The monkey's full name is Zhang Yuanchao.
Ever since Zhang Yuanchao found out that Ye Qingshui was the one who framed Yu Ge, he didn't want to bother with Ye Qingshui anymore.
When Zhang Yuanchao was still young, he relied on his father being the director of the supply and marketing cooperative to recruit a group of bad friends. He had already figured out that if the woman of the Ye family was too bad, it would be very easy for him to trip her up behind her back! Now he was even a little angry: the brothers were all united in hatred and ready to fight against Ye Qingshui, but Brother Yu himself didn't mind at all.
Actually... asked him to help Ye Qingshui queue up?
Zhang Yuanchao felt a little uncomfortable.
He no longer had a good face towards Ye Qingshui. He threatened Ye Qingshui, "Get a divorce quickly!"
"You and Brother Yu are not suitable. Let alone you, if you count the girls in this city carefully, I'm afraid there are not many who can match him."
Zhang Yuanchao had a relative who worked at the Municipal Revolutionary Committee. When Xie Tingyu first came to the countryside, he came in a car, and the soldier who carried his luggage was a muscular soldier wearing pine green. Zhang Yuanchao was almost envious when he saw him. The relative reminded him, "He's from the capital, and he looks like the leader's child. If he goes to your place, you should take care of him appropriately."
He promised to take care of Yu Ge, but ended up being seduced by a country girl. Monkey felt embarrassed.
Ye Qingshui listened to Monkey's words and said nothing. This brought back her memories. In her previous life, Xie Tingyu took her to his home in the capital. It was really grand, with a sentry every five steps and a guard every ten steps. She felt even more inferior after going there once. Later, when Xie Tingyu asked for a divorce, she didn't dare to entangle him. The most humble and poor moment she experienced in her previous life was the year when she reluctantly stayed with Xie Tingyu.
When Ye Qingshui recalls it now, he can still feel a little aggrieved for himself.
The monkey had just threatened Ye Qingshui twice when he was interrupted by Xie Tingyu.
He said: "Why so much nonsense?"
Xie Tingyu asked the salesperson, "Do you have toothpaste? I want two tubes."
The salesman took the toothpaste and quickly quoted the price: "One industrial coupon, eight cents."
Xie Tingyu glanced at Ye Qingshui, his eyes fell on her sunburned cheeks, which were red like apples and had some red bloodshot. It was really a bit embarrassing, he thought of his sister's white skin, she never complained about the expensive things she used on her face. So Xie Tingyu asked the salesperson for a box of snow cream.
Snow cream is a "luxury product" that is not a necessity and is consumed infrequently. A box costs 1.5 yuan. Few girls in the village would use it.
This precious gift was delivered to Ye Qingshui's hands, Shen Weimin snorted again, and Monkey looked at Xie Tingyu with a suspicious look.
Xie Tingyu said, "Let's go."
As he said this, he waved his sleeves, leaving without a cloud. Shen Weimin followed him and disappeared in the crowd.
Ye Qingshui looked at the things in her hand and thought: Xie Tingyu probably just returned the one dollar she gave him. The extra money was considered generous of the young master, and he was really a proud person. Although she also planned to buy snow cream, they were not her necessities at the moment. These things should be returned to their original owners.
She is not a person who is greedy for small gains.
After Ye Qingshui bought the baking powder, he went to explore the "black market" in the county. The so-called black market is where people secretly buy and sell. In the 1970s, it was still a planned economy, and all materials such as grain were supplied and marketed by the state. Under the situation of supply exceeding demand, the black market was born in response to people's expectations.
Ye Qingshui was carrying a bag of grain and was targeted as soon as he entered the black market.
"Big sister, do you want to sell the food you have?"
Ye Qingshui shook her head. Selling flour was not worth much money. She planned to make flour into snacks and then sell them. This would be more cost-effective. Ye Qingshui walked around and found that no one was selling ready-made hot food in the black market.
