Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

Although he concluded that she had changed her soul, he didn't know what her feelings were towards Song Yanmin. Although he has no love or even expectations for the original Xia Mingshuang, his wife has always cared about another man, and no matter how generous a man is, it is impossible not to mind.

What's more, he admires and likes Xia Mingshuang now, so naturally he doesn't want her to like Song Yanmin too.

He stood there quietly, with an expression of indifference and alienation, like a flower on a high mountain in the snowfield. There was no trace of fireworks, but he felt sour in his heart that only he knew.

Song Yanmin chatted with Xia Mingshuang for a while, and then greeted Gu Yunshan, "Gu Gong, are you going home for the New Year?"

Gu Yunshan nodded slightly, "I will definitely go home to celebrate the New Year this year."

Song Yanmin smiled at Xia Mingshuang and said, "Since Gu Gong is at home, can I deliver this batch of candies and fruits myself?"

In the past, in order to avoid suspicion, he always asked Brother Xia to send it here.

Xia Mingshuang: "Of course you can if you have time. If I'm not at home, you can leave it to my third sister. She understands."

Song Yanmin agreed. When he saw the children and Sister Gu coming over with steamed buns and fried dough sticks, he took out a few flower heads from his pocket and handed them to Xia Mingshuang, "Give them to Miao Miao. If any of you can make them, you can give them to me. One You can earn at least one point, and if it’s complicated, you can earn five cents.”

Even if it’s just a few cents, the profit is already considerable.

Xia Mingshuang is very interested. If she doesn't do it, Minghui doesn't have time, but the third sister can.

She took it and casually took a hairpin with a small red gauze flower for Miaomiao to clip on her hair.

Third Sister Gu said, "How about this one made of wool?"

Xia Mingshuang taught her how to use stick stitches and crochet hooks, as well as the structural proportions of knitting sweaters, scarves, etc. After Gu Sanjie learned it, she figured it out on her own. She wanted to use crochet hooks to crochet hairbands and headbands for Miao Miao, as well as double hook slippers for Xia Ming. wear.

Third Sister Gu is not a very smart person. If she is asked to study the stitches for knitting sweaters out of thin air, she will not know how to do it. However, she is patient and likes to think about it after learning it. She can use the existing stitches to make different things.

Song Yanmin smiled and said: "Of course, third sister, just do it and give it to me to try when the time comes."

Third Sister Gu was very happy. As long as she didn't drag down Xia Mingshuang and her eldest brother and didn't get freebies, of course she would be happy to do it.

Xia Mingshuang invited Song Yanmin to eat steamed buns with them, but Song Yanmin declined.

Song Yanmin: "I've had breakfast and I'm still rushing to run, so I won't delay you."

He said goodbye and hurriedly left with his things on his back.

Xia Ming watched him leave and said to Third Sister Gu, "Song Yanmin is quite powerful."

Although he never said how he did business, Xia Mingshuang guessed that he had established connections with the county and the Red Sleeve Bands would not arrest him.

Speculation these days is not a glorious thing, but a despised behavior. City citizens and rural commune members all look down on speculators, thinking that they are bastards and not doing their jobs properly.

So even though they can make money by doing business secretly, many people don’t dare, are unwilling or disdain to do it.

This is easy to understand. To do business secretly in this era is to follow the path of capitalism, which means you will have your tail cut off. This is contrary to the long-term propaganda policy and is almost the same as the treatment of pornography, gambling and drugs in modern society.

Fight hard!

Not to mention that now, even in the 80s and early 90s, small businesses and stalls are looked down upon.

We would rather have the grass of socialism than the seedlings of capitalism; we would rather have an iron rice bowl than a golden abacus.

Xia Mingshuang gave several flower heads to Sister Gu and asked her to go home and study them. Then she would design them better and sell them better.

There is a stall with a straw shed right outside the state-owned hotel. A man in his forties is selling soy milk and bean curd over a stove. On the surface, it belongs to a state-owned hotel. Anyone with a discerning eye will know that they are connected to the state-owned hotel and set up a stall here openly and want to give the hotel boss a commission.

