She finally got to eat the mung bean jelly she had been longing for.
Although the ice that He Ruixue brought back was almost melted, Jiang Yanxu kept it in water after making it, so it tasted particularly cool.
When turned upside down, it is a green bowl-shaped paste, which is cut into irregular small strips with a knife and added with chili, vinegar and coriander.
The jelly itself has no taste, only the fragrance of mung beans. The sauce prepared by Jiang Yanxu tastes very good and whets people's appetite.
After trying it, the whole family thought it was delicious. Wang Taozhi even asked him how the sauce was prepared. After asking, she found out that a lot of sesame oil and spices were used in it, so she immediately gave up the idea.
My goodness, the annual quota of sesame oil in their family is only a few ounces. They only drop two drops of sesame oil on the eggs with chopsticks when steaming them, and they would never add it at other times.
"I really don't know how to live."
Even though she was cursing like this, she turned around and added another bowl, "Give me more chili, I like this taste."
No wonder it uses so many good things, it smells really good.
There is a wooden shed next to the kitchen to store firewood. Many people in the city, especially teenagers, would go from street to street selling firewood.
She picked up dried dead branches and chopped the dead tree stumps into pieces of suitable size. A bundle cost two cents, and He Ruixuehua could buy fuel for several months for one dollar.
He Chunsheng was standing in front of the firewood pile smoking at this time. He was a little depressed by his mother's sudden attack just now. He hid to clear his mind and studied the big stone mill in front of him.
He Ruixue bought this thing from a stonemason shortly after she moved in. It took three strong men to carry it back. It was as big as the millstone used by others to grind soy milk and make tofu.
He thought that in the future he could bring the corn flour he ground at home here. The flour he bought from the grain station was never ground very finely, and sometimes even contained a few small stones, which hurt his teeth and irritated his throat.
The cigarette was almost burnt out when a crisp voice suddenly broke his thoughts, "Brother, what are you doing here? Go eat some jelly. I left a big bowl for you. Come and try it."
Turning around, He Ruixue was standing under the eaves, looking at him with a smile, a hint of concern in her eyes.
He Chunsheng put out his cigarette and nodded in response, "Hey! I'm coming."
Dongbao has indeed become different now. He has become more stable since he started working and can understand their difficulties.
From time to time, they would send him rare and valuable things, and he just regarded it as a sign of filial piety.
The gifts made him happy, and his younger sister's thoughts made him feel even more comforted. He felt that all the kindness he had shown her in the past was meaningful.
In his eyes, Dong Baozhen is no different from his own daughter. He has not even put so much effort into He Xiaojie, and the same goes for his wife.
There was something he had never told He Qiu Sheng. When he heard that Dong Bao almost fell into the water, he rushed back to the village overnight and taught He Xiaotuan a lesson, which made his injury even worse.
As for the punishment of not being allowed to eat the next day for this unfortunate brother, it was decided after he personally hinted to his parents.
Wang Taozhi couldn't sit still, so she went back to the village with him. During those days, she wanted to tie Dongbao to her body.
He took her to the market to buy hair flowers, candied haws and sugar figurines, for fear that she would be frightened.
I guess my little sister doesn’t remember these little things.
As he walked into the kitchen, all his depression disappeared.
Having lived for so many years and experienced war and famine, what else could he not let go of?
As long as the family is together in harmony, nothing else matters.
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He Ruixue came to Xingze County and asked about the guesthouse next to the train station, but it turned out to be full.
Later, through an introduction, they learned that there was a guesthouse next to the chemical plant.
This is not uncommon, especially in the northern heavy industrial areas, where many factories open corresponding factory-run guesthouses to entertain customers and outsiders.
It's just that there aren't many large factories doing this in their province, so it seems a bit strange.
The guesthouse is newly opened, the environment is clean, the facilities are new, and there is new paint next to the stairs.
An elderly lady was standing behind the counter, constantly hooking cotton shoes with her hands. She took the time to look at their letters of introduction.
"Our factory has been so busy lately that the guesthouse is almost full. Luckily you came early, and there are only three rooms left. The letter said you're here for work, not as a couple, so you need two rooms, right?"
"right."
She put down her crochet hook, wrote down a few words, and handed her the invoice and key. "Here, there are two rooms on the third floor. Go downstairs to get hot water. A full thermos costs ten cents."
Xu Dening whispered, "That's really expensive!", put on a smile, and used his advantage to ask her for information. Soon he knew everything about the people living in the guesthouse and where they came from.
He Ruixue sighed that it was a right decision to bring him here while checking the invoice in her hand.
At the top was a familiar revolutionary slogan, followed by a few lines of printed regular script:
Guesthouse accommodation receipt
RMB 1 per day accommodation
Xingze County Huiguang Chemical Factory Guesthouse
The name of the person in charge and today's date are written at the end, and it is stamped with the official seal. One ticket is only valid for one day, and you need to apply for a new one if you want to continue staying there. Well, it's very strict.
The two went upstairs. The walls were white, and the doors and windows were new. They were not as shabby as the guesthouses He Ruixue had lived in before.
The room was simply furnished with a single bed, a desk and two chairs. On the desk was a rattan kettle, and near the door was a washstand with an enamel washbasin on it.
Towels and slippers are naturally not provided.
Xu Dening said thankfully, "This place is well decorated, the sheets and quilt covers are all new, Sister He, we are also in time.
I heard that in some guesthouses you can only sleep in a large bunk bed with several men, and they have smelly feet and snore. I can’t stand it.”
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