The state-owned hotel was full of people. Yun Shu ordered a bowl of tofu puffs and three ounces of fried dough sticks at the window. With a quick glance, he found an empty seat and went there.
Sitting opposite her was a girl who looked to be about twenty years old. Although her blouse also had patches, they were sewn with the same color fabric with skillful hands, and you couldn't see them unless you looked closely.
From the perspective of future generations, this girl is not beautiful, just on the level of ordinary people. But in this era, with her round apple face, fairer complexion, and two big smooth braids, she is definitely The sign of beauty.
Moreover, she is a beauty with a good family background. If nothing else, it can be seen from the fact that she eats shredded pork noodles.
There are many people eating breakfast in state-owned restaurants, but it does not mean that this is the general living standard of Chinese people. At least farmers are still struggling to survive.
Yun Shu only glanced at it and knew that those who could come to have breakfast were from three types of family backgrounds: workers, teachers, and civil servants, and those who ordered shredded pork noodles were only in the minority.
Yun Shu was carrying the meat on his back, naturally he wanted to develop potential customers, but when it came to business, he didn't talk about it in a hurry, so when the eldest girl looked up, she just nodded at him and smiled. Then he lowered his head and ate his breakfast.
Not to mention, these days, everything is real. What Yun Shu wanted was a big bowl of tofu puffs, which cost five cents a bowl. The mouth of the bowl was a full 20 centimeters, and the stew in it was also full of ingredients, including fungus and day lily. , eggs, etc.
The fried dough sticks cost seven cents each and cost one tael of food stamps. At this time, a fried dough stick was not the kind that would disappear after two bites in later generations, but was two or three times larger.
Yun Shu asked for three fried dough sticks, one of which could be cut into four sections and filled into a small bamboo basket made of thin rattan.
At this time, the fried dough sticks were fried in vegetable oil or soybean oil. I heard that they were also fried in cottonseed. The noodles were not made of white flour, but when you took a bite, they were crispy and fragrant. In this era when there was not much oil and water to eat, it was really delicious. A taste sensation.
For Yun Shu, the taste is just so-so. She prefers the tofu curd with brine, which is much more delicious than the plaster version in later generations.
Yun Shu slowly tasted the breakfast he had for the first time in a state-owned hotel since he came to this era and followed the trend. Who knew that the smile just now shook the big girl opposite, if Yun Shu was even more than At fifteen or sixteen years old, this girl is probably going to feel like a deer in her heart.
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This was the first time Yang Zhenzhen saw such a "boy". As a middle school Chinese teacher, she thought for a long time, but she couldn't think of how to describe him.
He was obviously a very delicate and effeminate boy, but his smile had an indescribable air of freehand grace.
Both men and women are actually visual animals who like to appreciate beautiful things.
So Teacher Yang, who had almost finished breakfast, slowed down in swallowing noodles.
As for Yun Shu, although her mind was immersed in the delicious tofu, she also paid some attention. She was looking in all directions and listening in all directions. Naturally, her consciousness did not miss the curious expression of the older girl opposite.
However, Yun Shu remained calm under her gaze as he finished a large bowl of tofu puffs and made two more fried dough sticks. Then he got up and went to the counter to get a piece of oil paper and wrapped the remaining fried dough sticks. stand up.
It's not that she can't eat it. Ten more sticks can be stuffed into her stomach, which has been upgraded to a rice bucket.
It's that she needs a "meat-revealing" introduction.
Yun Shu turned sideways, carefully opened the lid of the basket on the ground, quickly stuffed the fried dough sticks in, and immediately put the rattan lid on it. When he stood up, he glanced at the girl opposite with vigilance in his eyes.
The rattan basket was beside Yun Shu's legs, leaning against the wall. When Yun Shu put the fried dough sticks in, the girl opposite just got up and was about to leave.
Yang Zhenzhen swore that she really just saw it accidentally when she got up, and then subconsciously widened her eyes, "Oh my god, what did I see?"
A basket full of neatly packed meat?
Yang Zhenzhen subconsciously felt saliva secreting, braised pork, lion head, pork stewed with vermicelli...
Then after seeing the child's alert eyes, Yang Zhenzhen turned back. She was very familiar with this kind of eyes. After all, she had also followed her second uncle to the black market to see the world. The way those people looked at people was different from the boy. The expression was exactly the same.
Yun Shu looked at the eldest girl who was sitting back, feeling happy, but with a little fear and anxiety on her face. She didn't speak, as if "I can't stand the enemy."
In a stalemate...
This stalemate lasted for about five minutes. In the end, the older girl opposite couldn't help but rub her face. Looking at Yun Shu's expression, she was both angry and happy, and then she whispered like an underground worker: "Do you sell meat?"
Yun Shu remained silent, clutching the rope of the rattan basket tightly in her hand, as if she would run away immediately if the person opposite made something wrong.
Yang Zhenzhen was helpless, but the temptation of the pile of meat was too great. Although the commune got a piece of meat from the mountains some time ago, how many families were waiting to share it. The whole family could only eat a few bites of the meat and then it was gone. .
Although it is now time to hand over the task pigs, they are handed over to the state, and the communes are limited in intercepting the pigs, so they still have some left to make dumplings for the New Year.
Although the conditions in Yang Zhenzhen's family are quite good, his father is a person who hates using privileges for personal gain, so the food at home is really mediocre. Fortunately, her second uncle is enlightened and can't work around it, otherwise Yang Zhenzhen thinks that she will definitely die and be raped. So greedy.
So at this moment, Yang Zhenzhen showed a warmth comparable to spring, and said softly and kindly: "Kid, don't be afraid. My name is Yang Zhenzhen, and I am a teacher at Hongqi Middle School. The manager of the state-owned hotel is my second uncle. In order to provide GF Let the masses get some meat, my second uncle's hair has turned gray from worry. Come to think of it, your relatives can't eat that much meat. Can you discuss it with your relatives and show your spirit of self-sacrifice for others?"
Yang Zhenzhen is not afraid that the child across from him won't understand. Even if he doesn't understand, the adults in their family will always understand.
But the adults in this family are a little out of character. How can they just let a child come forward? If something happens, it will be too late to regret.
As for Yun Shu, listening to the big girl opposite talking to herself, I have to say that she is very wise.
But there were no relatives, but there was one in front of me, the great shaman who sold meat.
"I can make the decision, this is not the place to talk!"
With concise and concise words, Yun Shu played a sensitive and withdrawn child very well.
When Yang Zhenzhen heard this, his eyes lit up and he whispered: "Follow me." After saying that, he saw hesitation flash across the face of the child opposite, but within a few seconds, it turned into determination.
Yang Zhenzhen felt that this was definitely a child with a story.
Yang Zhenzhen originally wanted to help Yun Shu, but when she saw that she was carrying it easily, she thought that there was only meat on the top of the basket and it might not be too heavy. Although she was a little disappointed, the mosquito legs were too small and were also meat. The glance she took, at least It has to be five or six pounds, and it’s worth it.
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