When Han Zhenyu came back after washing his hands, Su Xieqiu had already brought the food to the table.
The browned cornmeal cakes, chicken stewed with kidney beans, cold beans, and a pot of golden chicken soup are all appetizing at first glance.
If such meals were to happen in modern times, they would only be considered commonplace.
But now it is the 1970s, and not every family is willing to eat like this even during the Chinese New Year.
In fact, Han Zhenyu doesn’t care much about his appetite. As long as he can fill his stomach, he doesn’t care whether it is coarse grains or fine grains.
Maybe I was too hungry today. Looking at the food on the table, I couldn’t help swallowing.
Su Xieqiu first scooped him a bowl of chicken soup and said with a smile: "I have been stewing this soup for a long time. How do you like it?"
Han Zhenyu immediately took it and tasted it, praising it generously, "It tastes very delicious. And the scallion pancakes from last night are better than those made by the chefs at state-owned restaurants."
"Then eat more." Su Xieqiu picked up another chicken leg and put it in his bowl. She only picked up a chicken claw and nibbled it slowly.
Han Zhenyu saw that she only ate the leftovers and was reluctant to take any good meat, so he put the chicken leg in her bowl and said, "Don't just eat those things that have no nutrition. Eat more meat and drink some soup, so that your wound will heal faster."
"I ate two pancakes and drank a big bowl of soup while I was cooking just now, and I'm not that hungry now."
Su Xieqiu did eat, but most of what she ate was things from the space.
Hearing her say this, Han Zhenyu thought that she was reluctant to eat it, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her was softer than usual.
When Su Xieqiu saw him staring at her like this, she suddenly found it a little funny. This was really a beautiful misunderstanding.
The reason why she was gnawing on a chicken foot was definitely not because she was reluctant to eat it as Han Zhenyu thought, but because she really liked to eat leftovers such as chicken feet and chicken necks. However, no one would believe this if she said it out loud.
So the two of them pushed and shoved each other, and in the end Han Zhenyu won.
After Su Xieqiu ate the chicken leg, he was forced to drink two bowls of soup and eat a cornmeal pancake. In the end, he was so bloated that he could hardly walk.
Han Zhenyu said: "I have to leave early the day after tomorrow. I wanted to buy you some food and leave it at home, but I was worried that it would be inconvenient for you to cook.
I made an agreement with Han Lei this morning and asked his family to keep the eggs and his mother would cook two for you every day.
If the old woman doesn't let you eat, try not to get into a fight with her. Go to Han Lei's house to eat, and I'll buy food for him when I come back."
Su Xieqiu quickly refused, "No, it's too troublesome to ask others to deliver food every day. I can just buy what I want to eat myself."
There are so many things in her space that she can’t finish them all. If she spends money to buy more, wouldn’t that be a waste?
Seeing that Han Zhenyu wanted to say something else, Su Xieqiu interrupted him with a smile, "Don't worry about me, I will never let them bully me like before. If they dare not let me eat, then they will definitely not be able to eat."
Seeing that she insisted, Han Zhenyu had no choice but to let her do what she wanted. In the end, he still gave her a few more instructions with some concern, "If they go too far, go find the captain. I'll say hello to him before I leave."
Su Xieqiu nodded, "Yeah, I understand."
"By the way, how do you want to build the house?" Han Zhenyu asked.
As soon as the topic of building a house came up, Su Xieqiu immediately became interested. She had been thinking about it for the entire morning and even drew a picture on the ground with a fire poker while cooking.
"I want to build three main rooms. We will each live in one room, and the middle room will be used as a living room and dining room. Then I will build a kitchen, a bathroom, and a toilet."
She said excitedly, then looked at Han Zhenyu and asked, "What do you think?"
When Han Zhenyu heard her say that there were three main rooms and that they would each live in one, the spark of hope that had just begun to burn in his heart was instantly extinguished as if a bucket of cold water had been poured on it.
But he didn't want to show it, so he just said calmly: "It's up to you to decide."
Seeing that he was not as enthusiastic as before, Su Xieqiu thought that his request was too much.
Come to think of it, building so many houses must cost a lot of money.
It's really too much for him to make so many demands when he doesn't even have any money on him.
And she didn't know how much money Han Zhenyu had on him? She only knew that the old woman paid the 50 yuan. If she covered it according to what she just said, that little money would definitely not be enough.
She said embarrassedly, "Does it cost a lot to build a house? I don't know much about this. If money is tight, we can build a smaller one. Two adobe houses should be enough. We can build a shed for the kitchen and toilet. This should save a lot."
Han Zhenyu knew she had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained with a smile, "Just build it as you said, don't worry about the money, a few mud houses won't cost much."
Su Xieqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had no confidence if he had no money.
After the reform and opening up, you still have to go out and work hard. At least when you are financially free, you can choose to live the life you like.
Han Zhenyu left after dinner. Su Xieqiu washed the pots and bowls and walked around the yard for a while to help digest the food. Just as he was about to take a nap, he heard someone knocking on the door.
"Who is it?" Su Xieqiu opened the door and asked while standing in the yard.
"I, Zhenmin, open the door quickly, it's so hot." An impatient male voice came from outside. It was Yang Lanhua's youngest son who was attending high school in the city.
Su Xiaqiu stood there without moving. In her memory, Han Zhenmin was 18 years old and quite handsome, but he was very arrogant and looked down on others.
Although he is still in high school, he already has someone he is interested in marrying, and she is from the city.
I heard that his girlfriend's family is very well-off and her parents are both workers at the Pingnan County Textile Factory.
Yang Lanhua often boasts to others about how capable her son is and how much her in-laws think of her son.
Han Zhenmin, like the Han family, looked down on Su Xieqiu and never gave the original owner a good face. He always spoke to her in an instructing tone and asked her to help with the work as if he was giving orders to his own servants.
Su Xieqiu was very disdainful of such people. Although today's high school students have a high level of talent, what does it have to do with others?
He looks down on this and that all day long, without even considering whether others can look down on him.
Su Xieqiu didn't rush to open the door, nor did he care that Han Zhenmin was banging on the door outside.
She first went to the kitchen to pour out all the water in the tub, then slowly walked to the door and took down the door fork.
Han Zhenmin pushed the door open with all his strength and asked her with sweat on his forehead, "Why did you open the door just now? Are you deaf? Didn't you hear me knocking on the door for so long?"
Su Xieqiu pinched his waist, glared, and shouted loudly without showing any weakness: "Are you blind? Can't you see that I'm slow to react due to a head injury?"
After saying that, he looked her up and down, curled his lips and said with disdain: "You are still a high school student, but you just talk nonsense. Your family spent so much money to send you to school, don't you even learn the etiquette, morality, integrity and shame? Then why go to school? Don't go. Go to work in the fields tomorrow and earn work points."
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