Rebirth Wife of the 70's

 Chapter 005

 

 The monkey's full name is Zhang Yuanchao.

Since Zhang Yuanchao knew that Ye Qingshui was the one who designed to frame Yu Ge, he didn't think much about Ye Qingshui.

When Zhang Yuanchao was still not sensible, he relied on his father to be the director of the supply and marketing agency and took in the younger brothers of a group of fox friends and dog friends. 

He had already figured it out. If the woman from the Ye family was fierce, he would make Xiao Zanzi very relaxed. ! 

He is even a little angry now: the brothers are all the same haters and are ready to fight Ye Qingshui unanimously, but Brother Yu himself doesn't mind.

 Actually... let him line up for Ye Qingshui?

Zhang Yuanchao felt a little uncomfortable.

He had no good expressions on Ye Qingshui. He threatened to say to Ye Qingshui: "Hurry up and get divorced!"

 "You and Brother Yu are not suitable. Don't say you, the girls in this city are careful. Counting, I’m afraid that there are few who can be worthy of him.” 

Zhang Yuanchao had a relative who worked in the Municipal Revolutionary Committee. When Xie Tingyu came to the countryside, he was in a small car. The green soldier. 

When Zhang Yuanchao met, he was almost envious. The relative reminded him, “ He is from the capital, looking like a leader’s child. If he goes to your place, you should take proper care of it.” 

After saying good care, Brother Yu was taken care of by a country girl. The monkey felt that his face was not easy.

 Ye Qingshui heard what the monkey said and didn't say anything. This evoked her memories. Xie Tingyu took her to his home in the capital once in her previous life. It was really magnificent, with five steps, one guard, and ten steps. She felt even more inferior after going there once. Later, when Xie Tingyu mentioned divorce, she didn't dare to pester it.

 The most humble and poorest moment she have experienced in her previous life is the year when she reluctantly let Xie Tingyu go 

Ye Qingshui recalled now that she could feel a little bit aggrieved for herself.

As soon as the monkey threatened Ye Qingshui, he was interrupted by Xie Tingyu.

 He said, "What do you do with so much nonsense."

Xie Tingyu asked the salesperson, "Do you have toothpaste? I want two."

 The  salesperson took the toothpaste and quickly quoted: "An industrial ticket, eight cents."

 Xie Tingyu glanced at it. Ye Qingshui glanced, her eyes fell on her dry and cracked cheeks, red like apples with some red blood streaks. 

It was a little embarrassing, he thought of his younger sister's white skin, and the things she used on her face were never too expensive. So Xie Tingyu asked the salesperson for a box of Snow Frost.

Snow Frost belongs to the category of "luxury", it is not a necessity, and consumes less. One box costs a half. Few girls in the village know how to use it.

This precious gift was delivered to Ye Qingshui's hand, Shen Weimin snorted again, and the monkey looked at Xie Tingyu with suspicious eyes.

Xie Tingyu said: "Let's go." 

As   he waved his sleeves, he didn't take away a cloud. Shen Weimin followed him and disappeared into the crowd.

Ye Qingshui looked at the things in his hands and thought: Xie Tingyu probably paid back the dollar she gave him. 

The extra part is considered a lavish shot by the young master, and he is really a very proud person. Although she also planned to buy Snow Frost, they were not her necessities right now. These things should be returned to their original owners.

She is not a greedy person.

After Ye Qingshui bought the baking powder, she went to explore the "black market" in the county. 

The so-called black market is a place where people secretly sell and trade. In the 1970s, it was still a planned economy, and all necessary materials such as grain were supplied and sold by the state. When the supply was in short supply, the black market was born in response to the hope of the people.

 Ye Qingshui was carrying a bag of grain, and was spotted as soon as she entered the black market.

"Big girl, can you sell the food in your hand?"

Ye Qingshui shook her head. Selling flour is not worth a few dollars. She plans to make the flour into desserts and then sell them, which is more cost-effective. Ye Qingshui wandered around and found that no one was selling ready-made hot food in the black market.

