Chapter 5 Eating
Ye Qian found a corner and slipped into the space. She quickly took off her makeup, changed her clothes, and quickly left the space.
When I came out again, I saw two men and one woman looking around at the alley entrance. I suddenly felt a little nervous, thinking they were out to catch me.
As Ye Qian walked out, she passed by a few people and heard the woman next to her say, "It's right here. She just went in. That woman is speculating and profiteering. She's carrying a small basket full of fine grains."
After saying that, the woman glanced at her. Ye Qian's eyes tightened, and she continued to walk forward without making a sound. When she heard the woman mention the small backpack, Ye Qian remembered.
All right.
My small backpack is still in the space, I forgot to take it out.
The two men also kept their eyes on the alley, and one of them asked, "Is what she said true?"
The other man said, "Let's go in and take a look. Waiting here is no use." Then he said to the woman, "You wait here, let's go in and take a look."
The alley was deserted, but there were two families living here, and both households had elderly people at home.
After checking inside, we didn't find any woman carrying a basket.
When he came out again, the woman who reported him was nowhere to be seen.
"Have we been deceived?"
The two men cursed at each other for a few words and then left.
After walking for a while, Ye Qian remembered that this woman was the one who bargained with her during the transaction in the afternoon.
She didn't agree, and the woman left without buying anything. What's going on? She reported him because she couldn't buy anything?
This guy is really good.
But I'm glad she had some space, otherwise she would have been caught red-handed.
As she walked, Ye Qian smelled a fragrant aroma. She touched her flat stomach with her hand. She hadn't eaten well that day, so she needed to take good care of this little body.
Then let's splurge a bit. Anyway, now she has money and tickets, and she also wants to taste the delicacies of this era.
Following the aroma for a few steps, I found the state-owned restaurant in front of me. I swallowed and walked in at a faster pace.
It is very small inside, just like a modern small restaurant. There are four tables at the entrance. Walking in, you can see a small window where people can get their food. Next to the window is a counter with a waiter sitting there, who is responsible for collecting money and tickets.
There is a small blackboard behind the waiter, which lists what dishes are served today, the main dishes, the prices and how many tickets are required.
Ye Qian glanced at the small blackboard and was a little disappointed that there was no meat today.
In fact, it’s not that she doesn’t have meat, but if she cooks it at home, others will smell the smell and it will be difficult to explain the source of the meat.
"Comrade, give me a bowl of egg noodles." Ye Qian handed the money and ticket to the waiter. After receiving the money and ticket, the waiter said, "Sit there. I'll serve it when you call me."
Ye Qian found a place to sit down and wait for her noodles.
It was past four o'clock, not yet lunchtime, so the state-owned restaurant wasn't crowded. After a while, someone called out from the window, "The noodles are ready." Ye Qian quickly stood up and served them.
This is also a feature of this era. When the food is ready, just shout and serve it yourself. No one will bring it to you.
The waiters in the 1960s were different from those in the 21st century. They all had very arrogant attitudes. You were temporary workers, but they had stable jobs.
This was Ye Qian's first time eating out, and she had no idea that the noodles were so big in portion. She filled a big soup bowl full.
She definitely couldn't finish the noodles, so she took a pair of chopsticks, mixed the noodles, which were made of pure white flour, and put an egg in them. She didn't add any green vegetables, which made Ye Qian feel a little disgusted.
Drink the soup first when eating noodles. He picked up the soup bowl and took a sip.
Pooh.
It's really hard to drink.
It's bland, and it tastes like hot pot water.
I endured the taste and took a bite of noodles.
He frowned.
It's really disgusting.
The noodles are clumping together and breaking when you pinch them.
I took another bite of the egg and it was too overcooked.
She forced herself to eat half a bowl. After all, she was so hungry. Wasting food was unacceptable these days. It would get you criticized. Besides, she still had over an hour to walk home. After finishing half a bowl of noodles, Ye Qian couldn't fit the remaining noodles in. She pulled the lunch box out of her shoulder bag. She had put it on when she was removing her makeup and changing clothes. It was a small army green bag she had searched for for a long time last night. It was quite in line with the aesthetics of this era.
I had a small backpack on my back, so I could do something to cover it up. It was going to be needed soon. Ye Qian put the remaining noodles into her lunch box and some of the soup as well. She drank the rest in one gulp. As she left, she was thinking, "I'd better not come here again. The noodles are so bad, I don't know how the other dishes will taste."
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Before it gets dark, hurry home. The roads are hard to walk on at night, with no streetlights or anything like that. Besides, it's not good for a girl to be out alone at night. As they neared Yejia Village, Ye Qian didn't forget her small backpack. She found a deserted spot, put her bag into her space, and took out her backpack. Of course, she didn't forget the bowl of unpalatable noodles either. She fed them to the fish when she passed by the pond. Whether it was eaten by humans or the fish, it all went into their stomachs, not a waste.
I've been running around all day and am exhausted. But I still boiled some water and quickly washed up. It's been days since I've been using the stove here, and anyone would be suspicious if they saw me. There's still some hot water left, so I washed my lunch box for next time.
After washing up, I sat on the bed and wiped my face. Only after doing this did I have time to sort out the money and tickets I earned today.
Looking at the colorful tickets and money, more than 800 yuan and several hundred kilograms of food coupons and other tickets, I felt at ease.
After all, as long as we have money and food, we don't have to worry.
After Ye Qian put her ID and money into her bag and tossed it into the space, she felt hungry again. Today was another day without a proper meal. She took out a clay pot rice, a bottle of Coke, a fried chicken leg, and a few skewers of barbecue and started to eat. She was still very happy eating delicious food. As she lay down, she felt a surge of guilt. Eating all this so late at night and going to bed right after eating was really unfair to herself. She warned herself in her heart that she must not do the same thing tomorrow.
Ye Qian thought a lot while lying on the bed. Although her house was habitable, it was actually very dilapidated. The tiles on the roof were crumbling and there were some gaps. The house leaked when it rained. She was afraid that the house would collapse before the winter.
If it is difficult to find a job in the city, then you can buy a house and move your household registration out. However, you don’t want to buy a house in the county town. You want to go to the city to have a look. But the city is very far away. If you want to find a place to stay, you need a letter of introduction and the reason must be stated. The village chief will not let you go out like this casually.
Ye Qian lay in bed and sighed, thinking that it would be great if she could have a job, so that the problems of accommodation and food could be solved, and she could leave here with a clear conscience.
Ye Qian fell asleep soon after thinking this. When she woke up, it was already daybreak.
Ye Qian got up and cooked himself a bowl of porridge. The rice was the Northeast rice in the space, and the porridge was delicious. The whole grains at home were stored in the space while cleaning. Although the whole grains were choking, they were still filling. Although he didn't want to eat them, he could sell them to others.
There was no iron pot at home, so she used a clay pot to cook porridge. This kind of clay pot was delicious, but it was slow to cook. She did have an iron pot in her space, but she didn't dare to take it out. While the porridge was cooking, she cleaned herself up and, unable to wait for the porridge to finish, she took out a plate of fried dumplings from her space and started eating.
Cabbage and meat filling.
Um.
tasty.
(End of this chapter)
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