But Xia Ruzheng lived in vain in her previous life. She didn't know what celebrities were popular nowadays. She only knew that everyone liked Teresa Teng because her songs were sweet and people enjoyed listening to them.
That statement about helping Wen Zhichao choose tapes was actually just bragging.
Wen Zhichao asked: "Have you decided what to do?"
Xia Ruzheng nodded: "Of course!"
Xia Ruzheng doesn't have any other skills except that he cooks very well. He was trained as a chef in his previous life. He can prepare a large table of dishes by himself, and they are not just Sichuan and Hunan cuisine.
This time when Chen Mei came to deliver the bowls, she praised Xia Ruzheng's cooking skills so much that Xia Ruzheng felt embarrassed.
"I want to set up a breakfast stall. If I make money in the future, I'll open a restaurant!"
Food, clothing, housing and transportation are essential for everyone, and the catering industry is incredibly profitable. In later generations, a dish costing over 20 yuan might only cost around 10 yuan, with the rest being labor and venue fees.
"Good, you're ambitious. Where do you want to set up your stall?"
There are stalls outside, some of them may be renting out picture books, tapes, etc. There are not many people like Xia Ruzheng.
"I just want to set up a breakfast stall. Let me talk about business first. Look at so many people going to work or school. Even if you cook at home, you get tired of it, don't you? What if something goes wrong, like what happened to Brother Fuqiang that morning? Then you can't eat anymore, right? Going hungry for half a day is bad for your health, and it's not good for your work or studies. Besides, nowadays, both parents have to go to work, and it's so hard for mom to get up so early to make breakfast for everyone. It's better to buy it out. It's cheaper and you can sleep a little longer."
Wen Zhichao nodded, patted Xia Ruzheng's head as a reward, and said, "Not bad, very thoughtful. Tell me what you need, and I'll prepare it for you!"
It’s so wonderful to have a husband who can do everything.
Xia Ruzheng nodded quickly, then said, "I've been ready for a long time!"
Then he took out a list.
Xia Ruzheng had it in mind. The most popular combination was a golden combination of eggs, fried dough sticks, and soy milk. However, soy milk was not easy to come by, as only tofu shops could sell fresh soy milk. Everyone could boil eggs at home, but fried dough sticks were available for sale. There were also fried cakes and sesame balls, but she'd try fried dough sticks first. And then there were pancakes, which could be made into rolls or pancakes. Although Xia Ruzheng wasn't from the north, she had been told in her previous life that she couldn't have the same breakfast for a month, so she had to devote herself to research. If she had the right ingredients, Xia Ruzheng could make hundreds of different breakfasts!
Wen Zhichao took the list and simply raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, I'll find time to help you get everything."
Xia Ruzheng's heart was filled with tenderness, and he couldn't help but act coquettishly and said, "Having you is the best. I don't have to worry about anything."
Wen Zhichao smiled, his eyes full of doting.
This time, Wen Zhichao not only bought tapes, but also bought a cassette recorder.
"It's really outrageous for a cassette player to not have a tape recorder at home."
Xia Ruzheng found it novel; he had never seen anything like it in his life. He fumbled to open it, put in a tape of Teresa Teng, closed it, pressed play, and Teresa Teng's sweet voice began to flow.
"She sings so beautifully!" Xia Ruzheng said with narrowed eyes.
Wen Zhichao said, "If you like, I'll keep a few of her tapes at home."
Xia Ruzheng nodded, raised his voice and hummed, then watched the tapes with great interest.
Although Teresa Teng is the most popular singer, it is impossible to sell only hers, so there are also some other people's tapes, such as those of Danny Chan, Sam Hui and others. There are their photos on the tapes. The color is reddish and the hairstyle is very trendy. It is different from the slicked back and crew cuts in mainland China. It is a middle part with some hair hanging down on the forehead, making them look either melancholy or decadent.
Xia Ruzheng remembered that with the development of society, these things were no longer useful. When his daughter wanted an MP3, Huang Zhong refused to give it to her and he could not help her. Later, his daughter got one herself, but he was worried that it was not from a legitimate source, so he scolded her severely. That argument dealt a big blow to the relationship between mother and daughter.
Chen Mei heard the music playing and came over to watch. When she saw the cassette recorder, she exclaimed in surprise and immediately walked over to watch the fun: "This is really a new product. The Qian family over there and the Li family both bought them. I've seen them, and they don't seem to be as good as this one. The sound isn't as loud!"
Xia Ruzheng found it amusing. There was a knob on it, and he said, "Look, Sister Mei, the sound can be turned up or down!"
Chen Meicai blushed a little and turned to talk about another new thing, the TV.
"Oh my! That little square box is so fun! There are figures and sounds inside, and it's as lively as a big show every day! I wonder how so many people can fit in there? My two kids always try to squeeze into it whenever they find a crack, and sit there to watch. The ground is so cold, I'm afraid they'll catch a cold!"
Because of the last incident of sending food, Chen Mei's enthusiasm for Xia Ruzheng increased exponentially.
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