For today's dinner, Peng Yong proposed a "event" and everyone pooled funds to go to a catering service company for dinner.
But Yu Guijun didn't really want to pay, and he complained about poverty both inside and outside his words.
After all, Peng Yong and Wang Bing still had the mentality of children. Seeing that Yu Guijun was really poor, they agreed: for his share of the money, he only needed to pay enough for his own food stamps, plus 1 dime.
Just fine.
If Yu Guijun needs to share the food money, Peng Yong and Wang Bing will share it for him.
When the four of them left the school, they entered the catering service club.
I saw only three or five tables of guests sitting sparsely in the huge lobby, eating there.
Then go into the elegant room inside.
There were bursts of chatter and laughter, and it was unknown which leaders from each unit were having a dinner inside.
In the hall, most of the guests eating are employees of various units in Hongxing Township.
For example, at grain stations, animal husbandry stations, health and epidemic prevention stations, etc., they basically order two plates of dishes for three people, and three plates of dishes for five people, and pool their money to tie the knot.
It can also be regarded as "going out to a restaurant" to have a meal.
Luo Xuan was still eating and saw Dai Hongmei's father.
It's just that he turned a blind eye to Luo Xuan who walked in. He clearly looked at himself but did not say hello to himself.
This made Luo Xuan think that he was afraid that he would take advantage of him.
Those people just come here to eat meat and fill their bellies, so there is nothing strange about it.
in the lobby,
There was only one table in the "Porting Company" where porters, tall and thick-set, were drinking with a plate of pork head, a handful of peanuts and a bowl of tofu.
These people are all hard-working roughnecks. They don't have any particularity. They just listen to their orders of guessing, rock, paper, scissors, and the noise is nothing short of a commotion!
There was nothing surprising about these people. Only the guests at one table caught Luo Xuan's attention.
Just because the other guests, there are only three to five people at one table, seven or eight people in groups, everyone is busy eating, as if they are afraid that they will miss a chopstick.
After all, it’s a tie. If I don’t eat enough, I feel a little bit panicked...
But this guest was alone, occupying a table to himself, which made him look a little different.
I saw that he was tall and tall, with a ruddy complexion. He looked about 60 years old.
He is different from others in his simple clothes and disheveled face.
This old man has a calm demeanor and elegant movements. He is wearing a coarse shorts, but it cannot conceal his proud and independent temperament.
On the table in front of him, there was a plate of cold pork head and a plate of fried peanuts.
He gently picked up a 3-cent porcelain wine glass with three fingers. As soon as he closed his eyes, with a "sizzle" sound, the wine in the glass was swallowed down his throat...
"call--"
"strong enough!"
The old man drinks alcohol, which is completely different from the members of the production team.
He had his eyes closed for a long time before slowly opening them, and exclaimed: "Smooth entrance, thin throat, good wine!"
It didn't matter what the old man said, but Luo Xuan's heart skipped a beat when he heard it!
Such a familiar voice!
This man spoke politely, with a calm and neutral tone, but there was an unquestionable sense of majesty and domineering in his words!
The first time I heard this sound was in the office of [Dongsheng Shop] in the county town.
The second time I heard this sound was in the "Nanhua Palace" Taoist Temple.
This is the third time today that I heard him speak.
However, in the past, I could only hear his voice but not see his person. This time, I can see the other party clearly and clearly...
Luo Xuan couldn't help but think: Is there such a coincidence in the world?
If there are too many accidents, it becomes inevitable.
Could it be...that the other party is targeting me?
Then what is his intention?
Luo Xuan was muttering in his mind, thinking about various things.
The behavior of Ji Xuyuan, who was drinking, attracted Wang Bing, Peng Yong and others who were walking among the tables, chairs and benches to stop and watch curiously:
Even Wang Bing, who never spoke much, couldn't help but wonder, "What kind of wine? Can this old man drink honey water?"
Peng Yong also watched intently and murmured to himself: "When my father drinks, he will take a sip when he picks up the big cup. Then he opens his mouth and breathes out like the rhubarb in my house. It makes my father burst into tears.
Damn it, how can this old man be so savory?"
The old man turned a deaf ear to the words of these little brats.
He slowly opened his eyes, then raised the thin-necked flask on the table and pointed the mouth of the flask at the small wine glass.
A stream of white wine as thin as a baby's pee and as clear as water slowly flows out of the flask.
Then the old man's hand quickly lifted up, and then slowly lowered it.
In such a move, the small wine glass on the table was filled with a full glass of white wine.
The hops are rising and the wine is fragrant.
Seeing this, Yu Guijun sincerely praised: "This old man's ability to pour wine is better than that of my second sister-in-law. When she poured wine for my father, she filled it up with a 'swish' sound, and then filled the wine bottle with a 'bang' sound.
On the table, from time to time my second sister-in-law would say to my father, "Drink, drink you to death"!
How can someone like this old man pour wine so beautifully?"
When Ji Xuyuan saw Luo Xuan and others approaching, he greeted him: "You guys, come over to share a table?"
There are more than 20 Eight Immortals tables in the lobby of the catering service agency. They are empty, with only 3 or 5 guests at the tables.
Is there any point in sharing a table?
Peng Yong and others smiled at the old man and then walked inside slowly.
"How many friends, would you like a drink?"
Ji Xuyuan poured himself a glass of wine, then raised his glass and smiled at Luo Xuan and the others: "Come on, come on, if you can drink 1 glass of wine today, I will give you 1 tael of rice.
If you drink 10 cups, how about I add a plate of celery shredded pork or twice-cooked pork to satisfy your cravings?"
"Hui, twice-cooked pork?"
Yu Guijun's eyes suddenly opened wide, "Really, really?"
