My 1991

The principal is a strong-willed intellectual and an old man who is about to retire. He is not afraid of power at all. In front of all the teachers and students of the school, he suddenly made a warning and invited Meng Qingshui to the command podium under the national flag. I stood there all morning.

After this incident, Meng Qingshui, who was ashamed to meet others, transferred school angrily to the junior high school of No. 1 Middle School in the city.

Unexpectedly, two years later, Lu An was admitted to the No. 1 Middle School in the county with a score of 5th in the county. They were in the same school again, and they met again. It truly demonstrated that enemies do not always get together.

It was already evening when we returned to Guifei Lane.

The bloody sunset hangs on the horizon, and the sunset glow is infinitely messy. There were several little kids in the alley who were beaten until they screamed.

The two of them did not go home directly, but went to the vegetable market first.

Remembering what he said when he entered the auditorium, Meng Qingchi walked straight to the place where the meat was sold.

At this moment, there was not much meat on the cutting boards of several butchers, and it was very fragmentary. Meng Qingchi compared the meat carefully and chose a butcher shop with the best quality.

Question: "How to sell this meat?"

The old man took a sip from his dry pipe and replied: "Lean meat costs three yuan per catty, and fat meat costs two and a half yuan."

Meng Qingchi reached out and picked up a piece of lean meat, brought it to the tip of his nose and smelled it.

The old man said: "Don't worry, girl, this is a pig that was killed this morning, not overnight meat."

Meng Qingchi put down the meat: "It's time to close the stall and order it. It's cheaper."

The old man knew her. After thinking about it, he lowered his voice and said, "Those who are fat or thin will be sold to you for 2 yuan a pound. Don't tell anyone about it."

Meng Qingchi smiled and nodded, putting aside the meat he just picked, and then took a small piece of pork belly for refining oil.

The old man weighed the weights and counted: "2 catties, 3 taels, 4.6 yuan, you can count 4.5 yuan."

After paying the money, she bought two kinds of green and red peppers, a pound of eggs, and some garlic sprouts.

Lu An followed behind, looking at the meat and green and red peppers in his hands. His body, which had been greedy for meat for too long, suddenly felt an instinctive desire. For a while, an inexplicable emotion spread in his heart, and his eyes were wet.

If his former self were left alone, he would be reluctant to buy meat no matter what, his family was in a terrible situation, and his elder sister and younger sister were still suffering. How could he enjoy it alone? If you really can't stand it anymore, at least buy a 15 cent piece of tofu and fry it until golden on both sides to satisfy your craving.

Entering the yard, Meng Qingchi walked to the kitchen and ordered him: "Go and get your best cucumber, my sister loves it."

"Okay."

Lu An put the vegetables on the ground and went to pick two of the best-looking cucumbers.

I say in my heart that good food goes with a beautiful woman. If you two idiots can get into Sister Qingchi's belly, it is also a blessing gained from past lives and this life. The merits are immeasurable. Let's continue to make cucumbers in the next life.

Although Meng Qingchi was born in a wealthy family, her cooking skills are no worse than those of housewives who work in the kitchen all year round.

The pig skin was rubbed repeatedly in the hot iron pot, giving off a sizzling burnt smell. Then, when the kitchen knife was scraped and the water was washed, it suddenly became bright and shiny.

Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and she said she wanted to make it more sumptuous, so she made three dishes: stir-fried pork with green and red peppers, egg drop soup, and cucumber patties.

Seeing that the New Year's dishes were about to be prepared, Lu installed a full bowl of rice. When he sat down, he broke open his chopsticks and started eating.

It's embarrassing to talk about it. In his previous life, he was not very short of money and was tired of eating meat. But when I see meat in this life, my eyes light up green and I can't help but secretly swallow my saliva, damn it! This thin body needs a full meal.

Meng Qingchi didn't eat much, and he wasn't very hungry after lunch. After eating two symbolic pieces of meat, he set his sights on cucumbers.

While he was stuttering reservedly, he praised him: "Your skills in patting cucumbers are better today than before. I will teach you to my god sister later."

Lu An raised his head and took a look, opened his chopsticks to pick up a large piece of meat, then lowered his head and continued to cook.

Since his father and Uncle Meng were close friends, Lu An and Meng Qingchi had known each other since they were children and were familiar with each other's temperaments. At this time, facing such a large plate of meat, he was too lazy to pretend to be polite.

Does the beauty look good? Does it look good? Can the beauty be eaten now? If not, then it would be better to make a meal.

After taking three mouthfuls of rice and eating four chopsticks of meat, he burped and said with satisfaction:

"Forget it. Sister Qingchi, your hands are precious. From now on, if you want to eat some, just say hello to me and I will come over at any time of the day or night."

Meng Qingchi smiled and looked at him for a while, "You seem to have changed. Your mouth is sweeter than before today."

They are all reborn, but they have changed.

Knowing his own affairs, Lu An said in a confused way: "It's not that I have changed, but that I am happy when I see you."

Meng Qingchi said: "You have changed very well. If you keep doing this every day, I won't be so worried about you."

In order to eat meat, Lu An shamelessly added: "Then you should come and see me more often. It would be better if you bring a piece of meat along the way."

After saying that, he stood up, filled a bowl of rice, and continued to build.

Yi Diepai ate half of the cucumber, and then Meng Qingchi put down his chopsticks and watched him eat quietly.

Lu An quickly finished making another bowl of rice, and when he was about to drink egg drop soup, he asked her, "Would you like some too?"

Meng Qingchi did not refuse and put the white porcelain bowl in front of him: "Not too much."

He scooped out a small half of the bowl for her, and then Lu An started eating with the soup and the bowl, without restraint, it felt great.

With two bowls of rice and one bowl of soup, Lu An looked at the remaining half bowl of meat and gave up on eating it all in one go. He planned to hoist it to the patio and save it for noodles tomorrow.

It's not that he can't finish it. It's two kilograms of meat. It's easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it's hard to go from luxury to frugality. He's afraid he'll want to eat it again tomorrow.

After dinner, the time quietly came to 6:30, and the sky gradually became dim.

Lu An asked tentatively: "Are you going to spend the night here tonight?"

Meng Qingchi shook his head: "Dad will be back today. I have something to ask him about."

After hearing this, Lu An stood up, found a short steel bar and put it in his schoolbag, and said to her, "I'll give it to you."

Baoqing has always been known as the "bandit city" and its folk customs are fierce. These days, the bloody masses never know how to write the word "cowardice". It is common for them to punch to the flesh when they disagree.

If you see two groups of people chasing each other with weapons on the street, there is no need to be surprised. This is a folk custom.

It is precisely because of this that Lu An, who had fought, fought, and suffered hardships, maintained the habit of practicing boxing and kicking kung fu throughout his life.

Guifei Lane is some distance away from the family building of the Municipal People's Hospital. Meng Qingchi originally wanted to take a taxi, but after waiting at the entrance of the alley for a long time, there was no taxi.

Lu An said: "Sister Qingchi, please wait, I will borrow a bicycle from my classmate to send you off."

Meng Qingchi stopped him: "No, you can walk back with me. We just finished eating, so it's time to take a walk to eat."

"Okay, it's up to you." Lu An weighed it and replied.

Bicycles these days are equivalent to family cars in later generations. Every family treasures them very much, so he doesn't force it.