Next, a strange sight appeared on the street: a petite girl riding a pink bicycle with a men's bicycle with a larger wheel tied to the back.

In the past, Jiang Yanqing felt that she was a bit socially anxious, but since coming to this world, she seemed to be on the road to becoming a socially arrogant person.

Ignoring the curious glances, frequent turns backs, pointings, and other actions directed at her by passers-by, Jiang Yanqing pedaled the pedals so hard that sparks were almost coming out.

"Xiaoqing..." Just as Jiang Yanqing was rushing home, she suddenly heard a shout.

The voice sounded familiar, but so many people were looking at her that Jiang Yanqing didn't want to stop.

"Xiaoqing, wait for me. It's me, your Grandpa Qin." After he introduced himself, Jiang Yanqing felt embarrassed to pretend not to hear. She stepped on the brakes, tapped the ground with her toes, and stopped the car.

An old man ran over from the other side of the street, followed by a straight-limbed young man. Jiang Yanqing chuckled twice to hide her embarrassment.

"Grandpa Qin, why are you here?"

Old Man Qin took in Jiang Yanqing's impressive feat of tying the two bicycles together, sighed twice, and asked, "Xiaoqing, what's going on?"

Jiang Yanqing curled her lips helplessly, "I bought too many bicycles, so I can only take them home like this!"

"Puchi..." A low, suppressed laugh came from behind. Jiang Yanqing looked over coldly and saw Yu Jiahe with his hand against his lips, trying to restrain his laughter.

"Comrade Yu, what are you doing?" Jiang Yanqing said with gritted teeth.

Seeing that Jiang Yanqing had noticed him, Yu Jiahe couldn't pretend to be invisible anymore. He cleared his throat and replied, "I'm just curious. You bought a bicycle as easily as buying cabbage."

Jiang Yanqing snorted coldly and ignored Yu Jiahe. "Grandpa Qin, I have to go home. I have something to do tonight and I need to set up a stall."

"Setting up a stall, you want to be a self-employed person?" Yu Jiahe asked in surprise.

Jiang Yanqing looked at Yu Jiahe strangely. Is it necessary to react so strongly about setting up a stall?

On second thought, self-employment had just emerged in the early 1980s. It was profitable, but many people looked down on self-employed people, thinking that those who did business were dishonest and that only those who had no future and worked in factories or state-owned enterprises would become self-employed.

Seeing Jiang Yanqing's unhappy expression, Yu Jiahe pursed his lips and explained, "I don't mean anything else. How about I help you take the bike home?"

"Grandpa, didn't you say you haven't seen Xiaoqing for a long time and wanted to go to her house to see her?" As he said this, he pulled Old Man Qin's sleeve.

Old man Qin pulled back his sleeves and looked at Yu Jiahe with disdain, "A grown man should talk things over nicely. If you're touching me, you're just a sissy."

Yu Jiahe: ...

He turned to look at Jiang Yanqing and immediately put on a smile. "Xiaoqing, let this guy return the bicycle to you. Grandpa just got some good things, but I don't know how to cook them, so I can borrow your cooking skills to use."

He pointed to a snakeskin bag in Yu Jiahe's hand that was still dripping with water, and waited for Jiang Yanqing's answer with anticipation.

Jiang Yanqing could only nod. While the three of them were standing there talking, they had already received countless stares. Even the thickest skinned ones could not bear it.

Jiang Yanqing rode a bicycle, Yu Jiahe rode another, and they took Old Man Qin back to Jiang Yanqing's home together.

When they got home, it was almost five o'clock and Fang Mingxiao had not returned yet. After parking the two bicycles in the yard, Jiang Yanqing took the snakeskin bag and went into the house.

When I opened the bag, I saw that it was filled with half a bag of black gold abalone, each one as big as a fist. It was really good stuff.

Some abalone are still moving, you can tell they are still fresh!

After thinking about the recipe in her mind, Jiang Yanqing started to cook. She poured all the abalone into a large basin and soaked them, and then simmered the rice first.

There are twelve abalones in total, four of which are steamed with garlic sauce, four are cut into pieces and braised, and four are sliced and made into soup, accompanied by a side dish, and a sumptuous abalone feast is complete.

The yard door was open. Fang Mingxiao pushed it open and came in. He saw Yu Jiahe picking grapes in the yard.

Yu Jiahe was eating the sweet and sour grapes and nodding in satisfaction when he suddenly felt a chill on his back. A man was standing at the door, looking at him coldly.

"Is it Xiaofang who's back? Come in, come in." A voice came from the living room.

Yu Jiahe watched Fang Mingxiao's expression change in an instant, he put on a smiling face, walked into the house, and sat next to his grandfather.

They had dinner peacefully in the evening. After Yu Jiahe finished the last mouthful of soup, he sighed with satisfaction, "Xiaoqing, this is the meal you cooked." He raised a thumbs up.

Fang Mingxiao: Haha, I eat it every day.