Chapter 15: [Eat by face]
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Xie Zheng put this small change on Xu Ning's body. Although I don’t know why, if Yu Chunhua’s pickled vegetables had no external cause, there shouldn’t be such a big taste change suddenly. After all, he went to the Imperial Capital in his previous life. When I brought two cans, the taste was the same as before without any change.
Thinking that Xu Ning used to work in the back kitchen of the hotel, perhaps she did something in it, nothing is surprising.
"What a loss, I am too expensive, and when no one wants it, I will make a joke." Yu Chunhua gave a relieved smile, and she felt a little emboldened in her heart.
At the end of the lively breakfast, Xu Jianjun and Qin Xuejuan went to work, while Xie Zheng helped Xu Ning move the two large pots of pickles to the cart.
Because the school was across the street from the market, Xie Zheng was going to help them send them there.
"I forgot to ask, today Sunday, why are you still going to school?" The old lady locked the door of the main room, and the two of them walked out of the house and locked the street door.
Xie Zheng laughed and said, "I was at the same table and called me to go to school to play basketball. The bag was filled with sweatshirts."
Xu Ning followed her grandma, quietly listening to the two people in front of her chatting, while she looked at the village where she had raised her for more than ten years with nostalgic eyes.
I haven't been back in the past 30 years, and I don't know what the village will become in 30 years.
However, according to Xu Ning’s understanding, this is a small town that is not very prosperous. Although there are still green mountains and green waters, it is difficult to have much development. At best, some dirt houses in the village have been built into brick houses and roads have been built. It's probably gone.
However, even so, Xu Ning found that she still likes it very much now. It is quiet, comfortable, lazy and comfortable, and rests every day at sunrise and sunset.
Spring is full of winter jasmine flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums in the mountains and plains. In summer night, the crickets whisper. The villagers carry horses in the streets and chat in groups of three to five to enjoy the coolness. In autumn, they enjoy the joy of harvest. Watching TV while licking melon seeds, admiring the snowflakes flying outside the window.
Thinking about life like this, it can be considered a life in vain.
Crossing the big soil **** at the entrance of the village, it is Dingnan Village, which is separated from their Xiangshan Village by the road. This village is very large. Xiangshan Village has less than 100 households, but Dingnan Village has 700 or 800 households, so the market in this village It is the only one in the four villages and eight townships. In their township, it is second only to the market near the township government. Now the school that Xu Ning and Xie Zheng are studying is also in Dingnan Village. Moving to the village, Dingnan Village only left the elementary school and junior high school, but when Xu Ning fled in her previous life, the senior high school had not moved. Her thought was that she had better be able to finish high school here before moving, otherwise she would move from home to the village. It takes about half an hour to walk, and it's okay for Spring and Autumn to say that in winter, you will suffer.
It’s almost seven in the morning, and there are already stalls at the market. The market is on a cross street. The street is very spacious, about twelve or three meters wide. The entrance is the daily necessities area, and the opposite is In the clothing area, on the left is the fresh vegetables area, and on the right is the cooked meat area. The divisions are very neat. You can find the location directly if you want to buy something. However, there are booth fees here. A booth fee is two cents. The price is not expensive, and no one will evade fares because of these two cents.
Pushing the trolley, Xie Zheng and the old lady found a place in the deli meat area. It happened to be next to the fried dough cakes, and they were dazzled by the neighbors' stalls.
Yu Chunhua set up the table swiftly, put two pots of pickles on the table, and then took out two dollars and said to Xu Ning: "Ningning, you go buy a bundle of plastic bags, white ones."
"I see." Xu Ning took the money and walked slowly to the daily necessities area.
Next to him selling fried dough cakes was a young couple, who seemed to be in their thirties. When they saw Yu Chunhua coming over, they greeted her enthusiastically.
"Madam, are you selling only pickled vegetables?"
"Yes, there are a lot of pickled vegetables at home this year. I'm afraid that I won't be able to eat them and waste them when the vegetables are harvested. How is the business?" Yu Chunhua may be stubborn all day at home, but when he should be enthusiastic She will not be annoying.
"It's okay. Both of us don't have great skills. We used to do this in the village canteen. Now we can do it alone. It's a craft."
"Oh, this is amazing, craftsmanship can last a lifetime." Yu Chunhua praised.
"Forget it, this work is not tiring, and she can do it when she is old." The proprietress narrowed her eyes, looking very satisfied with the current state of life.
While talking, the couple has sent away two or three waves to buy fried dough sticks. It’s still early. People in this village will come to buy some fried dough sticks to make breakfast. It seems that the guests and the couple are very familiar with each other. Seeing is a regular customer.
"My lady is selling pickled vegetables? It looks pretty good." A young daughter-in-law next to her walked up to Yu Chunhua, wearing a brand-new Xingliang clothes, "Why sell it?"
