Early in the morning, Bling opened her eyes, wondering why it had been so quiet last night. It shouldn't have been like this.
Has Granny Shen changed her ways?
But it's getting late, she should take care of herself.
Since starting the medication, Bu Ling's sleep time has noticeably increased; if he doesn't get at least ten hours of sleep each day, he lacks energy during the day.
She also asked Grandpa Yu, who said it was a good thing, a sign that her body was recovering.
The more you sleep, the faster your body recovers.
Bling was finally relieved.
On my way to work, I happened to run into Wu Yuanyuan, who lives on Route 11.
"Sister Yuanyuan, get in the car, I'll give you a ride."
Wu Yuanyuan didn't stand on ceremony: "Let me give you a ride." She didn't want to die young.
Bling didn't argue with her, stopped her bicycle, and sat on the back seat.
She was riding a 26-inch women's bicycle without a crossbar. Wu Yuanyuan got on the bicycle from the front and carried Bu Ling towards the state-run restaurant.
"Yuanyuan, how are your blind dates going lately?"
"Don't even mention it, it's a long story," Wu Yuanyuan said bitterly.
Are you still going for a date today?
"I've arranged to go to the park with a gay man today!"
"Just going to the park? Not even going to see a movie or something?" So stingy.
Wu Yuanyuan gave a silent, bitter smile: "Let's just give the matchmaker some face."
"Sister Yuanyuan, this won't do. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. How long will it take? What if we run into someone who's good at pretending? Wouldn't that be dangerous?"
“I have no choice. My sister-in-law is pressing me hard, and my brother has even gone back to his parents’ home with her. If I don’t hurry, the initiative will be out of my hands.”
Overnight, her beloved family members all changed, and the pain she felt was unimaginable.
Buling asked hesitantly, "Sister Yuanyuan, have you ever thought about finding someone nearby, someone you know well?"
She didn't intend to directly promote Tiehe; she just planned to start by making some preliminary remarks.
“Of course I thought of that. The problem is there aren’t any eligible unmarried young men around here. I can’t very well marry Uncle Li.”
"Of course there are! Aren't Uncle Qian's third son and Uncle Tie's son still unmarried in our courtyard? Aren't they eligible bachelors?" Uncle Li is a widower with three children.
"The two of them? They're no good!"
"What's wrong?" Bling asked curiously.
Wu Yuanyuan didn't hide anything from her: "Qian Xingyan is a good-for-nothing. He doesn't have a job now and hangs out with a bunch of Red Guards all day. I don't respect him at all."
"But what about iron and?"
"Tiehe, Tiehe is even worse. He likes Jiang Hua. How could I be interested in someone that Jiang Hua doesn't like?"
The elderly woman on the subway was using her phone? She'd never heard Tiehe mention that before.
Could it be that she's trying to trick me into marriage?
Just as Buling was about to ask how she knew, they arrived at the state-run restaurant. She swallowed the words she was about to say, deciding to ask again at noon.
Due to the drought, the state-run restaurants have been reducing their supplies again and again; today they didn't even have meat, only about thirty eggs.
Even the most skillful cook can't cook without rice, so Grandpa Tan could only make a rather unsatisfying stir-fried wood ear mushrooms with eggs, which was the only meat dish he had today.
And just like that, before noon, all the vegetables were sold out.
After hanging up the "Sold Out" sign, Buling returned to the kitchen and ate her staff meal. With the food supply reduced, their staff meals had also become a step down in quality.
Today we had cornbread buns and cucumber salad, incredibly simple, yet it's still something to be incredibly envious of.
In any case, with this kind of staff meal, the employees of the state-run restaurant will definitely not starve.
After finishing her meal, Buling quietly asked Manager Zhu for leave. She planned to go to the grocery store and use all the usable coupons in her spatial storage so she wouldn't be left without them later.
Manager Zhu readily approved it.
This is an unspoken understanding; as long as you finish your job duties, going out for a short while doesn't count as taking leave.
Bling pushed his bicycle out of the backyard and headed straight for the grocery store.
In the middle of the day, with only a few people on the road, Buling pedaled his bicycle very fast and arrived at the grocery store without any obstacles.
She went straight to the meat stall
A chubby middle-aged man was guarding the meat stall. When he saw Buling, he asked with a smile, "Buying meat?"
Bling nodded
"Uncle, do you still have meat?"
"Yes, how much do you want?" the uncle replied.
With the current drought, few families are willing to spend money on meat. Wouldn't it be better to use that money to buy a few more pounds of grain?
"Sixty-two jin!"
"hiss---"
The butcher looked at the thin little girl in front of him and reminded her, "Do you have that many meat coupons? You can't do it without coupons!" Was this little girl just trying to make fun of him?
"Yes!" Buling took out a stack of meat ration coupons from his satchel.
This is all the hostage she had, including what she received from the Du family, plus the benefits she received from working for several months. After deducting expenses, this is all that was left.
"These are the meat ration coupons for our entire village. The harvest is about to begin, and we're trying to replenish our supplies," Buling said, seemingly serious but actually feigning.
The uncle nodded knowingly. "So that's how it is," he said, taking the warrants from Buling. He carefully examined each one, finding none counterfeit, before putting them in his pocket.
"Should I give you 62 jin directly, or should I cut it into jin?"
"Let's cut it into pieces of one pound each, that way the villagers can easily divide it!" Buling thought this would save her the trouble of dividing it herself.
Upon hearing the request, the uncle dragged the meat onto the cutting board, and with swift, precise strokes, chopped off sixty-two pieces of meat.
The uncle ate the meat piece by piece: "No more, no less, exactly sixty-two pounds."
Bling was completely impressed by the uncle's precise move.
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