Besides, if they don't spend it, others will spend it for them later.
“You’re right, we can afford the high price of grain.”
Zhao Hui took stock of the supplies and put Grandma Zhang's things in a separate place so they wouldn't get mixed up later.
A few days later, Zhao Hui and Sang Youde went to the black market. They were very lucky; as soon as they entered the black market, they encountered other people buying mutton, and they bought a leg of lamb directly.
The two found a secluded spot, put the lamb leg into their spatial storage, and then went to buy three live chickens.
Chickens can be raised in the family compound, as long as there are no more than five.
They don't plan to eat these three live chickens; they intend to keep them in the dormitory and eat their eggs later.
A gust of wind blew by, and Zhao Hui wrapped her coat tighter. She saw that there was a cotton shop ahead.
It doesn't snow here, but it's still quite cold.
The key is that unlike in the north where there are heated brick beds, the indoor temperature is comparable to the outdoor temperature, so they have to wear thick clothes in winter, otherwise they will freeze to death.
Previously, their comrades from the north came to visit their home in Shanghai. As soon as they entered, they wanted to take off their coats, but then they found it was even colder inside, so they quickly put their coats back on.
Without saying a word, Zhao Hui went over and bought all the cotton.
They bought quite a lot today, so they didn't dare to be too ostentatious and could only hurry back.
When Sang Feiyu saw the lamb leg, he was reminded of the lamb skewers he had eaten before.
"Grandma, do you know how to make lamb skewers?" she asked Zhao Hui eagerly.
"You need bamboo skewers to make lamb skewers, so how about using lamb cubes instead?"
Sang Feiyu beamed with joy, "Okay!"
Lamb has a strong flavor, and they didn't want others to know that their family eats meat every day, so they prepared this lamb meal directly in their space.
Besides making mutton cubes, Zhao Hui also made mutton buns.
She learned to make steamed buns by herself; otherwise, she wouldn't know how.
They used to buy steamed buns and dumplings from outside; very few people knew how to make dumplings or steamed buns.
Sang Feiyu ate the mutton pieces wrapped in lettuce, and the taste was absolutely superb!
As for the mutton buns, they didn't touch them.
We can save the steamed buns and eat them another day.
Sang Youde found a bottle of Moutai and poured a glass for himself and Zhao Hui.
"This stuff goes well with alcohol."
Sang Youde ate a mutton and vegetable bun and then drank a glass of Moutai.
His son-in-law used to give him cases of Moutai liquor, so he didn't think it was extravagant at all.
Sang Feiyu wasn't interested in alcohol, so he grabbed a bottle of soda and drank it to cleanse his palate.
In the end, Sang Youde and Zhao Hui finished a bottle of Moutai without even turning red in the face.
If Sang Feiyu hadn't stopped them from drinking, they could have had another bottle.
When night fell and everything was quiet, Zhao Hui and Sang Youde woke up and prepared to locate Zhangjia Village.
Zhao Hui packed a box of diced mutton and ten mutton buns for them.
Grandma Zhang and her family ate with great satisfaction. No one complained about being woken up in the middle of the night; in fact, they were already looking forward to being woken up in the middle of the night in the future.
It's cold now, so the mutton buns can be kept until the next day. They only ate five buns and saved the other five for breakfast the next day.
As the children went to sleep, they eagerly awaited the next day so they could eat mutton buns!
Sang Youde and Zhao Hui were just about to go back when a voice called out to them, and they both froze.
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