182 Selling Rice
After finishing breakfast, Gao Qinghe put down the bowl.
"Thank you for cleaning up, Mom. I have to go out for something and will be back for dinner tonight."
After saying this with a smile, Gao Qinghe took out a piece of tissue paper to wipe his mouth, thinking that he would go to the county town later to see if there were any places selling napkins or tissue paper.
She always wiped her mouth with a handkerchief because she was afraid she couldn't wash it quickly enough.
Accustomed to the convenience of the Internet age, Gao Qinghe couldn't help but sigh that it is difficult to go from extravagance to frugality when thinking about the fact that we don't even have napkins now.
The sun before Mid-Autumn Festival is always so strong that it makes people dizzy, but thinking that he would be riding a bike soon, Gao Qinghe still took out his long-sleeved shirt and long pants and put them on.
The old-fashioned pure cotton material is a bit stiff, but fortunately it is breathable.
I don’t know how the decoration of Miaomiao’s Fool Clothing Store is going?
However, she was in charge of the decoration design, which was a millennial fashionable lady's house style. As long as the master followed her requirements and didn't use his own imagination, there should be no problem.
After a few days of being busy after getting married, Gao Qinghe finally had some free time to go out and do some errands. She was humming a song from the Taiwanese drama "The Wrong Car".
"If the wine is gone, if the wine is gone, what a familiar voice, it has accompanied me through so many years of wind and rain... I never need to remember it, and I will never forget it..."
When I walked to the gate of the yard, I saw a 28-inch bicycle parked against the wall.
Gao Qinghe paused humming and shouted into the house, "Mom, I rode my bike away!"
Without waiting for anyone to respond, he jumped on his bicycle and turned into a shooting star, disappearing on the winding road.
Jiang's mother frowned and muttered, "What a strange tune you're humming..."
But remembering that she said she would be back for dinner, Jiang's mother snorted in dissatisfaction, "Mom, I'll be back for dinner tonight! You talk so nicely!"
He cursed with all his might, but his body was honest as he went to the utility room to find a vegetable basket, thinking about what vegetables to get from the vegetable garden to make dinner.
Gao Qinghe was riding his sister-in-law's bicycle, which was three years old.
In the past two years, Jiang Yu rode his bicycle to go to and from school in the town middle school, regardless of spring or autumn, rain or shine. The bicycle was already covered with traces of wind and frost.
Now I go to school in the county town and live in the school dormitory. I only come back to ride on weekends or during winter and summer vacations.
Jiang Yu did suggest that his mother ride it regularly, which would be convenient for going to town or to distant places to visit relatives and have drinks.
Jiang's mother resisted three times: "I can't, I don't know how, I won't ride!"
Things tend to break down easily if they are not used for a long time. Fortunately, Jiang Baohai still remembers to lubricate the chain regularly.
Although it was not as easy to ride as the new speed-controlled bicycles, Gao Qinghe managed to reach the outskirts of the county smoothly by wobbling all the way.
Driving all the way to Huang Yanqiu's house, Gao Qinghe unexpectedly discovered that there were two small construction sites nearby that were under construction.
There was a lot of dust at the construction site, and Gao Qinghe regretted not wearing a mask.
“I really miss the sunscreen integrated mask…”
But these days I don’t know where to get this kind of gangster mask-like thing.
Gao Qinghe suddenly remembered the crocheted cloth covers on the armrests of the sofa and the TV cabinet at home.
Maybe I can ask my cheap mother-in-law to help make one?
If it were his own grandmother and mother, Gao Qinghe wouldn't even dare to think about it.
These two ladies' needlework skills are not as good as her father's, who can even knit intricate sweaters.
But the crocheted cloth cover is obviously much more delicate than the knitted sweater, with tassels and embroidery made of wool on it.
"Gao Qinghe!"
A shout brought Gao Qinghe back to his senses from his wandering thoughts.
Huang Yanqiu stood under a maple tree on the side of the road with her belly protruding, her hands on her hips, and glared at her angrily.
