Li Qingqing's face was full of questions. "Where is that place?"
Li Tingman pulled her sleeve and whispered, "Black market."
Meng Zhiyu felt that this was quite difficult. Chestnuts were mountain products, cheap and heavy, and it was unlikely that someone would carry them to sell. At least she had never seen any in all the times she had been there.
Song Guangye felt unsafe and said, "Let's not do it. It's not worth it to sacrifice yourself for a bite of food."
Li Qingqing nodded vigorously in agreement. There was a man in her hometown who was caught for trading on the black market. Not only was he locked up in a small dark room, but his family was also implicated. It was a miserable situation.
Mu Ziwei sighed, "I know, I'm just saying it, I definitely wouldn't dare go to the black market."
I don't believe you at all. I don't know who painted his face with black ash and ran to her stall to buy fish and lotus roots, and even took away two lotus pods that she gave him as a gift, Meng Zhiyu muttered to herself.
"Now that the children are back, Mrs. Zhang will get better slowly, right?" Li Qingqing said as she peeled peanuts.
"I hope Mrs. Zhang can get better soon. Otherwise, Brother Li will have to take care of his paralyzed mother, young children, and worry about her condition. He will be exhausted sooner or later." Li Tingman felt tired for Li Zhengzhi. The key was that he still had to earn enough food for his family.
"Although he is physically tired, he should be very happy in his heart." Song Guangye saw Li Tingman's worry and comforted her.
Meng Zhiyu remained silent. In fact, she had a guess in her heart that she had never told anyone. She didn't know it before, but during this period of time, she always felt that Mrs. Zhang was pretending to be stupid.
Especially today, she was very sure that she was sober. This was a good thing, wasn't it? Why should she hide it? Seeing how cautious Li Zhengzhi was towards her today, she guessed that he didn't know.
I just don't know if she was just pretending to be stupid from the beginning, or if she gradually got better on her own.
Since the other person is unwilling to say it out loud, she, as an outsider, has no right to interfere with what he does, so she can only pretend not to know.
"Zhi Yu, the day after tomorrow is your birthday. What delicious food do you plan to treat us to?" Mu Ziwei asked leisurely, shaking the remaining recliner.
Song Guangye felt it was not a good idea to ask this, so he coughed lightly and tugged at the corner of Mu Ziwei's clothes, "Why don't you tell me what gift you prepared for Sister Zhiyu?"
Li Qingqing joined in the fun and said with a laugh, "That's right, that's right, Brother Mu, what good gift have you prepared for our Zhiyu?"
Li Tingman nodded, "I want to know too."
Meng Zhiyu smiled and said nothing, watching Mu Ziwei being besieged quietly.
Mu Ziwei snorted, "How can I say that? It won't be a surprise if I say it. Anyway, I prepared good things, good things that girls like."
What do girls like? It’s nothing more than cosmetics, beautiful clothes and shoes, or delicious food?
All possible options flashed through Meng Zhiyu's mind, and then he heard Mu Ziwei ask back, "Don't just ask me, what about you guys? What are you preparing?"
"You can't tell us yours, but we can tell us ours?" Li Qingqing rolled her eyes in annoyance.
Mu Ziwei rolled his eyes at her, not wanting to be outdone. Then he asked Meng Zhiyu expectantly, "Sister Zhiyu, look at how sincere we are. We've prepared great gifts for you. You should at least make something delicious for us to satisfy our cravings the day after tomorrow, right?"
After thinking for a moment, he said, "We can serve the vegetables and meat, you just have to do it."
Meng Zhiyu had no shortage of meat, vegetables, and noodles. Even if they didn't say it, Meng Zhiyu planned to make some delicious food to celebrate for himself. After all, life was not easy, and it would be even more boring without a sense of ritual.
It's not like she doesn't have the conditions. She has everything but still lives a hard life like everyone else. Isn't that stupid?
As for whether they would be discovered, apart from their few friends in the backyard, there were also a few people from the Zhou family. If Zhou Songbai hadn't asked, she wouldn't have planned to invite the Zhou family.
"Since you've asked, it would be embarrassing if I don't want to. How about this? Each of you prepare one dish, and I'll take care of the rest." Meng Zhiyu didn't hesitate. "I'll make a big cake. It's even better than dessert. I'll let you guys try it when the time comes."
At that time, there were only dim sum, and no big cakes. Dim sum was already delicious enough in everyone’s mind. How delicious would it be if it was even more delicious than dim sum?
After hearing what Meng Zhiyu said, everyone except Mu Ziwei, who already loves to eat delicious food, couldn't help but look forward to it.
Time passed in the blink of an eye, and soon it was Meng Zhiyu's birthday. Meng Zhiyu had scheduled a dinner in the afternoon, but after lunch, Meng Zhiyu started to get busy.
Mu Ziwei and others also came to help. Meng Zhiyu ordered the dishes before he left, including cold lotus root, cold cucumber, fried peanuts, boiled peanuts, stir-fried mushrooms, flavored eggplant, candied apple, deep-fried mushrooms, chicken stewed with mushrooms, steamed fish, braised pork, stir-fried tofu with chili peppers, and crispy eggplant soup.
Apart from the three meat dishes, the rest of the ingredients are very common and not too eye-catching, but they are eaten differently. For the staple food, Meng Zhiyu plans to heat up some corn steamed buns.
Finally, she spent half the afternoon working on the big cake. Of course, she had tried to make it several times in her thatched kitchen before.
In the afternoon, Zhou's mother arranged for her family members to go to the educated youth's backyard in groups, with the reason being that they must not cause trouble for Meng Zhiyu.
Zhou's mother and two daughters-in-law were the first group to come, just wanting to lend a hand.
Then Zhou Songbai came with his father, carrying gifts from the whole family for Meng Zhiyu. The rest arrived when the meal was half cooked.
The wind blowing today was also very strong. It was the bees blowing from the front yard to the back yard, bringing the aroma of food in the back yard directly towards the back mountain.
The dining table was set up in the yard. In addition to their dining table in the yard, there was also a large table that Zhou Songbai moved from his home last night while it was still dark.
The poor family in the village had just started a fire to cook, and Meng Zhiyu and the others had already sat down at the table, ready to eat.
Before the meal, Mu Ziwei volunteered to bring out the big cake made by Meng Zhiyu and carefully placed it in front of Meng Zhiyu.
"Aunt Yu, what is this thing?" Goudan looked at the strange big thing curiously and asked in confusion.
Zhou's mother and the others were also very curious. Needless to say, it looked like something edible, but what was it called?
"This is a cake, a large dessert eaten on birthdays. I've seen it in a book before, so I thought about it and actually made it myself."
There were no candles on the cake. In this era without cakes, if she had worn a small hat, lit candles and blown them out, the people around her would have been bewildered and puzzled...
Meng Zhiyu simply crossed out this part.
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