Although Yu Defu was a fourth-level worker at the Dongfeng Commune Machinery Factory, his seniority and ability were undeniable. People with more seniority and ability than him were not allocated welfare housing, so naturally he wouldn't be either.
Therefore, the Yu family has always lived in the old house in Baihe Brigade.
Upon entering the kitchen, Yu Yao was still surprised, even though she was somewhat prepared.
The small kitchen was dimly lit, with firewood piled haphazardly behind the earthen stove, and the floor was made of mud, compacted by footing.
There are several puddles now, clearly caused by yesterday's rain leaking and the lack of basins to catch the water.
Blackish-yellow water kept dripping from the roof above the earthen stove, forming a small puddle in front of the stove opening.
The bowls used for lunch are still lying aside, unwashed.
Han Fenglan and her daughter are really capable. The original owner was only away from home for half a day, and they managed to make such a mess of the kitchen.
Yu Yao's gaze fell on the wooden cupboard next to the stove.
Han Fenglan hid all of the Yu family's grain in a cupboard with a lock on it, and the key was in Han Fenglan's possession.
The original owner always had to ask Han Fenglan for food when cooking.
Han Fenglan would watch over the amount of grain, oil, and salt used at every meal, and would grumble and complain if the original owner added even a little too much.
Yu Yao looked around, walked to a corner, picked up a wood-chopping knife, and cleaved open the lock on the cupboard.
Opening the cupboard, one sees seasonings and grains, with a small bag of high-gluten flour and a piece of cured meat hidden at the very back.
Yu Defu worked in a factory. In addition to his monthly salary of fifty yuan and ration coupons, he also received some condiments such as soy sauce and vinegar as a benefit.
Yu Yao looked around and saw that there was still quite a bit of refined grain.
None of these things were for the original owner. The poor original owner worked himself to the bone every day to earn work points, but all the food he received went to others.
Not to mention the fermented rice flour and cured meat, she barely ate any of the rations distributed by the brigade, and would often pick mushrooms and wild vegetables to eat.
Yu Yao weighed the high-gluten flour in her hand; there was probably about two ounces left. It would definitely taste good if she used it to make thin pancakes.
The cured pork was only a small section, less than half a palm's length, which was just right for stir-frying with the mushrooms I had picked.
Following the original owner's memories, Yu Yao reached under the cupboard and found an egg.
Han Fenglan is really something. The brigade stipulates that each household can raise no more than three chickens, otherwise they will be punished for having their "capitalist tail" cut off. The Yu family raised three chickens, all fed by the original owner of this body.
Han Fenglan said she would save the eggs she collected every day to sell for money and forbade the original owner of this body from eating them, but she herself hid them and ate them.
Yu Yao took them all without hesitation, and then went to the backyard to pick a bunch of scallions that the original owner had planted.
During her years as a corporate slave, besides boxing, her biggest hobby has been cooking.
Open her short video app and scroll through her following list; most of them are food bloggers.
She learned to cook a lot of delicious food by following these videos.
The kitchen was too dirty, so she tidied it up briefly, then prepared all the ingredients before starting to make the pancakes.
She had seen the blogger use this rural earthen stove before, and it seemed to be fine.
They put firewood into the stove, then added easily flammable dry straw, and finally lit an old newspaper with a match to ignite the straw.
Soon, an enticing aroma wafted out of the kitchen.
Han Fenglan and Yu Honglan were talking inside when they smelled this aroma and swallowed hard.
"See, what did Mom say? This girl has always been timid and easy to bully. Even if she's learned to be smarter today, she still can't change her servile nature. Once she gets over her anger, she'll still obediently go and cook."
Yu Honglan had already taken a shower and changed her clothes; her eyes were swollen like walnuts.
"But Mom, I embarrassed myself in front of Uncle Su today. He will definitely tell the Lu family that I can't take his place in the marriage."
Han Fenglan said nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? The engagement was arranged by the Yu family and the Lu family patriarch. Even if Comrade Su and Lu Yunqi said something, the engagement is still decided by the patriarch. The Lu family will be here in a couple of days. As long as you do as I say, I guarantee you'll be able to marry into the Yu family."
Yu Honglan felt a little better after being comforted like that, and looked at the location of the kitchen.
"Yu Yao made me lose face so badly today, are you just going to let it go like this? Mom, I'm not willing to accept this."
“This girl is nothing to fear. We’ve alerted her today. Let’s give her some space. I’ll call your dad later and have this brat sold to the mountains.”
Yu Honglan was shocked. She looked around and, seeing that Yu Defu was not there, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mom, didn't we agree not to mention Dad at home? If Dad finds out, he'll definitely get suspicious."
She has two fathers; the first is her biological father, and the second is Yu Defu.
Han Fenglan was unfazed. "Don't make a fuss. Someone from the brigade office just came. They had your dad's phone number. He's gone out."
"We can't say that. If that little bitch Yu Yao hears it and tells Yu Defu, he'll suspect I'm not his daughter, and that would be troublesome. We absolutely can't let anyone know that we're still in contact with Dad."
In fact, before Yu Yao's mother died, Yu Defu and her mother Han Fenglan had already started an affair. She was only a few years younger than Yu Yao, and Yu Defu always thought that she was his biological daughter.
Over the years, the mother and daughter have used this to gain many benefits.
"Alright, that's settled then. It's getting late, I'm going to pick up your brother from the village primary school. We'll have dinner when we get back." With that, Han Fenglan left.
Yu Honglan yawned and lay down on the bed, intending to take a nap.
Anyway, someone else is cooking, so all she has to do is eat.
After seeing Han Fenglan leave, Yu Yao glanced at Yu Honglan's tightly closed room and then closed the kitchen door.
She lit the fire and poured in the oil. After looking at it, Yu Yao poured in half of the remaining small half-bottle of oil.
Add more oil; if there's not enough oil, the mushrooms won't be fragrant.
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