Yu Chunhua greeted enthusiastically: "Such a spoonful, fifty cents." As she said, she took a spoonful with a rice spoon and showed it to the little wife.
Seeing this, the little daughter-in-law frowned slightly, "Five cents can buy a big bag of mustard heads." Although this big spoonful is indeed quite a lot.
Before Chunhua could say anything, Xie Zheng took one out with a spoon and handed it to the little daughter-in-law, "Big sister, my grandma’s pickles tasted but others can’t make it. Not to mention it takes a long time to pickle. Add all kinds of spices, you will know what I said is true if you taste it."
Seeing Xie Zheng’s actions, the little daughter-in-law found that this young man was really handsome. Later generations have the saying that "face is justice", which is also very applicable in the 1980s. Most people face Xie Zheng’s handsome and hearty smile. Can't refuse.
Fingers squeezed the pickles in the spoon and put them in his mouth. As soon as he was about to go down, he could hear the crisp sound, and what the young man said was not false, it was really delicious.
Nowadays, pickled mustard greens are usually salty in people’s homes, but the salty taste in this pickle is not the salty choking taste. On the contrary, the salty taste is very suitable, and it is particularly fragrant. Fresh is very different.
She couldn't help wondering how it was pickled, there must be something tricky in it.
"Okay, please give me two spoons."
Yu Chunhua nodded hurriedly. It didn't take long for this to open. How can she be unhappy in her heart and sell the things she made is a great affirmation for her.
But... her bad granddaughter hasn't come back yet.
Just what I was about to say, the lady proprietor next to him pulled off a few small white plastic bags and handed them to Yu Chunhua, "Madam, use mine first."
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Xie Zheng put this small change on Xu Ning's body. Although I don’t know why, if Yu Chunhua’s pickled vegetables had no external cause, there shouldn’t be such a big taste change suddenly. After all, he went to the Imperial Capital in his previous life. When I brought two cans, the taste was the same as before without any change.
Thinking that Xu Ning used to work in the back kitchen of the hotel, perhaps she did something in it, nothing is surprising.
"What a loss, I am too expensive, and when no one wants it, I will make a joke." Yu Chunhua gave a relieved smile, and she felt a little emboldened in her heart.
At the end of the lively breakfast, Xu Jianjun and Qin Xuejuan went to work, while Xie Zheng helped Xu Ning move the two large pots of pickles to the cart.
Because the school was across the street from the market, Xie Zheng was going to help them send them there.
"I forgot to ask, today Sunday, why are you still going to school?" The old lady locked the door of the main room, and the two of them walked out of the house and locked the street door.
Xie Zheng laughed and said, "I was at the same table and called me to go to school to play basketball. The bag was filled with sweatshirts."
Xu Ning followed her grandma, quietly listening to the two people in front of her chatting, while she looked at the village where she had raised her for more than ten years with nostalgic eyes.
I haven't been back in the past 30 years, and I don't know what the village will become in 30 years.
However, according to Xu Ning’s understanding, this is a small town that is not very prosperous. Although there are still green mountains and green waters, it is difficult to have much development. At best, some dirt houses in the village have been built into brick houses and roads have been built. It's probably gone.
However, even so, Xu Ning found that she still likes it very much now. It is quiet, comfortable, lazy and comfortable, and rests every day at sunrise and sunset.
Spring is full of winter jasmine flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums in the mountains and plains. In summer night, the crickets whisper. The villagers carry horses in the streets and chat in groups of three to five to enjoy the coolness. In autumn, they enjoy the joy of harvest. Watching TV while licking melon seeds, admiring the snowflakes flying outside the window.
Thinking about life like this, it can be considered a life in vain.
Crossing the big soil **** at the entrance of the village, it is Dingnan Village, which is separated from their Xiangshan Village by the road. This village is very large. Xiangshan Village has less than 100 households, but Dingnan Village has 700 or 800 households, so the market in this village It is the only one in the four villages and eight townships. In their township, it is second only to the market near the township government. Now the school that Xu Ning and Xie Zheng are studying is also in Dingnan Village. Moving to the village, Dingnan Village only left the elementary school and junior high school, but when Xu Ning fled in her previous life, the senior high school had not moved. Her thought was that she had better be able to finish high school here before moving, otherwise she would move from home to the village. It takes about half an hour to walk, and it's okay for Spring and Autumn to say that in winter, you will suffer.
It’s almost seven in the morning, and there are already stalls at the market. The market is on a cross street. The street is very spacious, about twelve or three meters wide. The entrance is the daily necessities area, and the opposite is In the clothing area, on the left is the fresh vegetables area, and on the right is the cooked meat area. The divisions are very neat. You can find the location directly if you want to buy something. However, there are booth fees here. A booth fee is two cents. The price is not expensive, and no one will evade fares because of these two cents.
