Chapter 006
After eating, Xie Tingyu felt very happy.
However, Ye Qingshui became entangled. She counted the meager "deposits" in her hand. Faced with the big money Xie Tingyu,
she took out the Snow Frost that Xie Tingyu bought during the day and put it on his desk.
"I don't have any money for you, so let's give it back to you."
Xie Tingyu seemed to be the first time saw such a sincere person. It is hard to imagine that she would design to rely on him.
Some time ago, she could not wait to see an educated youth point to see him, and he turned his face flushed when he looked back. Don't even need his things now?
The consciousness of this thought is still quite fast. But Xie Tingyu's mood is a bit complicated. Soon he thought, what is her mind, what does he care about?
Xie Tingyu put his hands on the back of his head, and said lightly: "If I give it to you, just take it."
"Today's fried rice is quite delicious. From now on, these will be counted as my food expenses."
Xie Tingyu's taste is still quite picky, he It's not that he hasn't eaten delicious things. He has even touched his mouth in famous restaurants in Kyoto. Ye Qingshui's cooking is quite delicious, with a special taste.
"Forget it." She touched her face, "After I save enough money to buy it for myself, you don't need to be so good to me."
Ye Qingshui's skin is still very good, so let her go. Mother, it's white if you cover it in winter. There is no need to waste skin care products. When she was thirty in her last life, some people still said that she looked like a little girl in seventeen or eighteen. The powder is soft and white, like a girl raised by a beautiful landscape.
It's too stubborn now. It was summer when she worked hard and got sunburned.
Ye Qingshui looked down at him sleeping on the floor, his messy black hair was no longer as fresh and neat as the day, with a touch of washed wetness, the cotton collar was opened a bit, reflecting the soft white of the moonlight . The expression on his face was a little unhappy.
Rao was Ye Qingshui, who was tenderly painted by the old cucumber, and couldn't help but take a few more glances. Xie Tingyu is really good, although it's not her taste anymore.
But Ye Qingshui couldn't help thinking: If her child had a chance to be born, it would be very beautiful.
That was after Xie Tingyu's drunkenness and chaos after the college entrance examination.
Maybe he didn't even know about it. After so many years, Ye Qingshui still had a hard time forgetting the cub who had been with her for three months. If she was a little more cautious at that time, it would be able to look at the world.
Xie Tingyu sneered when she watched her put Snow Snow down, as if he didn't even look at it.
"That's good?"
"It's just paying back your meal. What do you little girl think to much?"
Xie Tingyu looked at the little village girl's face with a slightly longing and stunned expression, a little hard to say.
Ye Qingshui nodded hard, patted her chest and said, "I didn't think much, but I don't like the taste of owing money."
She was afraid that Xie Tingyu would stare at her with that strange look. natural.
Ye Qingshui added another sentence: "Don't worry, I really won't rely on you again. I now prefer a masculine man."
After listening, The expression on Xie Tingyu face became more complicated.
Ye Qingshui remembered something and asked Xie Tingyu: "Your foreign car, when you don't use it, can I borrow it from you ?"
A foreign car is a bicycle, and it is a very important means of transportation in this age of underdeveloped transportation.
As the only man in the brigade who owns a foreign car, Xie Tingyu drew a string of admiring eyes every time he rode his foreign car by the side of the ridge.
Ye Qingshui has already pondered that if she wants to make money, she will have to travel to and from the black market in the county every week. It's definitely not possible to ride in a car, it's too ostentatious.
But if you walk on two legs every time, it takes a long time and it is hard to tell whoever meets on the road, and the freshness of the food will be greatly reduced.
Xie Tingyu let out an "um", without delving into the cause.
Ye Qingshui couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
...
Ye Qingshui fell asleep very early that night, and when the time came, she crept up and took out the beans freshly dried in summer from the jar.
She steamed the red, yellow and green beans, the beans that had been full of steam cracked a little, and they grew white and fat.
She began to knead the dough. The soft white and creamy dough was beaten back and forth on Ye Qingshui's hand, and the soft dough was stretched ninety or eighty eighty times.
Repeated stretches and beats maximize the strength and fragrance of the wheat.
This noodle is chewy , and the more you chew, the more fragrant it is.
This is the skill she has been practicing for thirty years. In less than ten minutes, Ye Qingshui kneaded two catties of dough.
She swiftly grinds the steamed beans with the skin into powder, puts them on the cage and steams them.