Peng Yong gave Wang Bing a tug, and he and Luo Xuan sat down at the table next to Ji Xuyuan.
Only Yu Guijun made a "swish" sound, rushed to the old man and lowered his head, and asked him with a face full of surprise: "Grandpa, are you telling the truth?"
Ji Xuyuan smiled and nodded, "That's natural. In all my life, when have I ever deceived anyone?"
Yu Guijun swallowed a sip of saliva, pointed at the pig head meat on the table and said: "Then can I lay it down first?"
Ji Xuyuan tilted his head and signaled to Yu Guijun to do whatever he wanted.
Then he waved to Luo Xuan's table, "You guys come together too. Tonight, as long as you drink, I will give you extra rice and vegetables."
Peng Yong's reflex arc is a bit longer.
When the old man spoke before, Peng Yong thought he was joking.
Now when I heard what Ji Xuyuan said, I couldn't help but feel moved. I saw his figure moving, looking a bit eager to try.
Wang Bing looked at Luo Xuan.
Seeing Luo Xuan just staring at the gaps on the table, Wang Bing followed Luo Xuan's example and sat there counting the gaps in the table.
Peng Yong looked left and right, but in the end he still didn't get up and go over.
Yu Guijun was facing the plate of pork head meat at the next table, full of bitterness and hatred, with a determined attitude of willing to die, and he devoured the plate of meat in three or five mouthfuls.
At this moment,
The waitress at the service station was carrying a wooden tray to serve Luo Xuan's table of guests.
"Comrade waiter, please give me this table and serve 2 taels of pork head meat."
Ji Xuyuan said to the waiter, "Add another portion of cold dried tofu and half a pound of cold sausage."
The waiter lowered his head to serve Luo Xuan and the others, and replied without raising his head, "Go to the counter to order and pay. What kind of society is this? Who do you expect to serve whom?"
"Well--"
Ji Xuyuan's drinking posture was very elegant. It seemed that he had never choked on wine.
But the waiter's words really choked him...
"I go!"
Yu Guijun stood up suddenly, "I'm going to watch them weigh. Grandpa, you don't know, those..."
The waiter had finished serving the food and was turning around to walk away.
Yu Guijun glanced at her back, lowered his voice and said to the old man: "You don't know, when they weigh, they only watch the food being served.
If they meet the boss, they will pick the fatter pig head meat, and the meat will be fat intestines...it's so oily! The portions are so generous that you can't even weigh them.
If they see country people like us, although they will not be short of weight, they will always give us walnut meat...too thin. They still have to keep an eye on it..."
Ji Xuyuan frowned, "That's a long way to go!"
Yu Guijun chuckled, picked up the 5 yuan that the old man had put on the table, quickly handed the money to the counter in front, and went to pick the meat on the cold dish board.
"How's it going? Come here."
Tonight, Ji Xuyuan seemed determined to become an old man who scattered his wealth.
I saw him waving to Luo Xuan again, "It's not interesting for me to eat alone. Come on, come on, come over and have a drink and serve you some fat twice-cooked pork! How about it?"
Luo Xuan, Peng Yong and the others were in the dormitory and had already discussed it.
Tonight we are tied, the food stamps for how much rice each of us needs to eat, and the price difference we need to make up, are all paid by ourselves.
But the dishes that everyone eats together are shared equally among four people.
Before setting off, everyone carefully discussed what dishes to order and how much they would cost.
so now,
There were only three dishes on the table for Luo Xuan and the others: a plate of braised tofu, a plate of cold shredded lettuce, and a plate of braised pork blood, which were regarded as meat dishes.
These dishes are not expensive, costing only 9.7 cents in total.
If you cook these dishes at home, you probably won’t even spend 30 cents.
This is also a solution. If there are no tickets and no indicators, the tofu and pig blood on the market will not be available to ordinary people.
Moreover, the reason why the dishes of the catering service are so expensive is because the "Planning Committee" deliberately did so.
The original intention of this official document is to use the huge price difference to deter those who do not have meat tickets or tofu quotas but want to eat meat from the catering system.
No tickets, but want to eat meat to satisfy your craving?
It doesn’t matter, pay for it!
Double your money!
This alone will scare 99% of people away from eating in restaurants...
When the food was served, Luo Xuan's table was immediately filled with food!
Wang Bing had a big appetite. He ordered 6 taels of rice and needed two sea bowls to hold the rice.
The amount of rice Peng Yong asked for for himself was eight taels, and it would take three sea bowls to hold it!
Luo Xuan didn't want to waste food stamps here, so he only ordered 4 taels of rice for himself, which would take two taels of rice to hold it.
Three people, three dishes, and 1 catty and 8 taels of rice.
This standard is actually very common in restaurants, and it even exceeds the standard a little bit.
However, because Yu Guijun ran away halfway, it would not be a luxury to have three dishes for four people and more than 2 kilograms of rice.
Ji Xuyuan saw that Luo Xuan and the others were eating frugally, and frowned slightly, feeling a little puzzled: Didn't it mean that in the current production team, agricultural production is booming, land output is increasing by leaps and bounds, and they are singing loudly all the way?
Why are the children of members of the production team still so poor?
Ji Xuyuan was born in a small aristocratic family. He has been in the business world all his life, and all he has come into contact with are respectable people.
At that time, although he knew that it was not easy for farmers and that it was difficult for tenant farmers, he had no particularly intuitive feelings, let alone a deep understanding of life in a mountain village.
Later,
He listens to the news every day through radios and newspapers, so he knows that life in the countryside is different from the past, and the living standards of farmers have been greatly improved.
Therefore, it is reasonable that he does not particularly understand the difficulties faced by the production team today...
