Old Sun took the money and threw it into a wooden box under the meat table. He then took out a few cents and handed it to Chen Dayong.
"Here, I'll give you some more fat. Fry it with oil and stir-fry the vegetables. It will be delicious!" As he said that, he picked up a small piece of fat on the table, mixed it with one pound and two ounces of front leg meat, strung them together with a straw rope, and handed it to Chen Dayong.
They came to the tofu stall again, and Chen Dayong immediately shouted, "Cut some braised tofu for 1 yuan, with the skin on!"
Lin Xiaomei quickly stopped him and said, "Just cut it into pieces worth two cents! One dollar is too much. If you can't finish it, it will go bad tomorrow!"
Afterwards, Chen Dayong generously bought cabbage, green peppers, tomatoes and eggs.
After returning to the apartment building, Li Zheng first came to the message room.
Uncle Ding was sitting inside warming himself by the fire. On the table was an old-fashioned radio playing Peking opera.
"Uncle Ding, use your food coupons to exchange for some honeycomb coal." Li Zheng handed the food coupons in.
Uncle Ding looked up, took the food coupons, and said with a smile, "Okay, Doctor Li, take it yourself."
The public kitchen on the third floor has several simple stoves, the walls are hung with various cooking utensils, and the floor is a little damp.
Several people worked together. Chen Dayong squatted on the ground, lighting the honeycomb stove. He first lit the newspaper for kindling, then carefully added some wood chips, then the honeycomb coal, and gently fanned it. The flames gradually leaped up.
Lin Xiaomei and Li Zhengze were washing and cutting vegetables.
Lin Xiaomei picked up a handful of green vegetables and rinsed them carefully under the faucet. Her fingers flexibly turned the vegetables over and washed every leaf clean.
Li Zheng picked up a kitchen knife and skillfully cut a slit in the tomato skin, just like a scalpel, just cutting through the skin so that the skin could be easily torn off after boiling it in water.
After the ingredients were prepared, Lin Xiaomei swiftly picked up the apron hanging on the wall and put it on. The apron had the red words "Award to Advanced Workers" printed on it.
She stood in front of the stove, her eyes focused, heating the oil in the pan. The iron pan sizzled on the coal stove, and blue flames licked the bottom of the pan.
Lin Xiaomei poured the meat slices into the pot, making a sizzling sound, and stir-fried it quickly, adding soy sauce, oyster sauce and other seasonings, and then put in green peppers... Soon, a fragrant dish of stir-fried meat with green peppers was ready. The color and aroma made Chen Dayong swallow his saliva at the sight.
Lin Xiaomei then made a plate of pan-fried tofu. She carefully placed the tofu in the oil pan, where it slowly turned golden and emitted an enticing aroma.
Chen Dayong took over and fried a portion of Chinese cabbage. He imitated the chef's method, stir-frying it in a professional manner, and shouted "It's cooked!" Without hesitation, he put the cabbage on the plate. It looked delicious.
Finally, it was Li Zheng's turn. He fried a few slices of fatty pork, letting the oil slowly release. Then he added chopped tomatoes, stir-frying them and mashing them into fine crumbs. He then added water, which quickly boiled. He then poured the egg mixture into the pot, stirring it gradually. He then added a little salt, a dash of Lotus brand MSG, and some chopped green onions.
In his previous life, Li Zheng always added chicken essence, which was the soul of the soup. Unfortunately, it is not available in this era.
Soon, three dishes and one soup were ready.
Li Zheng's rented house is not a big room.
The three of them gathered around the small table, ready to eat. Li Zheng turned and pulled out a small Red Star brand radio from a drawer. He unscrewed the antenna, and the radio was playing China National Radio's "Tonight at 7:30." A familiar melody rang out: Fei Xiang's "A Fire in Winter."
When Chen Dayong heard the song, he couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and imitated Fei Xiang's dance moves, twisting his waist and swinging his arms in a funny way. Suddenly, he accidentally knocked over an enamel basin, which made a crisp sound on the ground, and the three young people burst into laughter.
Just as I was enjoying my meal, the dormitory manager, Uncle Ding, shouted from downstairs, "Li Zheng, answer the phone!"
The old man's voice came into the room through the window, breaking the originally joyful atmosphere.
Chen Dayong stood up first and said with a smile, "I'm full. I'll go get it. You guys take your time eating." After that, he hurried downstairs.
Only Li Zheng and Lin Xiaomei were left in the room.
Suddenly, there was a bit of silence, and both of them became a little reserved. Lin Xiaomei's hands unconsciously fiddled with the corners of her clothes, and her eyes were a little evasive.
"Brother Zheng, who do you think called?" Lin Xiaomei broke the awkwardness. She raised her head and looked at Li Zheng with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
Li Zheng wiped his mouth with a towel and said, "There must be something going on in the emergency room. Let's pack up first and be ready to go over there at any time."
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