Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

After walking around the cafeteria, I found that most people bought yellow flour steamed buns, and the cheapest but roughest and hard to swallow black sorghum flour cakes, which were served with pickles or sauces they brought with them.

Only a few people can afford white flour buns and rice.

The dishes in the window were all bland, with a long line forming for the cheapest pickled cabbage.

The big pot meals in the cafeteria were far inferior to those at home. The three of them looked listless and almost fainted.

Yang Qingdai’s biggest hobby is all kinds of delicious food, and Qu Dongdong is essentially a foodie.

Not to mention Qu Mei, the "big boss" who seems a bit out of touch with the world.

"Daidai, Dongdong, how about I take you outside to see if there is anything else delicious?"

It's pitch black, and there's not a speck of oil on it. How are these two kids going to survive at school in the future?

Qu Mei was very worried about the future lives of the two children.

Yang Qingdai was at ease. "It's okay, Aunt Qu. Look, aren't there braised pork and other things over there? Anyway, it's not bad. Sooner or later, we will have to get used to the food in the cafeteria. We can't eat in state-owned restaurants every day, right? Landlords don't have the money to eat out every day."

Qu Dongdong, who had eaten half-cooked meals in the Youth House, was even more anxious. "Yes, mother, don't we still have rice? It seems that the window over there can also cook vegetables. You can accompany me and sister Qingdai to experience a college meal."

Qu Mei tapped their foreheads unhappily, "You two are the only ones who can talk."

After their persistent persuasion, Qu Mei finally gave in and ordered twice-cooked pork, bacon with garlic sprouts, and scrambled eggs with tomatoes at the cooking window. She also ordered a portion of sauerkraut and pork ribs, and two taels of rice for the three of them to eat together.

"Wow, Aunt Qu is really generous." She looked at Qu Meimeng with sparkling eyes, "She is beautiful and generous, no wonder Sister Dongdong wakes up laughing in her dreams."

Yang Qingdai's exaggerated and naughty look made Qu Mei unable to help but pinch her face.

Qu Dongdong's eyes lingered on the disheveled "uncle" who had just entered the cafeteria and asked blankly, "When did I wake up from my dream with laughter?"

Yang Qingdai: ...Has Qu Dongdong’s sense of humor disappeared?

Qu Mei noticed that Qu Dongdong was unusual. She followed her gaze and her delicate and pretty face suddenly drooped.

"Dongdong, what are you looking at?"

Even Yang Qingdai could hear the displeasure in his tone.

"Ah?" Qu Dongdong came back to his senses with an innocent look on his face. "No. Sister Qingdai, do you remember the sloppy uncle we saw at the door? I just saw him getting food."

Ignoring Qu Mei's increasingly ugly expression, he gestured exaggeratedly with his hands in front of his bowl, "The yellow flour buns and sorghum flour black cakes are piled high, just eat them with the salted cabbage soup!"

Yang Qingdai held her forehead with her hand, and Qu Mei's expression changed from gloomy to weird.

It seems that she is staring at someone with all her attention just because he has a big appetite and eats a lot?

"I thought you were so absorbed in looking at someone's young man that you didn't even pay attention to what we were saying, but what happened?" Yang Qingdai was so disappointed with him, "You're just staring at other people's jobs?"

Fortunately, they were all dressed decently, and it was obvious that they came from families that had not lacked food or clothing.

There was also plenty of meat and oil on the table, as well as rice. Otherwise, he would have to worry about Qu Dongdong snatching his steamed bun.

I have to tell the truth about Yang Qingdai.

Qu Dongdong's gaze was too hot, and even Wang Changqing felt uncomfortable being stared at by her. He hurried away holding the few yellow steamed buns and salted cabbage in the rice bowl.

Only then did Qu Dongdong come to his senses and talk to them.

"Nonsense," Qu Dongdong disagreed. "There's no famine right now. We're still college students. How could we possibly do something like that?"

Qu Mei gave her a piece of meat and said, "Eat more food and talk less."

Qu Dongdong: ...

Yang Qingdai smiled without saying anything. She could only say that Qu Dongdong was born at a height that many people would never be able to reach in their entire lives, so he naturally could not understand how many people were hungry and cold nowadays.

The Naxi people, who are at the bottom of society, try their best to survive just to have something to eat and drink.

They were chatting and laughing in the capital, enjoying vegetables and meat, while Yang Ziling and Chen Xiao, far away in the northwest, were gnawing on pancakes with salted potato shreds in a look of despair.

But this made Chen Xiao, a young man from Beijing, suffer a lot.

"Xiao Ziling, did you eat these in the research institute and the camp before?" Chen Xiao took a bite of pancake and a sip of water, so that he didn't suffocate.

Yang Ziling's face remained expressionless as always, and he replied coldly, "No. There is rice, soup, vegetables, and meat."

What was not mentioned was that every time he defeated the chief of staff, he would pay out of his own pocket to ask the uncle in the cafeteria to make him delicious braised pork, and if he couldn't finish it, he would bring it back to the research institute to add to the old director's dish.

Since he returned to the Northwest, the old director's biggest wish every day is for him to win a few more times, bring back the braised pork to go with his wine, and even better, bring the chef back for a meal.

I have only lived in Northwestern University for three or two days!

Chen Xiao already missed the days in Qingshan Brigade and Beijing City very much.

Crystal clear rice, rich vegetables, and plenty of meat. Why should it be so desolate as it is now?

You don't know until you go out. Once you go out, you will find that the food coupons, meat coupons and money in your pocket are not enough. No wonder Yang Qingdai would try her best to stuff tickets and money into Yang Ziling's pocket whenever he went out.

Once again, I desperately wish to have a sister or brother like Yang Qingdai who can make money and be generous.

Seeing him poking at the potato shreds, Yang Ziling couldn't help but tell him another piece of bad news, "If it's the transition period between summer and autumn, and there's sandstorms, you might even swallow a pancake with a mouthful of sand."

Chen Xiao:!!!

He turned his head mechanically and looked at Yang Ziling, "Boy Ziling, you didn't lie to me?"

Yang Ziling nodded solemnly, "Do you see the surroundings of this cafeteria? There are gaps everywhere. When the wind blows, sand will definitely come in. Outside, there is yellow sand all over the sky, which can wrap you up into a mud and sand figurine."

"Click!"

The chopsticks in his hand fell, and Chen Xiao realized that his decision to go to college in the northwest with Yang Ziling was a mistake among mistakes.

He should have stayed in the capital, or followed Zhang Daqiang and gone south with his brother.

Yang Qingdai and Tang Danni both wanted to go back to the south, but no one knew why they chose to stay in Beijing.

"Xiao Ziling, do you think I can take the exam again and go to the south with you?" Chen Xiao picked up his chopsticks and picked up a big mouthful of shredded potatoes and chewed them.

Yang Ziling said sternly, "I can't pass the exam!"