The two catties of noodles are full of moisture, and Ye Qingshui weighs them with her hands to weigh more than three catties. Tear one to taste, the rubbed sugar dough is sweet and soft, and the bean aroma is attractive. The weight of the bun is very real, bigger than a man's fist.
Ye Qingshui wrapped them in a clean white cloth and put them in a basket. This piece of cotton cloth was newly bought when she got married.
Before, Ye Qingshui wanted to use it to make a beautiful skirt, but now Ye Qingshui only wants to make money, so it is not a pity to use it to make steamed buns.
When picking up steamed buns, Ye Qingshui deliberately left a few for breakfast for the family. Although the ingredients for this kind of steamed buns are simpler, the simpler the ingredients, the more it can test the skill, and the fragrance is also true.
Ye Qingshui carefully paced and rode on Xie Tingyu's foreign car. The morning dew wetted her cloth shoes. She bit the only flashlight in the house and stepped on the car unskillfully.
After more than an hour, Ye Qingshui came to the black market alley hidden deep near the state-owned hotel.
When she hurriedly rode a foreign car past the restaurant, she smelled its fragrant meat, and her dog's nose also smelled the spices used in the meat.
That was the smell of inferior five-spice powder, Ye Qingshui was a bit disdainful, but her stomach that hadn't seen oily water for a long time was already greedy.
Ye Qingshui has never come to the black market to sell things. When she was a poor girl in a ravine in her last life, she was especially disciplined and law-abiding, and she hated this kind of speculative behavior.
Now that she came to the black market, she was nervous and trembling.
She noticed that everyone's steps were light and flamboyant, and the speculative men occasionally glanced at the alley, and things were packed so that they could easily run away at any time. This nervous and cautious atmosphere infected Ye Qingshui.
She put the buns in the back seat of the bicycle, thinking about it, and smearing her face with dust.
This act of her made the uncle next to him burst into laughter.
"Big sister, don't worry. The police didn't check our street recently."
"What are you selling?" His eyes fell on Ye Qingshui's bulging package.
After Ye Qingshui took out the kettle and washed her hands clean, she slowly untied the cotton cloth wrapped in the bun.
The bad guy who was worried about being robbed of the business, his heart fell back in his stomach.
He happily said: "Big girl, have you seen it over there? It is a state-owned restaurant. Your steamed buns are made of flowers, and can they be better than the meat buns in state-owned restaurants?"
He sells his own chicken and duck eggs, but there are more eggs, a full basket. It looks a bit like "cutting the tail of socialism."
Ye Qingshui didn't speak, she took out a steamed bun, which looked unremarkable, but it smelled delicious.
But the scent can't spread too far, and not many people come to buy things in the alley.
The young man probably stayed there all night and couldn’t find anyone to speak.
He was so bored that his mouth kept chattering, and he spared no effort to teach Ye Qingshui.
"The bun looks good, but what's the use? A vegetarian bun? The meat buns at the state-owned restaurant are so fragrant that they can be sold out."
Ye Qingshui raised his head and looked at the sky. It was getting late, and she couldn't stay for too long.
Not far from here is a textile factory with a lot of workers. Most people who didn't eat breakfast in the morning were willing to go to state-run restaurants.
Ye Qingshui thought for a while and wanted to wrap the buns in paper, grabbed a child who looked clever and gave the buns to him, and she talked to him a lot.
The child's eyes were dark and bright, and he nodded suddenly.
Ye Qingshui told him: "You just eat it, don't say anything else." The young man thought that Ye Qingshui was so shocked that she was about to clean up her stall and go home.
The buns were given away for nothing. He thought that the woman was A material that is inherently unsuitable for business, a soft-hearted and thin-skinned face, and can't afford to lose her face. How dare to earn this life-saving money?
"Buns are also expensive food anyway, and it is better to take them home and eat them yourself than to give them to others."
Ye Qingshui sat down and closed hrr eyes to rest, completely ignoring the endless chatter in her ears.
During the time she closed her eyes and rested, she almost went looking for this bun outside.
The hurried passers-by on the road, the cultural people who rushed to the state-owned restaurant to eat, the workers about to go to work, the housewife who had just bought vegetables and meat from the store, can smell a sweet smell when passing by the little boy. . The way he ate the buns was very cheerful and exaggerated.
Every movement of him seemed to be deliberately slowed down for half a beat, and his thin thumb picked up the bun and gently tore it open.
After a pause for a few seconds, the light green bean paste slowly flowed out, and at that moment the fragrance of the beans rubbed the wheaten of the bread.