But she gained a lot. She found some seasonings for cooking in the black market. Ye Qingshui walked through the alley and looked up. The state-owned restaurant was not far from the intersection ahead.
Ye Qingshui looked at the state-owned restaurant and sighed, "I see." No wonder the black market food business was so bleak. She smelled the aroma of food wafting from the street. Her stomach, which hadn't seen oil for a long time, couldn't help but feel sour.
She pinched the money in her pocket and boldly went into the state-owned restaurant for a stroll.
She glanced at the price list written on the chalk blackboard of the state-owned restaurant. A large bowl of vegetarian noodle soup cost 15 cents, 32 grain coupons, a large bowl of meat noodle soup cost 30 cents, half a catty of grain coupons; four meat buns cost 10 cents, half a catty of grain coupons...
There are quite a lot of varieties, and Ye Qingshui was reluctant to spend money to eat in a state-owned restaurant.
She looked through the glass window at the chef's cooking and couldn't help but feel her occupational disease kick in: the meat was cut into uneven thicknesses, the heat was uneven, the rice noodles were sometimes not cooked through and sometimes overcooked, and the seasonings used for cooking were just common oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar. Compared to the fancy, sophisticated and sophisticated cooking techniques of later generations, the cooking methods of those days were very simple and primitive.
Ye Qingshui, who had decades of experience in the kitchen, had a sense of certainty after only one look at the noodles and rice dishes served. The waiter at the state-owned restaurant saw the little girl concentrating on the chef's cooking and looked envious. Then he looked at the patched and tattered clothes she was wearing and drove her out with disdain, thinking that she had no money to eat.
"If you're not eating, don't come in and disturb the guests!"
Ye Qingshui was pushed out, not caring at all about the other party's contempt, and happily returned to the countryside with her flour.
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After Ye Qingshui returned home, he put the flour away carefully.
At the same time, she was surprised to find that the rice jar at home was half full, about ten kilograms. She reached in and took out the full-grained rice, which was round, white, and had a charming fragrance.
"As expected of someone from the capital, you are very generous."
Ye Qingshui knew that such good quality rice was definitely bought by Xie Tingyu. How could the old Ye family be willing to eat such good quality rice? That was something they could not even think of. A Niang often exchanged the top-grade rice for the third-grade rice, so that she could get more. But it tasted tasteless, rough and bitter. The rice that Xie Tingyu bought was called "Rice Flower Fragrance", which had a glossy surface and tasted soft and fragrant.
Sinful hedonism, Ye Qingshui complained in his heart.
In the evening, Ye Qingshui made fried rice with this rice.
Fried rice is the best way to test a chef's basic skills. It must be stir-fried evenly, with a smooth and shiny color, and moderately hard and soft. If it's too cooked, it will be burnt, and if it's too raw, it will be sticky. It is covered with oil and each grain is soft, smooth and refreshing. The most important thing is that three or four grains of rice are wrapped around an egg drop.
If you wrap too little, it means you stir-fry it too much; if you wrap too much, it means you don't stir-fry it enough. When Ye Qingshui was studying under a master, he suffered a lot for egg fried rice.
Ye Qingshui used "Rice Flower Fragrance", lard, and fried green bean rice with peas and eggs.
Although Ye's mother wanted to blame her daughter for wasting too much oil and food, and said it was better to eat sweet potato rice, she felt so hungry when she saw the golden fried rice and smelled the rising fragrance. She thought: This is all the credit of her son-in-law, not Shui'er.
She saw with her own eyes him carrying back a large bag of rice!
Grandma Ye just sighed and quickly started eating the green bean rice. One mouthful tasted fragrant and the other sweet, the sweet and sticky part was the bean, the fragrant part was the rice.
Xie Tingyu ate slowly and leisurely. Although his facial expression did not change, his slightly curved eyes revealed his joy. This rice...was not bought in vain.
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