food storage house

The old street is not long, only 80 meters, and still has the atmosphere of the 80s.There are small business shops on both sides, the front shop and the back house, the building looks very old.These shops are basically engaged in the food business, so this can be regarded as a nostalgic snack street.There is a residential area nearby, the alma mater of Han Weiji and Meng Yixuan, and a primary school, and there are many office buildings on the street outside. The shopkeepers on this old street are doing their business.

Han Weiji looked around and sighed in his heart, is this the place where the girl grew up?One can imagine what kind of life she has lived since she was a child.What's more, the neighbors around here didn't look friendly either. The eyes that looked at the two of them probably had the mood of watching the excitement.

You can see the signboard of the old golden stewed vegetable shop as soon as you turn into the old street. It has just been renovated, and it looks a little too hard and gaudy.There was a man standing at the door, wearing a dirty-looking white apron, with a mask stretched under his chin, not only his mask was stretched, but his dark face was not relaxed at all, and he looked unhappy.Standing beside him was the old lady pulling the cart just now. Seeing Han Weiji and Meng Yixuan walking in, the old lady pretended to be friendly and said:

"Xiaoxuan, you're back."

"Hey, grandma, are you alright?" Meng Yixuan replied.

"Okay, okay, I can't die." The old lady's foreign accent is very strong, but the words are not complicated, and Han Weiji can barely understand.I don't know if she said this because she is not well-bred and speaks rudely, or because she wants to humiliate Meng Yixuan on purpose.

"Uncle, I'm back." After greeting the old lady, Meng Yixuan also greeted the middle-aged man in the apron and mask beside her.

"Hmm." The middle-aged man just snorted coldly.

Meng Yixuan seemed to be used to it, didn't care at all, and said:

"Then I'll go home and have a look." Then he continued to move forward.

Han Weiji didn't say a word the whole time, and followed Meng Yixuan silently.Meng Yixuan didn't introduce herself to these people, and they didn't seem to intend to ask.Just not asking doesn't mean they're not curious, Han Weiji obviously felt that all eyes were on her, even for a person like her who was used to being stared at, she felt a little uncomfortable.Because there are obviously malicious guesses in those gazes, most of them are due to the natural repulsion psychology caused by seeing her well-dressed, eye-catching, and completely unable to blend into the surroundings.

She followed Meng Yixuan and continued to walk, and found that the old lady was following her. She kept her composure, and quietly tugged at the corner of Meng Yixuan's clothes. The old lady followed them.Meng Yixuan smiled slightly and shook her head, which probably means don't care.

Soon, the shop with the signboard of "Shanxi Pastry King" came into view.At the door, a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life was fiddling with various noodles spread on the sales table.It was almost noon at this moment, and there were not many people who came to buy cakes, but it was not empty, and there were two customers who were choosing.

The man saw Meng Yixuan and Han Weiji, maybe he had been tipped off, he wasn't too surprised, but couldn't help but look at Han Weiji a few more times, and said:

"Xiaoxuan is back, your mother is inside, come in first."

Han Weiji took a look at this man, his complexion was also tanned, he was not very tall, and his facial features looked like a countryman, not really good-looking.His lips were unshaven, his eyes were bloodshot, and his speech was not as full of energy as his age, and he was a little haggard.She glanced at his legs and saw that he was standing in an awkward posture, with his center of gravity almost leaning on his left foot, so she knew that there was indeed a problem with his right leg.

This is Meng Dahai, Meng Yixuan's adoptive father. Han Weiji secretly evaluates in his heart: he is strong on the outside but capable on the inside.Now cowardly and easy to bully, he has a serious prejudice against women in his heart, but in fact he is always at the mercy of women, a typical inferiority personality, even saying he is a phoenix man is flattering him, no wonder this person will be like this in his life.

It can't be blamed that Han Weiji despised others in his heart when they met for the first time. In fact, this person doesn't have any merits worthy of her respect.Han Weiji already had preconceived prejudices against Meng Dahai, and meeting her today confirmed what she had heard before.Han Weiji has a strong personality, with clear love and hatred. She is the real self-improvement personality. People who deserve her admiration and respect must have a good attitude, and such people, let alone admiration, are not even qualified for compassion.If it weren't for the fact that he was considered a member of the hard-working people, who didn't sneak around, and relied on his own hands to support himself and his family, Han Weiji would have lost his face at this moment.