He sniffed for a long time, bathing everyone's gaze, and in a gesture of hatred, he bit the bun happily, squinting and enjoying it as if he had eaten dragon liver and phoenix marrow. Smelling the scent, but still can't eat it, the passerby was so envious.
A passerby asked him where the bun was, but he rolled his eyes and didn't respond.
Ask one more question, and he will continue to eat buns in another place.
This time he ate red bean paste buns again. Continue to tear open the skin of the buns in slow motion...
The mellow and white buns are reflected in the faint moonlight, and one by one is like falling snow in winter.
Round and lovely, every pleat is delicate and seductive. This is just like a bun in a state-run hotel. The guests who have just walked out of the state-run hotel turned to look at the bun in their own hands, and wanted to throw them away.
In the alleys of the black market, the young man still spared no effort to make things happen with Ye Qingshui.
He said: "You want to sell your buns, you can't just stand up. I'll teach you— don't be embarrassed... "
These words have not been finished yet, one, two, three, four, five. Someone found Ye Qingshui's stall.
"Hey, it turns out that this steamed bun is here."
" People are anxious looking for it . It's so fragrant. I've never eaten such a fragrant steamed bun."
"Sister, how do you sell this steamed bun?"
Every word that the young man want to said to her is swallowed back by the young man.
Ye Qingshui's face suddenly smiled again, she stood up and said softly and sweetly: "Five cents for four, three cities and two food stamps. If there is no food stamp, meat stamps are fine. Four Two meat tickets for one city."
The steamed buns made by her are thicker than those of state-run restaurants and have cores. The bean paste is made to be moist and viscous, like quicksand, sweet and soft, and the price is nearly half cheaper.
Three catties of steamed buns were still hot and sold out in less than half an hour.
Ye Qingshui was too busy to count the banknotes in her hand.
Ye Qingshui, who had sold out the buns, said to the young man in turn.
"You want to sell your eggs, it won't work. I'll teach you-- "
The Young man felt a little painful.
Ye Qingshui pursed her lips and smiled, "You just sell me the eggs."
The author has something to say:
Little Theater:
Shui Ya: I never told you that I made you so hate!
Child: "..."
with a dumbfounded look.
When eating and broadcasting the performances in the cold wind, his heart frantically swept by the screen:
delicious, delicious, delicious!
Why don't you let me finish eating such a delicious thing, and shed tears of conscientiousness?
After eating, Xie Tingyu felt very happy.
However, Ye Qingshui became entangled. She counted the meager "deposits" in her hand. Faced with the big money Xie Tingyu,
she took out the Snow Frost that Xie Tingyu bought during the day and put it on his desk.
"I don't have any money for you, so let's give it back to you."
Xie Tingyu seemed to be the first time saw such a sincere person. It is hard to imagine that she would design to rely on him.
Some time ago, she could not wait to see an educated youth point to see him, and he turned his face flushed when he looked back. Don't even need his things now?
The consciousness of this thought is still quite fast. But Xie Tingyu's mood is a bit complicated. Soon he thought, what is her mind, what does he care about?
Xie Tingyu put his hands on the back of his head, and said lightly: "If I give it to you, just take it."
"Today's fried rice is quite delicious. From now on, these will be counted as my food expenses."
Xie Tingyu's taste is still quite picky, he It's not that he hasn't eaten delicious things. He has even touched his mouth in famous restaurants in Kyoto. Ye Qingshui's cooking is quite delicious, with a special taste.
"Forget it." She touched her face, "After I save enough money to buy it for myself, you don't need to be so good to me."
Ye Qingshui's skin is still very good, so let her go. Mother, it's white if you cover it in winter. There is no need to waste skin care products. When she was thirty in her last life, some people still said that she looked like a little girl in seventeen or eighteen. The powder is soft and white, like a girl raised by a beautiful landscape.
It's too stubborn now. It was summer when she worked hard and got sunburned.
Ye Qingshui looked down at him sleeping on the floor, his messy black hair was no longer as fresh and neat as the day, with a touch of washed wetness, the cotton collar was opened a bit, reflecting the soft white of the moonlight . The expression on his face was a little unhappy.
Rao was Ye Qingshui, who was tenderly painted by the old cucumber, and couldn't help but take a few more glances. Xie Tingyu is really good, although it's not her taste anymore.
But Ye Qingshui couldn't help thinking: If her child had a chance to be born, it would be very beautiful.
That was after Xie Tingyu's drunkenness and chaos after the college entrance examination.
Maybe he didn't even know about it. After so many years, Ye Qingshui still had a hard time forgetting the cub who had been with her for three months. If she was a little more cautious at that time, it would be able to look at the world.