Pushing the trolley, Xie Zheng and the old lady found a place in the deli meat area. It happened to be next to the fried dough cakes, and they were dazzled by the neighbors' stalls.
Yu Chunhua set up the table swiftly, put two pots of pickles on the table, and then took out two dollars and said to Xu Ning: "Ningning, you go buy a bundle of plastic bags, white ones."
"I see." Xu Ning took the money and walked slowly to the daily necessities area.
Next to him selling fried dough cakes was a young couple, who seemed to be in their thirties. When they saw Yu Chunhua coming over, they greeted her enthusiastically.
"Madam, are you selling only pickled vegetables?"
"Yes, there are a lot of pickled vegetables at home this year. I'm afraid that I won't be able to eat them and waste them when the vegetables are harvested. How is the business?" Yu Chunhua may be stubborn all day at home, but when he should be enthusiastic She will not be annoying.
"It's okay. Both of us don't have great skills. We used to do this in the village canteen. Now we can do it alone. It's a craft."
"Oh, this is amazing, craftsmanship can last a lifetime." Yu Chunhua praised.
"Forget it, this work is not tiring, and she can do it when she is old." The proprietress narrowed her eyes, looking very satisfied with the current state of life.
While talking, the couple has sent away two or three waves to buy fried dough sticks. It’s still early. People in this village will come to buy some fried dough sticks to make breakfast. It seems that the guests and the couple are very familiar with each other. Seeing is a regular customer.
"My lady is selling pickled vegetables? It looks pretty good." A young daughter-in-law next to her walked up to Yu Chunhua, wearing a brand-new Xingliang clothes, "Why sell it?"
Yu Chunhua greeted enthusiastically: "Such a spoonful, fifty cents." As she said, she took a spoonful with a rice spoon and showed it to the little wife.
Seeing this, the little daughter-in-law frowned slightly, "Five cents can buy a big bag of mustard heads." Although this big spoonful is indeed quite a lot.
Before Chunhua could say anything, Xie Zheng took one out with a spoon and handed it to the little daughter-in-law, "Big sister, my grandma’s pickles tasted but others can’t make it. Not to mention it takes a long time to pickle. Add all kinds of spices, you will know what I said is true if you taste it."
Seeing Xie Zheng’s actions, the little daughter-in-law found that this young man was really handsome. Later generations have the saying that "face is justice", which is also very applicable in the 1980s. Most people face Xie Zheng’s handsome and hearty smile. Can't refuse.
Fingers squeezed the pickles in the spoon and put them in his mouth. As soon as he was about to go down, he could hear the crisp sound, and what the young man said was not false, it was really delicious.
Nowadays, pickled mustard greens are usually salty in people’s homes, but the salty taste in this pickle is not the salty choking taste. On the contrary, the salty taste is very suitable, and it is particularly fragrant. Fresh is very different.
She couldn't help wondering how it was pickled, there must be something tricky in it.
"Okay, please give me two spoons."
Yu Chunhua nodded hurriedly. It didn't take long for this to open. How can she be unhappy in her heart and sell the things she made is a great affirmation for her.
But... her bad granddaughter hasn't come back yet.
Just what I was about to say, the lady proprietor next to him pulled off a few small white plastic bags and handed them to Yu Chunhua, "Madam, use mine first."
Xie Zheng put this small change on Xu Ning's body. Although I don't know why, if Yu Chunhua's pickled vegetables had no external cause, there shouldn't be such a big taste change suddenly. After all, he went to the Imperial Capital in his previous life. When I brought two cans, the taste was the same as before without any change.Thinking that Xu Ning used to work in the back kitchen of the hotel, perhaps she did something in it, nothing is surprising."What a loss, I am too expensive, and when no one wants it, I will make a joke." Yu Chunhua gave a relieved smile, and she felt a little emboldened in her heart.At the end of the lively breakfast, Xu Jianjun and Qin Xuejuan went to work, while Xie Zheng helped Xu Ning move the two large pots of pickles to the cart.Because the school was across the street from the market, Xie Zheng was going to help them send them there."I forgot to ask, today Sunday, why are you still going to school?" The old lady locked the door of the main room, and the two of them walked out of the house and locked the street door.Xie Zheng laughed and said, "I was at the same table and called me to go to school to play basketball. The bag was filled with sweatshirts."Xu Ning followed her grandma, quietly listening to the two people in front of her chatting, while she looked at the village where she had raised her for more than ten years with nostalgic eyes.I haven't been back in the past 30 years, and I don't know what the village will become in 30 years.However, according to Xu Ning's understanding, this is a small town that is not very prosperous. Although there are still green mountains and green waters, it is difficult to have much development. At best, some dirt houses in the village have been built into brick houses and roads have been built. It's probably gone.However, even so, Xu Ning found that she still likes it very much now. It is quiet, comfortable, lazy and comfortable, and rests every day at sunrise