Meng Yixuan responded, and then led Han Weiji around the sales counter, into the shop, and entered the home through the shop's inner door.When Han Weiji passed by the shop, he looked around. There was a stove specially used for pancakes, a chopping board covered with flour, a large drawer set high, a large red pot for stuffing, and a large pot for boiling soybean milk. .No matter which utensil it is, it has been used out of date, and it can be seen that it has passed the age.The hygienic conditions really make people a little worried. It's winter and it's not bad. When it's summer, won't mosquitos fly around?

Han Weiji committed an occupational disease again. As soon as he entered the kitchen of a restaurant, he would subconsciously check the quality of kitchen utensils and hygienic conditions.

It's just that she didn't have the interest to criticize the old Meng's shop for not doing well. At this moment, she has followed Meng Yixuan into the Meng's house.This old house does not have a formal entrance to welcome guests. Once you enter the inner door, there is a small hall. This small hall is also a living room, a dining room, and a kitchen. Just hope for everything.There is also no changing of shoes in this house, you can enter directly while wearing outer shoes.

At the moment, there is a middle-aged woman in the living room who is cooking and preparing lunch. The Meng family’s kitchen is actually a small gas stove, which is set on a high table and placed against the southeast corner of the living room.An exhaust fan was installed on the wall above the stove, and it was turned on at the moment, whistling to exhaust the oily fume from cooking outside the house.

The middle-aged woman was wearing a fancy sweater and a down vest, her hair was dyed in a rustic way, and it was curly like an afro.She is obese, and her legs are so thick that she is still wearing tight plaid pants, which are so stretched on her body that it is unsightly.

When she saw Meng Yixuan walking in, she opened her voice and shouted:

"You little..."

Before finishing speaking, seeing Han Weiji behind him, the words got stuck in his throat, and after a moment of amazement, his face showed resentment.Xindao: Well, you little red guy, you really brought someone back.Don't think that if you bring an outsider here, I won't dare to do anything to you. I haven't settled the debt with you last time.

So she rolled her eyes, and continued to cook, without looking at Meng Yixuan and Han Weiji, and said in a strange way:

"Yo, who is this? Why don't you introduce me?"

Meng Yixuan is here today to beg for help. Although she is not in a good mood at the moment, she doesn't intend to argue with this woman, so she said:

"This is my boss, her surname is Han."

"Oh, so it's the boss, where do you work now?" Since Meng Yixuan hadn't contacted Lao Meng's family for a long time, Lao Meng Yixuan only knew that her previous job as a cleaner was blown up, and she didn't know anything about the rest.

"Our boss opened a Japanese restaurant called Shizang, and I worked as a waiter there." Meng Yixuan replied.

"Japanese restaurant?" It wasn't just unintentional or intentional, Jinfeng repeated Meng Yixuan's words with a questioning tone, and then asked: "Is this Boss Han Japanese?"

Han Weiji was evaluating Jinfeng secretly, hearing her question, before Meng Yixuan could answer, she said to herself:

"I am Chinese."

"Oh." Jin Feng listened to her well-spoken mandarin, and responded, and then said nothing, not knowing what she meant.

There was a choking smell in the room. Today, Lao Meng’s lunch was out of the pan, and there was only one dish—scrambled eggs with green onions.Although Jinfeng is a native of Shanghai, he has strong tastes. He has lived with Lao Meng's family from the north all year round, and has developed a habit of heavy oil and salt in cooking.In addition, the kitchen utensils in this house are simple, and the pot is the most common black iron pot. When the pot is choked, oily smoke rises, and she sprinkles onions, ginger and garlic recklessly. When a dish is cooked, the house is full of that smell, Han Wei Ji frowned.

"Lao Meng! It's time to eat!" Jinfeng shouted to the shop outside, and then put the plate of vegetables on the table with a "snap", picked out two bowls, filled them, and served them separately.That means, it probably means that they don't plan to invite Meng Yixuan to eat with Han Weiji.

But she said, "Have you had lunch yet?"

"Eat, you can eat." Meng Yixuan had already seen that Jinfeng was asking casually, and immediately replied.