Xie Tingyu sneered when she watched her put Snow Snow down, as if he didn't even look at it.
"That's good?"
"It's just paying back your meal. What do you little girl think to much?"
Xie Tingyu looked at the little village girl's face with a slightly longing and stunned expression, a little hard to say.
Ye Qingshui nodded hard, patted her chest and said, "I didn't think much, but I don't like the taste of owing money."
She was afraid that Xie Tingyu would stare at her with that strange look. natural.
Ye Qingshui added another sentence: "Don't worry, I really won't rely on you again. I now prefer a masculine man."
After listening, The expression on Xie Tingyu face became more complicated.
Ye Qingshui remembered something and asked Xie Tingyu: "Your foreign car, when you don't use it, can I borrow it from you ?"
A foreign car is a bicycle, and it is a very important means of transportation in this age of underdeveloped transportation.
As the only man in the brigade who owns a foreign car, Xie Tingyu drew a string of admiring eyes every time he rode his foreign car by the side of the ridge.
Ye Qingshui has already pondered that if she wants to make money, she will have to travel to and from the black market in the county every week. It's definitely not possible to ride in a car, it's too ostentatious.
But if you walk on two legs every time, it takes a long time and it is hard to tell whoever meets on the road, and the freshness of the food will be greatly reduced.
Xie Tingyu let out an "um", without delving into the cause.
Ye Qingshui couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
...
Ye Qingshui fell asleep very early that night, and when the time came, she crept up and took out the beans freshly dried in summer from the jar.
She steamed the red, yellow and green beans, the beans that had been full of steam cracked a little, and they grew white and fat.
She began to knead the dough. The soft white and creamy dough was beaten back and forth on Ye Qingshui's hand, and the soft dough was stretched ninety or eighty eighty times.
Repeated stretches and beats maximize the strength and fragrance of the wheat.
This noodle is chewy , and the more you chew, the more fragrant it is.
This is the skill she has been practicing for thirty years. In less than ten minutes, Ye Qingshui kneaded two catties of dough.
She swiftly grinds the steamed beans with the skin into powder, puts them on the cage and steams them.
The two catties of noodles are full of moisture, and Ye Qingshui weighs them with her hands to weigh more than three catties. Tear one to taste, the rubbed sugar dough is sweet and soft, and the bean aroma is attractive. The weight of the bun is very real, bigger than a man's fist.
Ye Qingshui wrapped them in a clean white cloth and put them in a basket. This piece of cotton cloth was newly bought when she got married.
Before, Ye Qingshui wanted to use it to make a beautiful skirt, but now Ye Qingshui only wants to make money, so it is not a pity to use it to make steamed buns.
When picking up steamed buns, Ye Qingshui deliberately left a few for breakfast for the family. Although the ingredients for this kind of steamed buns are simpler, the simpler the ingredients, the more it can test the skill, and the fragrance is also true.
Ye Qingshui carefully paced and rode on Xie Tingyu's foreign car. The morning dew wetted her cloth shoes. She bit the only flashlight in the house and stepped on the car unskillfully.
After more than an hour, Ye Qingshui came to the black market alley hidden deep near the state-owned hotel.
When she hurriedly rode a foreign car past the restaurant, she smelled its fragrant meat, and her dog's nose also smelled the spices used in the meat.
That was the smell of inferior five-spice powder, Ye Qingshui was a bit disdainful, but her stomach that hadn't seen oily water for a long time was already greedy.
Ye Qingshui has never come to the black market to sell things. When she was a poor girl in a ravine in her last life, she was especially disciplined and law-abiding, and she hated this kind of speculative behavior.
Now that she came to the black market, she was nervous and trembling.
She noticed that everyone's steps were light and flamboyant, and the speculative men occasionally glanced at the alley, and things were packed so that they could easily run away at any time. This nervous and cautious atmosphere infected Ye Qingshui.
She put the buns in the back seat of the bicycle, thinking about it, and smearing her face with dust.
This act of her made the uncle next to him burst into laughter.
"Big sister, don't worry. The police didn't check our street recently."
"What are you selling?" His eyes fell on Ye Qingshui's bulging package.
After Ye Qingshui took out the kettle and washed her hands clean, she slowly untied the cotton cloth wrapped in the bun.
The bad guy who was worried about being robbed of the business, his heart fell back in his stomach.
He happily said: "Big girl, have you seen it over there? It is a state-owned restaurant. Your steamed buns are made of flowers, and can they be better than the meat buns in state-owned restaurants?"
