Braised pork belly is suitable for cooking with potatoes, taro, and eggplant; I cooked a whole big pot of it.
At first, Qifei contributed a piece of meat, which made the educated youth very happy.
Who doesn't want to eat meat? Their mouths are practically tasteless.
However, meat is hard to buy, and many people are reluctant to spend the money.
Especially this kind of fatty meat, just thinking about it makes my mouth water.
Originally, it was a young intellectual who was used to cooking who wanted to do it.
Since there's only one piece of meat, everyone should at least have a slice.
But Qifei insisted on doing it herself.
They even offered a word of advice, worried that Qifei might ruin such good meat.
However, since the meat was provided by Qifei, they naturally couldn't insist on making it themselves, since it wasn't theirs after all.
At first, everyone looked as if they had lost their parents, until the rich aroma of meat wafted out.
The educated youth sniffed hard, as if they could inhale the aroma of the meat into their stomachs.
The aroma of a large pot of stewed pork filled the entire village, and many people ate a large bowl of rice with the smell of the meat.
Qifei first served two bowls of braised pork and placed them aside, then invited the educated youth to start eating.
Actually, she preferred the side dishes to the meat, but she hadn't had meat in a long time, so she naturally ate more of the meat she bought herself.
The extra bowl was reserved for Shura, thinking that Shura's house looked dilapidated and he probably hadn't had a good meal in a long time.
In this day and age, who doesn't need meat?
"Hey, Qifei, don't you usually have a small appetite? How come you can eat two bowls of meat?" One of the educated youths saw that Qifei had filled two bowls and was a little anxious. Would he still be able to get any?
Someone tugged at her arm. "This meat belongs to someone else. Even though we're sharing it to satisfy everyone's cravings, what's wrong with taking an extra bowl for ourselves?"
"I'm beholden to those who feed me, how can I ask such a question?"
Qifei smiled at the person, "That's right, who can complain about having too much meat? I bought the meat myself, so I can eat as much as I want. If you don't want to eat it, you don't have to."
Without even looking at the man, Qi Fei greeted the other educated youth, "Make yourselves at home, I'll go eat somewhere else first."
Qifei took two bowls of rice and left. The other educated youths didn't stand on ceremony and quickly went upstairs to get their own food.
At this time, you can't be modest, or you won't get to eat meat.
Qi Fei didn't care how the educated youth divided the meat, nor did she have the patience to care. She excitedly carried the food to Xiu Luo's house and called out.
As soon as Shura arrived home, he heard Qifei calling for someone at the door.
He raised an eyebrow, walked out of the room, and saw Qifei standing outside holding two bowls.
Qifei was delighted to see Shura at home. "Comrade Shura, hurry up and open the door. My arms are so sore, I can barely hold them up."
"..." Shura opened the door without a word, and his knowledge of Qifei's spoiled nature grew even more.
"Here you go." When Qifei saw Xiuluo open the door, she unceremoniously shoved the bowl into his arms. "I came to have dinner with you."
"Eat?" Shura was taken aback and looked down at the braised pork in the bowl.
She did buy meat at the black market today.
"Yes, I don't see you often. I just happened to buy some meat today, so I thought I should treat you to a meal. I cooked it myself."
Qifei raised her little face, with an expression that said, "Am I not great?" as if she was waiting for Shura to praise her.
Made by hand?
Shura was indeed surprised. Looking at Qifei, who had such a delicate appearance, he was astonished that she could actually cook.
This made him wonder if the food in his hands was even edible, but the aroma kept wafting into his nose, so it seemed... not bad?
"What are you standing there for? Let's find a place to eat!" Qifei greeted Xiuluo as if she were in her own home.
Shura pursed his lips and led Qifei into the house.
The first thing you see when you enter the house is the hall, where there is a table for meals.
His kitchen was just for show; he used to just cook a simple meal as long as the food was cooked through.
Moreover, he was willing to eat anywhere, so there was no table in the kitchen; he could only find a table in the house to eat.
Qifei took out two more steamed buns and grinned at Xiuluo, "These are big white steamed buns, I bought them today too. I tried the ones sold at the state-run restaurant, and they're pretty good."
She broke the steamed bun in half, and gave the remaining half to Shura.
"I'll just eat half, you can eat all of these." Qifei doesn't eat much, and the steamed buns these days are quite substantial, half is enough for her to be full.
"Oh, do you have chopsticks at home? I was in such a hurry that I forgot about that." Qi Fei slapped her forehead, her face full of regret.
Shura glanced at Qifei, "Yes, I'll go get it."
There wasn't much food, but there were still bowls and chopsticks.
After rinsing them with water, Shura handed the chopsticks to Qifei.
"Then let's start eating." Qi Fei smiled at Xiu Luo and raised her little face, her little face saying, "You'd better try my cooking."
Shura pursed his lips and picked up a piece of eggplant.
The eggplant has been thoroughly soaked in the broth and stewed until it is soft and tender.
After just one bite, Shura sped up his eating.
He hadn't expected Qifei to be such a good cook. No wonder he smelled a faint fragrance when he came back; it turned out she was cooking.
Seeing that Xiu Luo was engrossed in eating, Qi Fei smiled and didn't try to talk to him anymore. She also lowered her head and started eating.
The two finished their meal in a silent but slightly warm atmosphere.
Qifei enjoyed her meal very much. Potatoes and eggplants were among her favorites, and she ate them with gusto, her little mouth glistening with oil.
"Have you been out a lot lately? I haven't seen you at work in ages." After dinner, Qifei had time to chat with Xiuluo.
Shura took the initiative to pick up the bowl and wash it clean, and Qifei followed behind him like a little tail.
"Will you get any food if you stop working?" Qi Fei looked at Xiu Luo with worry. "I'm not good at working, so I guess I won't get much food."
"But I can share some with you then, because I don't eat much and am relatively easy to feed."
Oh, by the way, I bought some fabric today. I'll make you a dress later. Let me tell you, I'm really good at making things..."
“Comrade Qifei,” Shura suddenly spoke, his dark eyes fixed on Qifei, “Why did you do this?”
"Hmm?" Qifei looked at Xiuluo with a puzzled expression.
Shura pursed his lips. If Qifei cooked and brought the food over to thank him, then what she was saying now, about making clothes, was beyond the scope of ordinary comrades.
"What do you want?" Shura's eyes were serious. "What is your purpose in approaching me?"
Qifei looked at Xiuluo in surprise, "I don't have any ulterior motives. I just like you, so I want to be good to you."
Shura's heart trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes. "I have nothing worth liking."
You'll know once you've stayed in the village long enough that I don't have a good reputation.
Being with me will only damage your reputation.
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