In fact, they didn't eat lunch, but they got up late in the morning, and Han Weiji overdid breakfast for performance, so the two of them overdid too, and they were not hungry at the moment.Besides, they didn't plan to eat the food of Lao Meng's house. The reason why they chose to come to Meng's house at noon was not on purpose. They just wanted to get the household registration book early so that they could have time to apply for passports in the afternoon.

Meng Dahai from the front shop came in, glanced at Jinfeng, Han Weiji and Meng Yixuan, and said:

"Sit, sit whatever you want."

Then he sat down on his own buttocks, picked up the rice bowl and started to eat.

Han Weiji felt a little uncomfortable. Having been educated in good etiquette since she was a child, she knew that it was very impolite to have guests at the host's house for dinner.Especially when the host does not intend to invite guests to dinner, it is even more embarrassing.Although she came with Meng Yixuan today, in a sense, she came to ask for trouble, but the habit of host and guest etiquette subconsciously popped up in her mind.

There are no rules in Lower Liba. Since Meng Yixuan left, Meng Dahai and his wife have to get up early every morning to do business, so they also eat breakfast early, and they are already hungry now.When a person is hungry, he eats deliciously, and when he eats deliciously, he likes to smack his mouth.Whether it's Meng Dahai or Jinfeng, they both have this problem with eating.On the other hand, Meng Yixuan, who grew up in Meng's family, eats very well. This is not to say that she eats slowly and looks like an aristocrat, but that she has no such problems, and her food is always delicious, and her appearance is very attractive, which makes people not only have an appetite , and wanted to eat it with her too.

Han Weiji picked out a chair that looked relatively clean, and sat down with his arms folded, groaning in silence.Sitting beside Meng Yixuan, they could hear the constant chirping in the room, and the smell of green onions. The couple really didn't take Han Weiji and Meng Yixuan seriously, they just knew how to eat without thinking.Han Weiji's old god was there, but Meng Yixuan's appetite was aroused, and she swallowed.

In order to suppress these disappointing gluttons in her stomach, Miss Meng decided to find something to say to divert her attention.So he said:

"Where's Meng Zeyi? Why don't you see anyone?"

"That kid went to the construction site with some friend of his in the morning. He said he wanted to discuss some project. He would probably come back after dinner." Meng Dahai replied.

When Meng Dahai said this, he saw Jin Feng glaring at him.The meaning couldn't be more obvious: Who told you to answer so honestly, you just stared at that little hoof when he came back, didn't you?shut up.Meng Dahai was used to being bullied by his wife at home, and now he was stared at by his wife. Although he felt a little disapproving in his heart, his face was habitually dull, and he resentfully stopped talking.In fact, Meng Yixuan was the happiest to be able to come back this trip, Meng Dahai was the happiest, not because of his conscience, but last time Meng Yixuan helped to repay the 3 yuan, he felt that raising this girl is still a bit good, maybe he can find a good husband in the future, Give more bride price.After all, the times are different. If you have a daughter, you will earn money when you get married.

The golden phoenix rolled its eyes and asked:

"Xiaoxuan, you brought your boss here today, what's the matter?"

Seeing that Jinfeng asked a key question, Meng Yixuan slightly pursed her lips, remembering what Han Weiji said to her last night.Last night they discussed what to say when they met the Meng family couple. Han Weiji meant to tell the truth, there is nothing to hide, and the other party can think whatever they want, what will happen in the future, don’t go now Tube, the soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil.Han Weiji didn't take the Meng family seriously at all, but Meng Yixuan didn't want to make trouble for Han Weiji.She just lay in bed at night and struggled for a long time, but she couldn't think of a better countermeasure.

At this moment, she could only follow along and say:

"I came back today to borrow the account book."

She didn't say why she needed a household registration booklet, thinking that she could hide it for a while.

Han Weiji glanced at her slightly, but said nothing.

When Jin Feng heard this, he thought to himself: Well, if it is true, this little red guy will not come back to fulfill his filial piety.Originally, I was so embarrassing last time, but I want a household registration book this time, so I have to go through the formalities of leaving the household.This is not acceptable, if you let this white-eyed little red guy go, you will suffer a big loss!