Gu Yunshan led them to sit down at the stall, bought a few bowls of soy milk and bean curd, which were more expensive without food stamps, and ate steamed buns and fried dough sticks. The third sister was reluctant to part with the money and food stamps, and the steamed buns and fried dough sticks she bought were not enough to eat. of.

It's very cold in winter, but the thatched shed blocks the wind, and there's a stove, and it's not bad to have hot soy milk and tofu pudding.

At this time, the employees of the state-owned hotel came out and hung up a small blackboard, which read: Braised noodles, cabbage and shredded pork noodles, three delicacies dumplings, and braised potato and chicken nuggets are available today.

Erzhuang looked at the small blackboard, swallowed hard, causing the little Zaizai to also stare, and then read out in a soft and sweet voice.

Xiao Zaizai: "What is Braised Noodles? Is it delicious?"

Erzhuang: "It's the noodles made by my mother, with pork stir-fry sauce on top, right?"

Xia Mingshuang smiled and said, "Yes."

Gu Yunshan looked at the buns and fried dough sticks he bought on the table. He estimated that they would be enough for everyone. He said, "If you want to eat, go buy a bowl and let everyone have a try."

Third Sister Gu was anxious, "Brother, don't buy it. There are so many steamed buns, fried dough sticks, and noodles that you can't eat. If you want to eat them, I'll roll them for you when you go home. Don't look at the grandeur of the restaurant, but it's actually not as good as what your mother makes. It’s delicious. Let’s just talk about this bun, right?”

These days, restaurants don’t make steamed stuffed buns with pure meat fillings. They have radish and tofu mixed in. Anyway, they are not as tasty as Xia Ming’s Shuangtiao fillings.

I don’t have that much oil at home, so I don’t fry fried dough sticks. If I fry them, they won’t be as delicious as Ming Shuang’s.

Although it was Gu Yunshan and Xia Mingshuang's money, Third Sister Gu also sincerely saved money for them.

Miaomiao also agreed with Sangu's words, "The food here is definitely not as delicious as my mother's."

Mainly because the noodles are too expensive!

A bowl of noodles actually costs [-] taels of food stamps and [-] cents!

Even if you add a little bit of diced pork, is it necessary to be so expensive? I can make two big bowls at home.

Erzhuang suddenly became a little willful and kept staring at the saliva, as if he must try it today.

No matter how much Third Sister Gu coaxes her, he refuses to give up.

Third Sister Gu gave Xia Mingshuang a wink and told Guan Guan Erzhuang. There were both steamed buns and deep-fried dough sticks, so how could he be greedy?

What kind of family are you eating meat buns and fried dough sticks but also want braised noodles?

Xia Mingshuang actually didn't care. She was a modern soul. Not only did her child want a bowl of braised noodles, but he also wanted to eat braised pork. She agreed. After all, she was not someone who treated her badly just to save money in her previous life.

However, she respects the third sister. The third sister will live with them in the future and has the right to restrain the children. If she goes against the third sister every time, the third sister will definitely feel that she is not respected and redundant.

Before she could speak, Gu Yunshan said: "I haven't eaten enough either, so why don't I buy two bowls of noodles." He raised his hand to look at his watch and looked at the third sister: "This way we won't eat at noon, and we can wait until we get home. have dinner?"

Hearing what he said, although Third Sister Gu felt distressed, she did not object anymore.

Xia Mingshuang gave the children money and food stamps and asked them to communicate with the waiter. She actually wanted to see their jokes, because state-owned restaurants are very rigid and do not open until lunch time, at least until 11 o'clock. OK.

After a while, Miao Miao came back with her little Zaizai and said with a smile: "The master is making noodles in the back kitchen. My brother and Er Zhuang have never seen him before, so they insist on staying to visit."

Xia Mingshuang: "?" This kid is so capable.