Gao Qinghe stopped the car, propped himself up on one foot, and rolled his eyes in surprise, "Why are you here?"
Huang Yanqiu said angrily, "I called you from a distance, and watched you ride past me. What were you thinking about? You were so absent-minded. How could you be distracted while riding a bike and not be afraid of falling?"
Gao Qinghe laughed heartily. "It's too hot out here. I thought of asking my cheap mother-in-law to make me a gangster mask."
Huang Yanqiu didn’t understand, she didn’t understand at all!
Mother-in-law is mother-in-law, is there a cheap one?
A gangster is a gangster, what does that have to do with a mask?
Gao Qinghe didn't want to explain any more and scootered to the tree on one foot.
"What are you doing here when you're not home? I was just about to go look for you."
When we got under the tree, we found that there was a cart at the corner of the tree.
There was a large wooden board on the small cart, with four vegetable bowls on it, one meat dish, two vegetable dishes, and another bowl of mixed grain rice with white rice and corn kernels.
Zheng Xiaopeng, also known as Huang Yanqiu's husband Zheng Laowu, was wearing a white apron and white sleeves, and was taking a bowl out of a small basket under the horizontal board.
Seeing Gao Qinghe, he smiled at her sheepishly, "My cousin is here."
Gao Qinghe nodded as a greeting, then turned around and looked at Huang Yanqiu in surprise.
Huang Yanqiu shrugged and looked at the busy Zheng Xiaopeng and explained:
"I used to work with that painter. He would sleep well before going to work, take a nap at noon, and come back at 5pm. The painter couldn't stand it and asked him to get out."
Huang Yanqiu leaned close to Gao Qinghe's ear and said, "Tsk tsk, last time you said he had a talent for cooking, I took it seriously. When I was at home, I tried to cook every day. Anyway, I have to cook for us mother and daughter."
"I didn't teach him much."
The food she cooks is mediocre because food was scarce when she was a child.
If you want to make a dish delicious, you need to use all kinds of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar in the right way.
So these are all details that Zheng Xiaopeng figured out himself.
"He went to the market to ask others, then came back and tried to make it himself. Anyway, I think it tastes pretty good."
"I didn't dare to urge him to find a job. He said he wanted to sell food, so I came with him to see for himself."
Having said that, Huang Yanqiu couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth and nodded vigorously at Gao Qinghe.
"Today is the third day, and all the food we brought from the past two days has been sold out."
Huang Yanqiu nodded towards the two small construction sites opposite. There were only about sixty workers in total.
But because there were no other restaurants nearby and the construction workers had just arrived and there was no one to cook, they became the only one.
Not much food needs to be prepared every day. Zheng Xiaopeng doesn't do any extra work. He only prepares portions for fifty people and leaves after selling them out.
The price is 80 cents per person, with a fixed spoonful of meat and free-flowing vegetables and rice.
Huang Yanqiu did the math and found that after deducting the cost of the food from the fifty servings, she could only make ten yuan.
But I'll leave after finishing the work at the construction site. I don't know how many months I can earn this idiot.
The main reason is that this place is close to home and it only takes a few minutes to push the cart over.
If it was too far away, Huang Yanqiu felt that Zheng Xiaopeng would not be willing to do it.
In addition, when it is windy or rainy, I cannot go to work. In reality, it is very good if I can earn more than 150 yuan a month.
But as long as Zheng Xiaopeng is willing to continue working, she won't have to pay the 50 yuan to her parents-in-law every month.
And there is still some money left at the end of the month, enough for the couple to live on.
Huang Yanqiu patted her bulging belly and said to Gao Qinghe proudly:
"I think this baby is my lucky star. Since she came, everything has gone smoothly."
Gao Qinghe uttered a "huh", and Huang Yanqiu reacted and quickly said that she was her biggest lucky star!
Only then did Gao Qinghe put on a satisfied smile again.
Huang Yanqiu muttered to herself: An adult is competing with a child.
It was lunchtime and workers came out from the construction site across the street.
As soon as you leave the construction site, you can see the stall under the tree. Several workers can't wait to run over and ask what dishes are available today.
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