出洗净<></span>涝干水放进锅里<></span>加足水盖紧<></span>这些做完后<></span>她蹲下身<></span>用火钳从灶膛里掏出一小堆带着火星的柴灰<></span>就着干燥的树叶吹了几下起了火<></span>一点点地把树枝加入<></span>这才把灶火升起来<></span>就这么一串活<></span>都把她弄得满头大汗烟灰扑面的<></span>相比第一天的狼狈<></span>现在这番活计她做得还算有模有样<></span>至少不会把整捆柴火都点燃差点烧了整个厨房<></span>还被离境以<></span>叶姑娘真是巾帼英雄连同归于尽的计谋都用上了<></span>的话语狠狠嘲笑了一番<></span>

后面的事就是烧火<></span>叶曼青边把木柴塞进灶膛里<></span>边把树枝打成尺长的结放在边上备用<></span>头却一点一点地开始打瞌睡<></span>

<></span>水烧干了<></span><></span>

轻飘飘的几个字落入叶曼青耳中<></span>好半晌她才反应过来<></span>惊跳起来掀开锅盖一瞧<></span>登时松了一口气<></span>只见锅中还有一大半的水在<></span>咕咚咕咚<></span>地冒着泡<></span>她正要放下锅盖<></span>边上忽然伸来一只手拨开她<></span>另一只同样纤瘦的手臂拎起地上放着的半桶水<></span>在灶台上一磕<></span>竟把水通通倒进锅里<></span>

<></span>你——<></span>眼见就要煮好的酸梅汤就这么泡汤了<></span>叶曼青怒气上涌<></span>要不是顾念着小命要紧<></span>早就破口大骂了<></span>

离境放下桶<></span>惬意地伸个懒腰<></span>语气一转：<></span>咦<></span>还站着做什么<></span>烧火呀<></span><></span>

叶曼青瞪了他几秒<></span>暗地深吸一口气<></span>才平复下心情<></span>重又坐到灶前烧火<></span>离境满意一笑<></span>从袖中摸出一个小布包<></span>一层层小心地打开<></span>叶曼青瞟了一眼<></span>只见一团拳头大的暗红色的东西包在里头<></span>这一打开<></span>连空气中都飘了点甜腻的气息<></span>离境挽袖执勺<></span>把那东西挖了一半浸入锅中<></span>来回缓缓搅拌着<></span>叶曼青多看了一眼<></span>忽觉眼前残影一晃<></span>那个布包就出现在她眼前三寸处<></span>

<></span>尝尝<></span><></span>

叶曼青看看两手的残灰<></span>狠狠心捻了一小块放进嘴里<></span>入口便觉一股浓郁的甜味侵袭而至<></span>伴随着某种奇特的口感<></span>原来是红砂糖<></span>

<></span>如何<></span><></span>离境垂眸笑问道<></span>

叶曼青瞥了他一眼：<></span>一般<></span><></span>不过是个红砂糖<></span>有必要搞得那么神秘么<></span>

离境一抖手<></span>那布包迅速裹上滑入袖中：<></span>加火<></span><></span>

叶曼青莫名地看看他<></span>手上不停地把树枝结扔进灶膛中<></span>奇怪<></span>怎么隐隐约约觉得这人在生气<></span>

就这么不停加火把水烧干一半又加水继续熬煮<></span>等到离境吐出<></span>不用烧了<></span>四个字时<></span>叶曼青几乎是跌跌撞撞地扑出厨房的<></span>她全身都被汗水弄湿了<></span>脸皮更被灶火烤得发红发痛<></span>整个人都快虚脱了<></span>如果不是看到熬出来的那锅澄褐色的酸梅汤<></span>还有离境一脸满意的神色<></span>她都要怀疑者是不是他搞出来整她的把戏了<></span>