After Ning Yuan washed her hands, she saw on the table a plate of fried bacon with garlic moss, a plate of fried water spinach with lard residue, and a pot of sweet potato porridge.
"Eat." Rong Zhaonan handed her the chopsticks. Ning Yuan took the bowl and chopsticks and took a few mouthfuls of food.
The water spinach with garlic was stir-fried very tender, and the bacon with garlic moss was very fragrant.
She couldn't help but sigh: "You are really good at cooking. I thought you couldn't cook."
She usually does the cooking, and he cleans the stove and washes the dishes.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her eating with a satisfied look on her face and twitched his lips: "I used to learn from the chef of the cooking class in the army. The chef used to be the chef of Jiangnan Huibin Building."
He is actually very picky, but in the army and in this era, it is good to have enough to eat.
Ning Yuan suddenly remembered something, quickly got up, opened the basket on her backpack, and got something wrapped in oil paper from inside.
She opened the parchment paper and revealed half of the roast chicken inside: "I was busy eating and fighting, and I almost forgot. I bought it in the county. It's still a little warm. Eat it quickly."
Rong Zhaonan looked at the fragrant roast chicken, then looked at Xiang Ningyuan: "It seems that the bacon sales are good today."
Otherwise, the little spy would not be willing to buy roast chicken.
As soon as Ning Yuan heard this, she took out her purse and placed it on the table: "Forty yuan plus twenty-five kilograms of national food stamps, five kilograms of provincial food stamps and five kilograms of snack stamps!"
In addition to the twenty-two kilograms of city food stamps, twelve feet of cloth stamps, five kilograms of gas stamps, and one kilogram of snack stamps, she now has much more money.
She is really a transformed serf who sings. She is considered a middle-class and upper-class family in the village, and she no longer has to do as much as she did when she was an educated youth.
She is not afraid that her family will cut off her living expenses!
"I used some tickets to carry twenty kilograms of grain, half a roasted chicken, and some soda crackers. We can have at least one meal of rice every week." Ning Yuan bent her big eyes and smiled. Emotion.
She eats sweet potato porridge every day until she vomits and farts all the time.
At least the staple food has been improved now, and although the soda biscuits are not as delicious as Shanghai evergreen biscuits, they are still high-end snacks nowadays.
It is very convenient to use it occasionally to fill your stomach and relieve emergencies.
Rong Zhaonan looked at the national food stamps and thought thoughtfully: "Where did you go to exchange for the national food stamps? Is it the black market?"
Only regular employees can get this when they go on a business trip, and there aren't many of them.
Ning Yuan shook her head and felt a little proud while eating: "I found a good way. Our bacon will be sold to the county guest house in the future. The tickets are given by the people in the guest house."
Rong Zhaonan looked at the girl in front of him in surprise: "You still have this ability."
Ning Yuan puffed up her chest and said with a straight face: "Na na na...Comrade Rong Zhaonan, you are looking down on me. Why do you think I still have this ability? Women can hold up half the sky!"
Rong Zhaonan pressed his glasses and curled his thin lips: "Yes, Comrade Ning Yuan taught you the right lesson. My ideological consciousness is low."
Ning Yuan couldn't hold back her laughter. She held the bowl and laughed: "Wow, I didn't expect Comrade Rong Zhaonan to be so humorous."
When Mr. Rong was young, he was not always aloof, serious and difficult to approach.
As she said that, she suddenly reached out and took off Rong Zhaonan's glasses: "Don't wear these glasses. One of the lenses is broken. Be careful that the glass will prick your eyes. Next time I go to the city to buy you new glasses."
He makes half as much money as he does!
Rong Zhaonan was stunned, only to feel her slender fingers accidentally brushing against the side of his face, and took off his glasses.
The tone and smile of the girl in front of him almost gave him a strange illusion that they were a real young couple.
Rong Zhaonan picked up the bowl and chopsticks and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, I'm not short-sighted."
Ning Yuan was stunned and looked at the broken glasses in her hand, only to realize that they were actually flat glasses.
She suddenly understood that these glasses were really just a prop for him to hide himself.
Ning Yuan looked at the injuries on his face and suddenly asked: "You can obviously avoid them, why don't you?"
The situation was chaotic just now, and she didn't have time to take a closer look. She only saw some bruises on the corners of his lips and a bloody mark on his cheek from broken porcelain.
Now that I was sitting close to him, I discovered that he had bruises on his forehead and collarbone.
This made her clenched her bowl and chopsticks tightly, feeling so angry for no reason.
She had seen his skills before. He was so neat and ruthless in handling wild boars. How could he not be able to deal with those people?
Rong Zhaonan paused while picking up the vegetables and said nonchalantly: "If you hide once, can you hide from people who come to make trouble for the second, third, or fourth time?"
He twitched the corners of his lips indifferently: "If they feel comfortable, they won't bother me again."
Seeing his indifferent expression, Ning Yuan didn't know why she felt very sad.
The fragrant bacon is no longer fragrant.
How much torture and torture did he go through to get such an unruly and proud man like him to get used to being treated like this?
Under the torrent of the times, everyone is so powerless.
He is unable to fight against the tide of the times, and his experience in joining the army also prevents him from taking action against ordinary people. He has developed a skill that was originally intended to protect the people.
Ning Yuan was silent for a while, then suddenly reached out and held his hand: "Rong Zhaonan, believe me, things are different now. Everything will be fine. It's no longer the same. Soon no one will dare to do it again." Do this to you!"
Time flows forward, and looking back decades later, the node of great changes in the times is so clear - the late 1970s.
From then on, all the way up, those who dared to think, dare to fight and dare to break through were all standing at the forefront of the times.
"So, Rong Zhaonan, don't tolerate anyone bullying you anymore. Anyone who dares to bully you again will be beaten back!" Ning Yuan said with utmost seriousness and determination.
Rong Zhaonan looked at her, a strange light flashed in his dark eyes.
He could get the closest news to the capital from Chen Chen, and he also knew that his situation would change.
Why is she so sure that everything will get better?
but……
Looking at her bright and determined black eyes, his cold heart skipped a beat, and he spoke out of nowhere: "Okay."
She was sympathizing with him, but this sympathy was not as annoying as other people's.
Ning Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the bowls and chopsticks: "Let's eat. Next week I will go to the county to sell meat, buy you a new pair of flat glasses, and do a complete show..."
They also have more than a hundred kilograms of wild boar bacon, which can be sold for a long time, and can be exchanged for a 'huge sum' of more than one hundred yuan!
Even if the county guest house can't sell out all the goods, Rong Zhaonan can still sell some goods on the black market!
Ning Yuan was in a very good mood when she thought that she was on the road to making a fortune.
This is called having money in your hands and not panicking in your heart.
Rong Zhaonan listened to her excitedly talking about buying this and that.
The dark and cold ice field in his heart seemed to loosen a little with the smoke of fireworks in the room.
He pushed the plate of fried bacon in front of her: "Eat more."
Ning Yuan reciprocated the courtesy and immediately put a roasted chicken leg into his bowl: "Hurry up and eat it, it's rare to eat chicken all year round!"
Rong Zhaonan looked at the chicken legs in the bowl. It was half a roast chicken with only one leg.
The young girl in front of her, the light of the setting sun fell on her face, reflecting the gentle and brilliant orange light and shadow.
He suddenly lowered his eyes and felt hungry.
He held the bowl and started to eat. Tsk, what is a little secret agent doing with such an appetizing smile?
Later, he realized that some appetites could only be satisfied by eating people.
