Jiang Shiyue held the wooden stick across his body. Zhang Sufen froze in front of him. The two of them confronted each other for a while. Zhang Sufen made a sound of disgust and limped back to the inner room. She reluctantly folded the messed-up clothes into the wooden box one by one.
During the whole process, he kept cursing, but Jiang Shiyue pretended not to hear.
Before leaving, Zhang Sufen pointed at Jiang Shiyue with an angry look on her face, "Jiang Shiyue, I was wrong to treat you as a sister! From now on, we are done with each other!"
Jiang Shiyue rolled her eyes at her. Someone who didn't know her would think she was a scumbag and a heartless person.
After driving Zhang Sufen away, Jiang Shiyue's first thing was to run to the bathroom to get the padlock and hang it on the door. He would have to lock the door when he went out in the future. Even if the thieves couldn't get in, he still had to be on guard against the traitors like the original owner and Zhang Sufen.
Jiang Shiyue fed Yangyang some water, went to the kitchen to change a piece of honeycomb coal, and began to process the purslane she had picked while humming a little tune.
After the pig's trotters were braised, Jiang Shiyue cleaned the pot, boiled water again, blanched the purslane first, and then blanched the ribs in water, intending to make sweet and sour spare ribs.
Squeeze out the water from purslane, chop it into small pieces, add chopped lard, and slightly adjust the seasoning to make dumpling filling.
The spare ribs from 1978 are real spare ribs. Unlike those from decades later, they do not have as much meat on them. There is only a thin layer of meat left on the bones, which makes them very suitable for making braised spare ribs.
At noon, Chen Shanhe came back from get off work and saw Yangyang sitting on the bed, concentrating on reading the Xinhua Dictionary.
On the table was a plate of red braised pork ribs and tender braised pig's trotters.
The fragrance was so strong that Chen Shanhe couldn't help swallowing.
Jiang Shiyue happened to come in with dumplings in her hand. She pointed at the plate that Chen Shanhe took, feeling a little embarrassed. "I'm not very good at cooking, so you have to make do with it."
Chen Shanhe's eyes fell on the plate. Not only were the dumplings of varying shapes, but many were also broken. He said nothing, only, "Thank you for your hard work!"
Jiang Shiyue thought to herself, this guy is definitely a straight man!
Even if you can't compliment her against your will, at least you can say "thank you!" What the hell is hard work?
Delicious food makes people feel better. Jiang Shiyue was too lazy to argue with the straight man. After all, they were living together.
In the afternoon, Jiang Shiyue chopped half a pound of meat into minced meat and made meatballs.
Jiang Siyue added some pig's trotter skin and wild celery to the braised pig's trotter soup, and it became skin jelly after cooling.
Dinner was meatball soup, chopped jelly, and hand-rolled noodles.
Jiang Shiyue pointed at the noodles in Chen Shanhe's bowl and proudly showed off: "I made these noodles myself!"
She made it herself using flour and dough, bit by bit. This is also a skill that everyone learns during the confinement period.
Chen Shanhe looked at Jiang Shiyue's dark, expectant eyes, swallowed back what he wanted to say, nodded, and said two words, "Amazing!"
Jiang Shiyue: “…”
wood!
fool!
Late stage of straight male cancer!
I suddenly lost the desire to chat anymore and lowered my head to eat noodles.
Chen Shanhe sighed barely perceptibly.
It is true that it is difficult to change one's nature.
When Jiang Shiyue asked him to have dinner with her, he thought she would eat in the cafeteria with him, but he didn't expect that she would still have to cook for herself and the food standard was higher than before.
He ate a meal that was more sumptuous than the Chinese New Year meal, but he had no taste for it. He shouldn't have trusted Jiang Shiyue.
Jiang Shiyue and Yangyang enjoyed their meal very much, especially Yangyang, who burped after eating so much.
Before going to bed at night, Chen Shanhe knocked on Jiang Shiyue's door and said, "Jiang Shiyue, you don't have to cook for me tomorrow morning. Yangyang and I will go to the cafeteria to eat."
Jiang Shiyue was so angry that she sat up and asked through the door, "Chen Shanhe, what do you mean? You ate my food and drank my drinks, but you won't take me with you to dinner tomorrow?"
Chen Shanhe glanced at the bag of white flour and asked, "Don't you want to make it yourself?"
"How much trouble is it to cook it yourself?" Jiang Shiyue was embarrassed to say that she couldn't cook, and she only knew a few things she had learned online. "I don't have time to cook. I still have to make money to pay off my debts!"
If you want to buy a bicycle without a ticket, it will cost at least three hundred yuan.
"Then these noodles and lard you bought..."
"Save it for occasional meals!"
Chen Shanhe realized that he had misunderstood her. He felt a little embarrassed and said dryly after a moment of silence, "Then I'll get three servings of rice in the morning."
Jiang Shiyue lay back down inexplicably. After thinking for a while, she guessed why Chen Shanhe said this and suddenly felt helpless.
It’s all the original owner’s fault!
Her credit is ruined, and even people like Chen Shanhe don't believe she will reform.
She did plan to cook for herself when she was in the black market, but who would be willing to cook when they can get a free meal?
These days, buying food is so difficult, and getting in and out of the compound is inconvenient. Even if you buy a pound of meat, you have to eat it quickly for fear it will go bad. Eating delicious meals every day is simply impossible, and money is hard to come by. Why make your own steamed buns when you can get them anyway?!
I still need to make money quickly so that I can move out more conveniently. Starting tomorrow, I still need to focus on making money.
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After breakfast early in the morning, Jiang Shiyue took the clothes that needed to be altered and the blueprints, and took Yangyang to Da Liu's house to find Wang Hong.
Wang Hong was alone at home. When she saw Jiang Shiyue, her face was filled with repulsion. She resisted the urge to lock Jiang Shiyue out and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't we agree that you would help me alter my clothes?" Jiang Shiyue raised the clothes she was holding.
Wang Hong refused firmly: "I didn't promise you." She clearly refused on the spot.
"Do you still want me to return your bike?" Jiang Shiyue knew Wang Hong hated him now, and no matter what he said, she wouldn't listen, so he just acted like a rogue. "If you don't help me, then you'll assume you don't need me to compensate for your bike! Then I'll leave."
He turned around and pretended to go out.
"Wait a minute!" Wang Hong stamped her feet and had no choice but to let Jiang Shiyue in. She said unwillingly, "We agreed that it's 50 cents for one piece and one dollar for a set. You have to pay after the alterations, no credit."
"Okay!" Jiang Shiyue agreed immediately. She walked in, put the clothes on the stool, put the draft paper she had drawn on the square table, and urged Wang Hong, "Take a look. Is this style easy to modify?"
Wang Hong only took one look and frowned, "How can the clothes still be sold after being altered like this?"
Jiang Shiyue brought over two sets of clothes, one was a suit and the other was a short-sleeved top and trousers.
She wanted to alter her suit into a slimmer fit that would only be popular decades later.
The collar of the short-sleeved top was changed to ruffles, and the pants were changed to flared pants.
Bell-bottom pants were first introduced in late 1978, during the early days of reform and opening up, when young people were influenced by two movies and began to imitate and learn from them. They gradually became popular.
As a time traveler, how can she be called a golden finger if she is not at the forefront of fashion?
Wang Hong was clearly having trouble accepting these new styles. She mentally cursed Jiang Shiyue for being unfaithful to her husband and even coming up with such clothes! If clothes were made so tight, wouldn't everyone be able to see everything?!
It's just worse than being naked and wearing multiple layers of cloth, which is too embarrassing!
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