However, she has gained a lot. She found some spices for cooking on the black market. Ye Qingshui walked around the entire alley, walked out and raised her eyes. The state-owned meal spot was not far from the front intersection.

 Ye Qingshui looked at the state-owned hotel and sighed "that's how it is".

 No wonder the food business on the black market was so bleak that she was smelling the aroma of the food wafting out of the street. She haven't seen oily stomach for a long time, and she can't help but feel sour.

 She squeezed the money in her pocket, and dared to enter the state-owned hotel and swung around.

She glanced at the price list written by the state-owned hotel with a chalk blackboard. A large bowl of plain soup noodles was 1.5 cents, two food coupons for three cities, three cents for a large bowl of broth powder, and food stamps for half a catty; four meat buns per one. Dime, half a catty food stamp...

There are quite a few types, and Ye Qingshui was not willing to spend money to eat at a state-owned restaurant.

 She looked through the glass window and watched the chef drop the knife inside. 

She couldn't help but commit an occupational disease: the meat was sliced ​​unevenly, the stir-fried was unevenly cooked, and the rice noodles sometimes became incompletely cooked and sometimes boiled. The ingredients used for cooking are all common oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. 

Compared with the various, delicate and delicate skills of later generations, the cooking techniques of this year are very simple and primitive.

Ye Qingshui, who has decades of cooking experience, only glanced at the noodles that came out, and she was a little sore in her heart. The waiter of the state-run hotel saw the little girl engrossed and staring at the chef cooking for a moment, with a look of envy and longing. Look at the tattered clothes she wore with patches, and drove her out disgustingly because she had no money to eat.

 "If you don't eat, don't come in and disturb the guests!"

 Ye Qingshui was pushed out, not minding the opponent's contempt, and happily returned to the country with her flour.

    ...

After Ye Qingshui got home, she collected the flour properly.

At the same time, she was surprised to find that the rice jar at home was half full, about ten kilograms. Reaching in, grabbed rice with full grains, round and white, with a charming fragrance.

 "It's worthy of being from the capital. It's a generous shot."

 Ye Qingshui knew that Xie Tingyu had bought such good and high-quality rice. Where the old Ye family is willing to eat such good high-quality rice is something that she can't even think of. 

A-niang often replaces the first-class rice with the third-class rice, so that she can exchange more. But it tastes boring, rough and bitter. The rice bought by Xie Tingyu is called "Daohuaxiang". It has a shiny surface and a soft and aromatic taste.

Guilty hedonism, Ye Qingshui slandered.

At night, Ye Qingshui made fried rice with this kind of rice.

The so-called fried rice is the thing that can test the basic skills of a chef. The stir-fry should be even, the color should be smooth and shiny, the softness and hardness should be moderate, if it is cooked, it is too burnt, and it is too sticky. 

Wrapped in the fragrance of oil, the grains are soft, smooth and refreshing. The most life-threatening thing is that three or four grains of rice are wrapped in an egg flower.

If it is wrapped less, it means the stir-frying is too strong; if it is wrapped too much, it means the stir-frying is not enough. When Ye Qingshui went to school as a teacher, she suffered from egg fried rice.

Ye Qingshui stir-fried green bean rice with "rice flower fragrance", lard, and peas and eggs.

Although Ye Ama wanted to accuse her daughter of using too much oil and wasting food, it was better to eat sweet potato rice, but seeing the golden fried rice and smelling the rising scent, her stomach was uncomfortably hungry and her eyes dizzy. She thought: This is all due to the son-in-law, it's not a matter of water.

She watched him come back with a big bag of rice with her own eyes!

 Granny Ye only sighed, and soon started eating green bean rice. One bite is fragrant and one bite is sweet, sweet and waxy are beans, and fragrant is rice.

 Xie Tingyu ate slowly, although the expression on his face did not change, but the slightly bent corners of his eyes revealed his happy mood. This rice...not bad.