Zhang Hongcheng worked on and off at the old house for several days, and finally lowered the soil level in the courtyard by one foot.
All the shoveled dirt was used to fill the space under the floor.
With the arrival of National Day, Shanghai officially entered autumn.
It was getting light.
Chu Miaohong, who had just woken up, did not get out of bed, but instead smiled secretly and tapped the wooden board behind her with her fingers.
Zhang Hongcheng's faint voice came from the other side of the wooden board.
"Um?"
She hugged the pillow and buried her head in it, making soft sounds.
"I want to eat pan-fried buns in the morning, is that okay?"
A voice mimicking her tone came from across the board.
"good."
Zhang Hongcheng has been in Shanghai for almost two months, but he has never tried the famous local shengjianbao.
Not far from the alley where they lived there was a state-owned restaurant selling shengjianbao.
But the line in front of the store is always very long, which is the real reason why Zhang Hongcheng, who has little patience, does not go there.
"One, two, three, four, five..." Zhang Hongcheng, who was queuing, felt a little bored and started counting the people standing in front of him.
"There are thirty-two people ahead of you," the man standing behind him interrupted him. "I've counted them several times. Ugh, you're so slow."
After chatting casually with the man for a while about the weather and the international situation, the aunt standing in front of him interrupted and started talking about the latest coal prices. I don’t know how everyone got off topic, but when Zhang Hongcheng reacted, everyone had actually started looking for a partner for the aunt’s son...
"Comrade Zhang," a neighbor of Zhang Hongcheng's, whose lively discussions had probably drawn the attention of those at the front, noticed him. "Come over here! Do you want some buns? I'll buy some for you."
Zhang Hongcheng was not polite either. He thought that with the appetite he had developed during his lifetime in Northeast China, it would take at least thirteen or fourteen people to be full.
Although Chu Miaohong has a small appetite, she has been trained in the Northeast after all, so five or six are a must.
After all, Shengjianbao is known to be small in size.
"Thank you. Please bring me twenty!"
People who originally thought it was no big deal for an acquaintance to bring breakfast suddenly looked at Zhang Hongcheng in surprise.
Some people even looked into the store worriedly.
"If this happens, half of the pot will be gone. Do I have to wait for the next pot?"
Zhang Hongcheng didn't expect the pot in the state-owned restaurant to be so small, and waved his hands hurriedly.
"Forget it, forget it, Auntie, I'll buy it myself later."
The aunt took a look at the banknotes in the handkerchief in her hand, and finally hesitated for a moment.
"Xiao Zhang, this shengjian can't be kept for a long time, so don't buy too much at one time."
Half an hour later, when the topic of chat was shifted to the issue of housing allocation for the fourth time, Zhang Hongcheng finally saw the "small pot" used to fry buns in the store.
Then he subconsciously looked at the male restaurant employee who was making dumplings next to him.
While chatting, the guy moved his hands very quickly, stuffing a large lump of meat filling into the dough every time.
It turns out that the Sheng Jian Bao is fried into normal sized buns!!!
But the stereotypes he learned from later generations told him that Shengjianbao and Xiaolongbao were the same thing.
No wonder I asked for twenty at once just now and everyone looked at me so strangely.
Before Zhang Hongcheng could recover from his shock, it was his turn to buy.
Before he could even open his mouth, the waiter had already neatly stuffed twenty of them into a paper bag and stuffed them in his hands.
"Give me the money and the ticket."
The crowd behind him burst into laughter.
Well, these two have to eat for a day.
Zhang Hongcheng returned to the balcony entrance of the cabin with the steamed buns in his arms. Chu Miaohong had already packed up the clothes and was hanging them there.
Chu Miaohong was always the last person to come out of the alley to hang clothes.
Because she was a little shy, she also washed Zhang Hongcheng's clothes, ahem, including the close-fitting ones.
Fortunately, people in Shanghai are not so feudal in their thinking, and the two of them are in a legitimate relationship, so others just make a few jokes at most.
The Sheng Jian Bao tastes really good, especially the pork filling inside. Zhang Hongcheng suspects there must be a secret.
Chu Miaohong ate two and a half, and Zhang Hongcheng ate five and a half in one breath - the half that Chu Miaohong couldn't finish was snatched away by him and swallowed directly. It was fragrant, sweet and quite flavorful.
Since the pan-fried dumplings cannot be kept for a long time, Chu Miaohong simply packed up the remaining ones and prepared to take them to the infirmary to share with her colleagues.
Before the two of them went out, they heard someone outside the door asking about their residence.
"Gong Xue!"
"Haha, tracing the red!"
A girl dressed as a cultural soldier smiled and hugged Chu Miaohong.
"Why did you come to me just now?"
"Stop talking. I have a performance. I just got off the bus back to Shanghai and came to see you!"
"Have you had breakfast?"
Gong Xue sniffed and laughed: "Shengjian Bao! They're all mine!"
Behind Gong Xue there were two men and one woman, who also seemed to be actors.
The woman was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old and seemed a little impatient.
"Gong Xue, since you've found your friend, let's go back first."
After saying that, she looked at the youngest man among the three.
If Kang Jiping hadn't been chasing Gong Xue and insisted on sending her over, she would have probably returned to the dormitory and cleaned herself up by now.
Kang Jiping was somewhat surprised by Chu Miaohong's beauty, and his original contempt for Gong Xue's so-called friend disappeared unconsciously - he believed that other girls were not qualified to stand with Gong Xue.
Then his eyes were fixed on Gong Xue again.
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