No. 122 Stew
The lady at the counter sighed, "If you're talking about this, you should buy it at the pharmacy!"
"Oh, thank you!" Song Shuyan blinked obediently.
Buy some oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and go home.
Zhou Jingshen opened the back seat and the passenger door.
Gao Sulan rushed to the back seat first. Song Shuyan paused, and with the mother and son's tacit gaze, he got on the passenger seat.
After closing the car door for the two of them, Zhou Jingshen stretched out his long legs, walked around to the other side, and got into the car.
Gao Sulan was preoccupied with other things. "Oh, I forgot we had an appointment with the counter on the second floor yesterday. They're delivering the goods today. Could they have missed us?"
Song Shuyan hesitated for a moment and said uncertainly, "They won't deliver the goods at noon, right?"
"I don't know."
Gao Sulan patted the seat anxiously and urged, "Son, drive faster! Let's go back and take a look."
Zhou Jingshen said in a deep voice, "Why rush? If the delivery person really comes, the guard at the door will ask who it's for and will sign for it for us."
Gao Sulan instantly regained her composure and said, "Yes."
It's her fault. She hadn't bought any big items in a while and had them delivered to her door, so she forgot about it.
When he arrived at the gate of the family compound, Zhou Jingshen stopped the car and asked the comrade on guard a few words, and learned that the delivery truck had not arrived yet.
After sending the two of them home, he washed his face. It was almost time to go to training.
He looked at Song Shuyan reluctantly. Song Shuyan smiled at him, and he turned and strode away.
The corners of his lips were raised in the same arc.
Gao Sulan went into the kitchen, found a chopping board and knife, and cut the beef into pieces for later use.
The longer the beef is stewed, the more fragrant it becomes.
After a while, the aunts also came.
One of the aunts really brought a few big radishes.
They all brought their own enamel cups, so Song Shuyan didn't have to pour tea for the guests.
"Hey, Comrade Song hasn't gone back yet?"
Song Shuyan: “…”
She glanced at the aunt who asked the question. What a presumptuous question.
She was not sure whether this aunt was speechless or had something against her, so she smiled faintly and said, "Well, I'll go back later."
Gao Sulan washed her hands, came out of the kitchen and closed the kitchen door.
She suddenly felt a little conflicted. She bought a pound and a half of beef. If she stewed it now, everyone would smell the fragrance, but she couldn't invite the aunts to eat. Wouldn't that be a bad idea?
Please keep them for dinner. There is not much meat and beef is hard to buy. She can't bear to spend it!
She thought, "How about we take the work home?"
The aunts waved their hands, "No, no! It's fine at your house. We'll have company and we can chat."
"Yes, our house is a mess, and I'm afraid the kids will dirty the red cloth!"
Gao Sulan has a headache.
Ah, then is she still going to stew the meat?
Gao Sulan smiled to hide her confusion.
The aunts were already familiar with the process. They found the quilt cover they had half-sewn in the morning and started working.
Seeing he couldn't help, Song Shuyan simply returned to his room and closed his eyes to think about his next story. He didn't know if the story he had sent out before had reached the newspaper or magazine office.
She wrote five articles in a row and sent them to several places, like casting a net in the sea, waiting for the fish to respond.
At this time, Xinyin Magazine.
"Editor-in-chief, take a look at this manuscript!"
The assistant held a few thin pieces of letter paper, his face full of excitement and surprise.
It’s been a long time since I received a story with such a novel theme and decent writing!
The editor-in-chief looked at the young assistant suspiciously, but was moved by his expression. He took the manuscript, read it quickly, and then savored it carefully.
The fingers gripping the letter paper tightened more and more, revealing a surprised expression, "Okay, okay, okay!"
"I'll cut in line for this one and put it in the latest issue!"
"Let me check the contact information. Hmm, it's a new person."
Still a newcomer with potential.
The editor hesitated for a moment and told his assistant, "Let's give her a fee of 1,500 yuan."
Generally, for new employees, the magazine will only pay 1,200 yuan, and for the better ones, 1,300 yuan.
A remuneration of five yuan per thousand words is already a good salary for an old author with some reputation.
It can be seen that the editor-in-chief has high expectations for this newcomer, and perhaps is also afraid that she will be snatched away by other competitors.
At this time, Song Shuyan knew nothing about this.
Gao Sulan, who was outside, wasted a lot of time and gritted her teeth, thinking that she couldn't let her aunts disrupt her rhythm.
I went into the kitchen, boiled water and stewed the beef.
An aunt noticed her entering the kitchen and asked in confusion, "Hey, Comrade Gao is cooking so early?"
Gao Sulan came out and carried the white radish into the kitchen. She smiled and nodded when she heard this, but didn't say much.
The aunts were also considerate and didn't ask any more questions.
Gao Sulan was calmly peeling radishes in the kitchen.
Soon, the pot boiled and smoke rose.
A faint smell of meat wafted out.
The aunts pretended not to care, but were thinking in their hearts, is Comrade Gao going to treat us to a meal?
If Comrade Gao wanted to treat them to a meal, they should refuse. After all, they had received their wages and there was no reason for them to stay for a meal.
Besides, these days, meat coupons are limited to each family. Who would have the nerve to eat meat at someone else's house?
Another aunt thought, why hasn't Song Zhiqing gone home yet? It turns out he wants to eat meat in the evening.
However, Song Zhiqing was so thin that she looked like she could be blown away by the wind. She needed to take more supplements so that she could have children after getting married.
The group of women in the room tacitly agreed not to mention what was stewing in the kitchen.
However, the beef became more and more fragrant as it was stewed, and the aunts secretly swallowed their saliva.
They were conflicted. If Comrade Gao really wanted to invite them to dinner, it would be really hard for them to refuse!
At this time, someone outside shouted excitedly, "Is anyone home at Captain Zhou's house? The supply and marketing cooperative sent bicycles and sewing machines!"
Several people came over here carrying things.
There was an aunt in front who was watching the fun and leading the way.
"Oh, there are bicycles of this size?"
“I wonder if it’s expensive?”
"Haven't you been to the second floor of the supply and marketing cooperative? I saw a bicycle of this size two weeks ago and asked about it. The guy at the counter said it had already been sold!"
When the delivery worker heard this, he showed a look of understanding.
I'll have to ask Sister Wang to treat me to some candy and keep me quiet.
If this car was sold half a month ago, how could they deliver it only now?
The aunts who were doing needlework in the house put down their needles and threads, stood up and looked outside.
"Hey, is this a betrothal gift or a dowry? Why did you send it directly to the bridal chamber?"
Gao Sulan came out and said with a smile, "Shuyan said it would be troublesome to move it. Anyway, it's for her, so just put it here."
"The sewing machine has arrived, and that auntie knows how to use it, so we can save some work."
Following Gao Sulan's instructions, two workers from the supply and marketing cooperative moved the sewing machine into the house and placed it in place.
The aunt, who volunteered to help, pushed the bicycle into the house and asked, "Where do I put this?"
A new car cannot be left outside in the wind and sun, as it will easily break down!
Gao Sulan said quickly, "Just put it next to the corner."
"Hey, it smells good! What kind of meat is being stewed?" An aunt sniffed and asked bluntly.
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