Su Qingluan's principle regarding food was this: as long as you worked at "Su Ji," you were guaranteed to eat as much as you could, but you couldn't waste food. Wasting food once resulted in a 20-cent fine, three times a 100-cent fine, and five times over, and not only would your wages be cut in half, but you would also be disqualified from all bonuses.
Because of such a strict punishment system, everyone takes only as much as they can eat and nothing is wasted.
...To be more precise, I dare not waste it, otherwise all the money I earn will be returned.
In fact, there were people who had a lucky mentality before, thinking that it was okay to waste a bite or two.
But when it comes to Su Qingluan, she will not compromise on principles at all. If she says that any waste will be punished, then she really will.
Moreover, for the vast majority of villagers who are still struggling to make ends meet, wasting food is indeed incomprehensible and unforgivable - even if it is someone else's, it is heartbreaking to see!
Since there is such a person who personally touched the high-voltage line and tested the law, the rest will naturally not be stingy with their own money. What's more, for most people, it is quite easy to "eat as much as you can".
After a period of adaptation, everyone can eat until they are 70% to 80% full, and then take out rice and dishes in small half bowls - the main point is to resolutely not waste food and resolutely not waste money!
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, it wasn't so cold anymore because they had drunk a lot of hot soup and the temperature at noon was indeed higher than in the morning.
But when the wind blows, it is still a bit chilly.
Su Qingluan clapped her hands: "It's almost time for lunch break, let's finish today's work quickly and go home to make something hot to eat!"
So everyone turned around and went back to the second-floor shop of "Su Ji" in groups of three or five, and then - as expected, after more than half an hour of "lunch break", many people could not remember who was around them just now, and as for the work at hand, they had forgotten about it even after lunch.
At this time, Su Qingluan's previous "sketch" came in handy. She remembered the positions of some people roughly, and Su Qingluan restored their previous positions based on her "sketch". When she stopped working, she had already mastered the job. After a while of familiarization, the entire "production line" could be restored to its original state.
No one else saw Su Qingluan's quick sketch, but Liu Yunniang, who was standing nearby, did. She couldn't help but marvel at it: "Qingluan, what kind of painting method is this? You can draw everyone's outlines with just a few strokes! And you don't even pause or make any corrections. You really paint like a god!"
Su Qingluan was so praised by Liu Yunniang that she felt like crawling into the ground. She stammered and said "I don't deserve it" and "You're too kind" many times.
In fact, although the lines of the sketch may look rather sloppy, if you really want to pursue high-level painting, it is a test of your skills.
Moreover, many sketchers use pens or oil-based markers instead of erasable pencils, which means that sketches cannot have large, irreparable mistakes. This requires the artist to have a clear idea of the entire painting's layout before starting to paint, and to have no regrets once they start.
Su Qingluan had suffered some hardship in her past life due to her sketching skills, but in this life, she could use them directly, which made her sigh with admiration. So when she was praised for her "godlike penmanship," she felt truly ashamed. This level of superficiality would be insignificant in the eyes of a true master. She was simply relying on the fact that she didn't understand the techniques of "sketching" as well as others.
After finally getting over the awkward compliments on her toes, Su Qingluan quickly switched gears and got down to work - as long as she was busy enough, she could put the embarrassing scene behind her!
Because Su Qingluan was desperately trying to find work for herself, and because everyone thought that if the sun went down a little later, the temperature would drop immediately, so they all worked much faster.
This led to a result—the original task for today was to package the jam that had already been made, so the overall workload wasn't that heavy. Plus, everyone was simultaneously "sprinting" to get off work early, so the workday ended a full hour earlier than usual!
Seeing that it was still early, Su Qingluan decided to buy some ingredients for hot pot in the town on the way home. If Yang had not finished cooking by the time she got home, they would make hot pot today.
It turns out that eating a steaming hot pot is the most comfortable thing in a cold day!
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan couldn't help but quicken her pace, but she was thinking about what soup base to eat.
She had eaten Sichuan pepper hotpot before, even though it was only slightly spicy, but Su Qingluan didn't plan to make that hotpot base this time - to be precise, she didn't plan to make any hotpot base with a strong flavor.
It's not that she has changed her personality, but because the two little ones in the family caught a cold some time ago and their coughs have not completely healed yet - it's not serious, but autumn and winter are the seasons when throat discomfort and dry coughs are common, and children are generally weaker in constitution, so the three adults in the Su family have been careful recently and don't add too strong spices when cooking.
Even after we started steaming candied pears, there has never been a shortage of pears at home. They are a daily must-have and are almost becoming a must-have afternoon dessert.
Because of this, forget about any heavy-flavored hot pot bases. Otherwise, not to mention having to go to Huichuntang to get medicine, the two little ones would really suffer. They could only eat some light-flavored hot pot bases. But clear soup hot pot really doesn't seem to have much flavor...
"A light hot pot without any spicy taste... a light hot pot..." Su Qingluan thought about it and suddenly came up with an alternative: Yes, this soup base is great! Not spicy, but rich, meeting my standards, and it won't make my brother and sister's throat uncomfortable!
Thinking of this, Su Qingluan quickened her pace.
On the way, she passed by Liu Sheng's sewage stall. After Liu Yunniang came back from Su Qingluan's place, she did not go home directly, but went to help her father.
The weather was cold today, and the business at the Xiashui stall was booming. Su Qingluan saw that it was no different from her own stall before, so she nodded and smiled as she passed by without disturbing the Liu father and daughter from doing business - she still had a lot of the ingredients she had expected to buy.
Su Qingluan ran home excitedly and immediately rushed to the kitchen: "Mom, I'm back!"
Yang was preparing dinner in the kitchen when she was startled by Su Qingluan's overly excited shout behind her. She almost dropped the egg in her hand and broke it.
"Hey, girl, why are you suddenly so loud and scary!" Yang patted her chest and turned around to look at the sky. "Is it going to rain red today? Our busy man actually leaves school earlier than your brother?"
Su Qingluan rubbed her hands like a servile fly and smiled, "Mother, I didn't mean it. I just wanted to come back early. Otherwise, if you have already made dinner, what I want to do tonight will have to be postponed!"
When Yang heard Su Qingluan say this, she straightened up and put the egg down: "What do you want to eat? Tell me."
Su Qingluan pulled out a bunch of ingredients from behind her: "Mother, let's make white porridge hot pot!"
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