"Oh well."
After hearing what Jia Dongsheng said, what else could Qin Huairu say? Seeing Jia Dongsheng take out the flour and start kneading the dough to make steamed buns, she felt a little distressed. There was nothing she could do. She was afraid of being poor, so she wanted to save the delicious food when she had it.
They save them until they are almost hairy and then take them out to eat. This situation is not uncommon for people who lived in the 1960s, 1970s and 1980s.
The red tomato and egg soup, plus the big white steamed buns, everything looks so tempting.
"My son is amazing. Since he came back, every meal at home is delicious."
While eating, Jia Zhang looked at Jia Dongsheng, her eyes full of happiness and pride.
In this day and age, being able to get food is an extremely capable thing, and it is normal for your family to be proud of you.
"Mom, if it tastes good, eat more." Jia Dongsheng responded with a smile.
"Well, I'll eat more. I like white flour buns."
A big steamed bun weighed more than four taels, and Jia Zhang finished it in just a few bites. It was obvious that she hadn't eaten a white flour steamed bun for a long time.
Qin Huairu on the side was also quietly eating white flour steamed buns. After marrying into the city for so many years, the number of days she had eaten white flour steamed buns could be counted on her fingers. She cherished them very much.
But this kind of life was not given to her by the man she married. Qin Huairu felt a little strange eating the white flour buns in her stomach. She even had a thought: "If I had married Dongsheng back then, would I have been able to eat delicious meals every day and not have to be a widow?"
He sighed. There was nothing he could do about it. Seven or eight years ago, Jia Dongsheng was only twelve or thirteen years old. Even if he hadn't studied medicine, he couldn't marry her.
As the saying goes, when you have a full stomach, you have more ideas, and this is true at this moment.
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