and sunset.Spring is full of winter jasmine flowers and the fragrance of peaches and plums in the mountains and plains. In summer night, the crickets whisper. The villagers carry horses in the streets and chat in groups of three to five to enjoy the coolness. In autumn, they enjoy the joy of harvest. Watching TV while licking melon seeds, admiring the snowflakes flying outside the window.Thinking about life like this, it can be considered a life in vain.Crossing the big soil **** at the entrance of the village, it is Dingnan Village, which is separated from their Xiangshan Village by the road. This village is very large. Xiangshan Village has less than 100 households, but Dingnan Village has 700 or 800 households, so the market in this village It is the only one in the four villages and eight townships. In their township, it is second only to the market near the township government. Now the school that Xu Ning and Xie Zheng are studying is also in Dingnan Village. Moving to the village, Dingnan Village only left the elementary school and junior high school, but when Xu Ning fled in her previous life, the senior high school had not moved. Her thought was that she had better be able to finish high school here before moving, otherwise she would move from home to the village. It takes about half an hour to walk, and it's okay for Spring and Autumn to say that in winter, you will suffer.It's almost seven in the morning, and there are already stalls at the market. The market is on a cross street. The street is very spacious, about twelve or three meters wide. The entrance is the daily necessities area, and the opposite is In the clothing area, on the left is the fresh vegetables area, and on the right is the cooked meat area. The divisions are very neat. You can find the location directly if you want to buy something. However, there are booth fees here. A booth fee is two cents. The price is not expensive, and no one will evade fares because of these two cents.Pushing the trolley, Xie Zheng and the old lady found a place in the deli meat area. It happened to be next to the fried dough cakes, and they were dazzled by the neighbors' stalls.Yu Chunhua set up the table swiftly, put two pots of pickles on the table, and then took out two dollars and said to Xu Ning: "Ningning, you go buy a bundle of plastic bags, white ones.""I see." Xu Ning took the money and walked slowly to the daily necessities area.Next to him selling fried dough cakes was a young couple, who seemed to be in their thirties. When they saw Yu Chunhua coming over, they greeted her enthusiastically."Madam, are you selling only pickled vegetables?""Yes, there are a lot of pickled vegetables at home this year. I'm afraid that I won't be able to eat them and waste them when the vegetables are harvested. How is the business?" Yu Chunhua may be stubborn all day at home, but when he should be enthusiastic She will not be annoying."It's okay. Both of us don't have great skills. We used to do this in the village canteen. Now we can do it alone. It's a craft.""Oh, this is amazing, craftsmanship can last a lifetime." Yu Chunhua praised."Forget it, this work is not tiring, and she can do it when she is old." The proprietress narrowed her eyes, looking very satisfied with the current state of life.While talking, the couple has sent away two or three waves to buy fried dough sticks. It's still early. People in this village will come to buy some fried dough sticks to make breakfast. It seems that the guests and the couple are very familiar with each other. Seeing is a regular customer."My lady is selling pickled vegetables? It looks pretty good." A young daughter-in-law next to her walked up to Yu Chunhua, wearing a brand-new Xingliang clothes, "Why sell it?"Yu Chunhua greeted enthusiastically: "Such a spoonful, fifty cents." As she said, she took a spoonful with a rice spoon and showed it to the little wife.Seeing this, the little daughter-in-law frowned slightly, "Five cents can buy a big bag of mustard heads." Although this big spoonful is indeed quite a lot.Before Chunhua could say anything, Xie Zheng took one out with a spoon and handed it to the little daughter-in-law, "Big sister, my grandma's pickles tasted but others can't make it. Not to mention it takes a long time to pickle. Add all kinds of spices, you will know what I said is true if you taste it."Seeing Xie Zheng's actions, the little daughter-in-law found that this young man was really handsome. Later generations have the saying that "face is justice", which is also very applicable in the 1980s. Most people face Xie Zheng's handsome and hearty smile. Can't refuse.Fingers squeezed the pickles in the spoon and put them in his mouth. As soon as he was about to go down, he could hear the crisp sound, and what the young man said was not false, it was really delicious.Nowadays, pickled mustard greens are usually salty in people's homes, but the salty taste in this pickle is not the salty choking taste. On the contrary, the salty taste is very suitable, and it is particularly fragrant. Fresh is very different.She couldn't help wondering how it was pickled, there must be something tricky in it."Okay, please give me two spoons."Yu Chunhua nodded hurriedly. It didn't take long for this to open. How can she be unhappy in her heart and sell the things she made is a great affirmation for her.But... her bad granddaughter hasn't come back yet.Just what I was about to say, the lady proprietor next to him pulled off a few small white plastic bags and handed them to Yu Chunhua, "Madam, use mine first."
