These next few days, I estimate that every household will put their saved-up treasures to good use.
Even if it's just for one or two meals, if your family eats it today and his family eats it tomorrow, the smell of meat gets mixed up, and their family doesn't stand out as much.
As autumn approached and the weather grew colder, Suti noticed that Wei Baichuan didn't have many warm clothes while tidying up the house.
Seeing that it was still early, and remembering that her grandmother had sent her a lot of yarn, she decided to knit a sweater for Wei Baichuan first.
She would put a coat on him when winter was approaching, she thought, touching her belly. When winter came, her child would come to find her.
Perhaps everything will change, but the people who are meant to appear will all be there, and Suti felt at ease thinking about this.
She spent the whole morning knitting half of it. Seeing that it was getting late, she quickly tidied up and prepared to cook a good meal for Wei Baichuan.
Thinking back to the braised pork he had packed from a state-run restaurant last time, it was very fishy and not very flavorful, but Wei Baichuan liked it very much.
Suti is going to cook braised pork himself this time. Compared to the boiled pork he's used to, he'll have to be more generous with the seasonings for braised pork.
Take the step of caramelizing sugar, for example. Sugar is so precious these days. Let alone using it as an ingredient, people are reluctant to use it even when entertaining guests.
Suti didn't care about the materials at all; Wei Baichuan was working hard in the fields, so his meals had to be good.
After the braised pork was simmering, she cooked white rice in a separate pot, because braised pork is best eaten with rice.
She didn't add anything; she just put plain white rice into the pot.
I picked some green peppers from my private plot, plucked a handful of sweet potato vines, chopped some minced meat, washed the side dishes, and they were ready to be served.
Stewing meat in an earthen pot is much faster and more flavorful than cooking it on a stove in the city. Once it's thoroughly cooked and mushy, Su Ti ladles it out and then quickly stir-frys a green pepper and egg dish.
She also cooked sweet potato leaf and meat soup. By the time all the dishes were cooked, it was almost 11:30. Suti quickly packed them into a lunchbox and went to the field.
When we arrived at the field, everyone was still working hard, and no one was allowed to complain of being tired until the appointed time.
"Su, you're here?" The brigade leader was also leading the work, but there were many miscellaneous tasks during the autumn harvest, so his work was not fixed.
They moved about here and there, and the brigade leader didn't keep track of work points; instead, he distributed grain based on the full work points each year.
In addition, there were extra subsidies from the commune, as well as some rare receipts.
"I've brought the food." Su Ti looked around, but all she saw were heads; she couldn't spot Wei Baichuan.
"Wei Lao Er is at the far east end." The captain knew who she was looking for just by looking at her eyes and pointed her in a direction.
The people standing next to him also looked on with envy, wondering what good deeds Wei Lao Er had done in his past life.
Even though Su Zhiqing is busy with work, she still remembers to bring him meals.
Their wives, let alone bringing them food, would rather sleep a little longer whenever they have a spare moment.
Unlike Su Zhiqing, who is not only outstanding but also obsessed with her man.
The men in the brigade were regretting it again; they should have acted sooner.
Su, the educated youth, used to look down on people from the countryside. Who knew she would turn out like this after marriage?
They had almost forgotten how arrogant and spoiled Su had been in the past.
"It's time, everyone take a half-hour break." There's only half an hour for lunch.
Unlike usual, we don't get a two-hour break at noon.
Not only can everyone go home for lunch, but they can also take a short nap. They have to squeeze in this time.
Suti saw that everyone had gone to the tree or the haystack, and it took her a long time to find Wei Baichuan.
"Wife, why are you here so early?" Wei Baichuan turned around and saw his wife. He hurriedly went over and took the basket from her.
He was so busy with his work that he didn't notice anything amiss.
"It's getting late. If you come any later, you'll go hungry." Suti looked at the person covered in sweat and took the towel he had brought out of his basket.
"Wipe your sweat first. Are you hungry? I've cooked you something delicious." Suti knew that many people around them were watching them.
Not wanting to attract too much attention, they took the person to a secluded spot.
"I'll go wash my face in the fields before I dry it." Wei Baichuan looked at the clean white towel, feeling it would be a shame to get it dirty.
Rice is grown in this field, and water is plentiful for irrigating the rice paddies, thanks to numerous ponds and rivers.
"Okay." Suti was about to tell him to take a towel when he had already jumped far away.
Looking around, everyone was wolfing down their pancakes, eager to finish quickly and take a break.
Suti also took the lunchbox out of the basket, his nose already catching the aroma.
Many families ate better than before during the autumn harvest, like the old Party Secretary's family, who ate chive and egg dumplings.
Even if they only had dry biscuits, those families would boil a couple of eggs to take with them to help them recover. Su Zhiqing's diet was definitely no worse than theirs.
The moment the lunchbox was taken out, everyone was drawn to it. They recognized the lunchbox; they had seen it before at the department store.
That thing requires an industrial ration coupon, so they think it's useless. Can't a bowl be used just as well?
"Wipe your face." Suti handed a towel to the person running over, his face covered in water droplets.
"Wife, have you eaten?" Wei Baichuan wiped his face and looked at the large bowl of rice, and another lunchbox containing large pieces of meat.
I don't know how the meat was cooked, but it was crystal clear.
There was also some stir-fried golden-brown chili and eggs, and a bowl of soup, with oil floating on top of it.
Wei Baichuan was stunned when he opened the food container. He knew his wife was a good cook, and he usually didn't dare to eat such delicious food every day because of his concerns.
He understood the saying "possessing a treasure is a crime," just like the two meals he ate when his mother-in-law and her family came last time, and the braised pork rib noodles he made last time. He was already drooling over the delicious food.
Unexpectedly, the food this time was even better. Is there anything his wife can't cook?
With cooking skills like that, even state-run restaurants would be scrambling to hire you.
"I'll go back and eat later. There's still plenty at home. I got up late, so I'm not hungry right now."
"Your stomach is empty, isn't it? Don't worry about me, hurry up and eat, we still have work to do later."
Suti lowered his voice, otherwise his words would have made people even more envious.
While other families consider eating eggs a sign of meat, her family eats meat to their heart's content. State-run restaurants wouldn't dare hire her now.
The key to good food is the ingredients. Her meal used several times more ingredients than others. Now she's focused on being full, not on eating well.
Of course, this is still in a small place. If it were Beijing or Shanghai, those with good cooking skills would be more sought after.
"I'm not very hungry. I even brought a cup of malted milk powder with me." Wei Baichuan knew his wife cared about him.
"My goodness, what kind of meat is that? It smells so good!" Several people around craned their necks to look at the food that Wei Lao Er was carrying.
Watching him eat white rice and glistening meat, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva as they saw how much he enjoyed his meal.
These rare egg-filled pancakes in my hand don't taste good at all anymore.
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