He sells his own chicken and duck eggs, but there are more eggs, a full basket. It looks a bit like "cutting the tail of socialism."
Ye Qingshui didn't speak, she took out a steamed bun, which looked unremarkable, but it smelled delicious.
But the scent can't spread too far, and not many people come to buy things in the alley.
The young man probably stayed there all night and couldn’t find anyone to speak.
He was so bored that his mouth kept chattering, and he spared no effort to teach Ye Qingshui.
"The bun looks good, but what's the use? A vegetarian bun? The meat buns at the state-owned restaurant are so fragrant that they can be sold out."
Ye Qingshui raised his head and looked at the sky. It was getting late, and she couldn't stay for too long.
Not far from here is a textile factory with a lot of workers. Most people who didn't eat breakfast in the morning were willing to go to state-run restaurants.
Ye Qingshui thought for a while and wanted to wrap the buns in paper, grabbed a child who looked clever and gave the buns to him, and she talked to him a lot.
The child's eyes were dark and bright, and he nodded suddenly.
Ye Qingshui told him: "You just eat it, don't say anything else." The young man thought that Ye Qingshui was so shocked that she was about to clean up her stall and go home.
The buns were given away for nothing. He thought that the woman was A material that is inherently unsuitable for business, a soft-hearted and thin-skinned face, and can't afford to lose her face. How dare to earn this life-saving money?
"Buns are also expensive food anyway, and it is better to take them home and eat them yourself than to give them to others."
Ye Qingshui sat down and closed hrr eyes to rest, completely ignoring the endless chatter in her ears.
During the time she closed her eyes and rested, she almost went looking for this bun outside.
The hurried passers-by on the road, the cultural people who rushed to the state-owned restaurant to eat, the workers about to go to work, the housewife who had just bought vegetables and meat from the store, can smell a sweet smell when passing by the little boy. . The way he ate the buns was very cheerful and exaggerated.
Every movement of him seemed to be deliberately slowed down for half a beat, and his thin thumb picked up the bun and gently tore it open.
After a pause for a few seconds, the light green bean paste slowly flowed out, and at that moment the fragrance of the beans rubbed the wheaten of the bread.
He sniffed for a long time, bathing everyone's gaze, and in a gesture of hatred, he bit the bun happily, squinting and enjoying it as if he had eaten dragon liver and phoenix marrow. Smelling the scent, but still can't eat it, the passerby was so envious.
A passerby asked him where the bun was, but he rolled his eyes and didn't respond.
Ask one more question, and he will continue to eat buns in another place.
This time he ate red bean paste buns again. Continue to tear open the skin of the buns in slow motion...
The mellow and white buns are reflected in the faint moonlight, and one by one is like falling snow in winter.
Round and lovely, every pleat is delicate and seductive. This is just like a bun in a state-run hotel. The guests who have just walked out of the state-run hotel turned to look at the bun in their own hands, and wanted to throw them away.
In the alleys of the black market, the young man still spared no effort to make things happen with Ye Qingshui.
He said: "You want to sell your buns, you can't just stand up. I'll teach you— don't be embarrassed... "
These words have not been finished yet, one, two, three, four, five. Someone found Ye Qingshui's stall.
"Hey, it turns out that this steamed bun is here."
" People are anxious looking for it . It's so fragrant. I've never eaten such a fragrant steamed bun."
"Sister, how do you sell this steamed bun?"
Every word that the young man want to said to her is swallowed back by the young man.
Ye Qingshui's face suddenly smiled again, she stood up and said softly and sweetly: "Five cents for four, three cities and two food stamps. If there is no food stamp, meat stamps are fine. Four Two meat tickets for one city."
The steamed buns made by her are thicker than those of state-run restaurants and have cores. The bean paste is made to be moist and viscous, like quicksand, sweet and soft, and the price is nearly half cheaper.
Three catties of steamed buns were still hot and sold out in less than half an hour.
Ye Qingshui was too busy to count the banknotes in her hand.
Ye Qingshui, who had sold out the buns, said to the young man in turn.
"You want to sell your eggs, it won't work. I'll teach you-- "
The Young man felt a little painful.
Ye Qingshui pursed her lips and smiled, "You just sell me the eggs."
The author has something to say:
Little Theater:
Shui Ya: I never told you that I made you so hate!
Child: "..."
with a dumbfounded look.
When eating and broadcasting the performances in the cold wind, his heart frantically swept by the screen:
delicious, delicious, delicious!
Why don't you let me finish eating such a delicious thing, and shed tears of conscientiousness?
