Liu Feng wrapped something around his waist again, braced himself with both hands, and slowly paced around the room. "I have to say, your massage really works."
Wang Yan washed his hands and smiled. "Tomorrow, I'll get you some medicinal plaster to apply externally, plus some herbal medicine to take. I'll come by and work on you for a few more days, and you should improve quite a bit. But getting back to how you were before is impossible. Take good care of yourself."
As they spoke, he hooked up the gas canister and started cooking.
Liquefied gas had already been widely available for years by then. Its only downside was the price—a canister cost nearly four yuan. Liu Feng and He Xiaoping naturally used it very rarely. The two of them ate at the cafeteria and seldom cooked at home. Still, even if they used a coal stove, buying coal would not have cost much less.
Liu Feng tried his best not to look at the burning stove, lest his heart ache. It was not that he begrudged the expense—after all, Wang Yan had brought so many things and had always looked after him. He was simply used to being frugal, used to not being able to bear spending, used to feeling the pinch. That burning flame, that flowing gas—it was all money...
One man and one stove naturally could not turn out dishes very quickly. Yet Wang Yan moved with remarkable efficiency, stewing hot dishes, mixing cold ones, slicing up a platter, and still finding time to light a cigarette for Liu Feng and sit down to chat with him.
The scent of stewed meat drifted through the room. Liu Feng asked, "I heard Hao Shuwen and the others say that you're going to the Military-Political University for