"Grandma Fu, I'm a new educated youth in the village. My name is Qiao Shu. I heard that Grandma Fu's cooking is delicious, so I shamelessly begged Comrade Fu to bring me back to taste Grandma Fu's cooking. I hope Grandma Fu won't mind."

Qiao Shu speaks very politely and has a very bright smile.

She wore a pink Dacron top and a pair of wide-leg jeans that her mother bought for her from the nurse. She looked pretty and cute.

When Grandma Fu heard Qiao Shu's question, she was stunned for a moment, then smiled again: "No, no, it's my honor to be liked by Qiao Zhiqing. It's just that this kid didn't come back and tell me earlier. I haven't prepared anything."

She thought about the food on the table. It was what their family usually ate. This educated youth looked like he had been brought up in pampering. Could he really get used to eating it?

Qiao Shu shook his head: "No, no."

She took out her steamed bread and said, "Grandma Fu, I didn't bring anything with me except a steamed bread."

She felt a little headache looking at the steamed bun in her hand. It was really scratching her throat and she was not used to eating it.

Granny Fu didn't dislike it and took the steamed bread: "Qiao Zhiqing, just come if you want to. We don't have anything delicious, just some home-cooked meals. Why bring anything?"

In fact, for the Fu family, Qiao Shu coming in for a meal means that they have to eat less every day.

Originally, Fu Jingyu was the only one in the family who could earn work points, and because of his background, his work points were deducted in various ways.

In their family, only people who do manual labor like Fu Jingyu can eat this steamed bun, but Grandma Fu actually didn't want Qiao Shu's steamed bun.

But she realized that if she didn't bring the steamed bun, it would be awkward for Qiao Shu to come and eat with her, so she would feel much more comfortable if she accepted it.

Seeing Grandma Fu accept the steamed buns, Qiao Shu felt relieved.

I really didn't prepare anything.

She could see that Fu Jingyu and his family were very nice people. If she came for a meal, they would have much less to eat this month.

The food was served quickly.

In fact, the food was probably similar to that of the educated youth camp. Each person had a bowl of porridge, a steamed bun made of corn dregs, a fried vegetable, and a castrated radish.

It was obvious that this radish was just made to entertain her.

Qiao Shu felt warm in his heart.

Several people sat down to eat, and Grandma Fu handed Qiao Shu a steamed bun.

Qiao Shu is now afraid of steamed buns.

"Eat it, the steamed bread made by grandma is delicious."

Fu Jingyu, who was standing by, seemed to see what Qiao Shu was thinking and spoke.

Qiao Shu nodded and took the steamed bun with a smile.

In her mind, steamed buns were never considered delicious, so Qiao Shu took a bite without much hope.

Unexpectedly, my eyes lit up after taking a bite. This steamed corn bread was delicious and fragrant, with a strong aroma of corn.

Although it makes my throat a little scratchy, it doesn't affect me at all.

Qiao Shu, who hadn't eaten well for several days, finally had a full meal and had a particularly good appetite.

Seeing Qiao Shu enjoying his meal, Grandma Fu was naturally happy too. She picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in Qiao Shu's bowl: "Qiao Zhiqing, eat more."

"Thank you, Grandma Fu."

She held a steamed bun in one hand and picked up some food with chopsticks in the other, occasionally taking a sip of porridge, her eyes narrowed into crescents with joy.

After eating a steamed bun and looking at the half bowl of porridge left in his bowl, Qiao Shu looked a little embarrassed.