Chapter 614: The food is well done, dont cook it again
A childhood without being beaten is incomplete, but Qin Hao is not a child who has just turned twelve. He quickly got rid of Aunt Wu's pursuit, took a path home, and changed out of his wet clothes.
While he was getting dressed, a little head popped out of the crack in the door and stared at him blankly.
They were all children anyway, so Qin Hao didn't have any scruples. He put on his clothes and pants, rubbed his sister's head, and waved his hand.
"Let's go, brother will take you to the street to eat delicious food."
Qin Xianglan was obviously very moved, but she reminded with a worried look: "But, mom went to work and said that if you run around again, I will break your legs."
Qin Hao pinched the little girl's cheek and said with a smile: "Why don't we get home before she comes back? If you don't tell me and I don't tell, how will she know we're not at home?"
Qin Xianglan tilted her little head and thought about it, and thought it made sense, so she put a fleshy little hand into Qin Hao's palm and followed happily.
Along the way, Qin Hao looked at the surrounding environment curiously. According to the memory of the original owner, it was the summer of 1977.
In the 1970s, Jinling still retained the appearance of the old city. Every household was still burning briquettes, not even briquettes. Every house that emitted black smoke was basically burning a fire. There were basically no high-rise buildings, all of which were made of bricks and tiles.
The bungalows and alleys are twisty and complicated, and those who are not familiar with the road conditions can easily get lost in them.
"Brother, I want to eat steamed cake."
At first, the little girl was a little worried about being discovered by her mother. When she passed by a snack seller on the street, she couldn't walk.
In the snack bar, the steamed cake molds made of paulownia wood were steaming out, and an alluring aroma of rice mixed with the aroma of sesame hit your face.
"Master, help me get two steamed cakes." Qin Hao's appetite was aroused unconsciously.
"Okay, two and four cents."
Qin Xianglan drooled while looking forward to the movements of the master's hands, and did not forget to remind: "Dip more brown sugar."
The master laughed and said, "That's enough. If you have more, I can give you half a kilogram of brown sugar."
Qin Hao paid the money, took another steamed cake from the master, and continued walking forward with the little girl. He also took a bite. Not to mention, it tasted really good, soft and chewy.
, of course, the more important thing is that it is sweet. In the 1970s when supplies were scarce, anything with sweetness was rare.
After walking less than fifty meters, Qin Hao suddenly tightened his hands, lowered his head and couldn't help laughing. His sister Qin Xianglan had already finished the piece of steamed cake in her hand, and was staring at the unfinished piece in her hand.
, almost drooling.
"Here you go."
Facing the steamed cake that Qin Hao handed to her, Qin Xianglan hesitated a little and asked innocently: "Brother, don't you want to eat it?"
"I won't eat anymore. I'm so tired." Qin Hao said casually.
Qin Xianglan happily took the steamed cake and took a bite. Her delicate willow eyebrows almost narrowed into crescent moons. At the same time, the little girl thought suspiciously.
"Why would my brother feel tired of such delicious food? Could it be that he fell into the river and drank too much water?"
The little girl was puzzled, but it did not hinder her eating speed, and she quickly destroyed the remaining steamed cakes.
Qin Hao started to think while taking the little girl for a stroll.
It stands to reason that the conditions of the original owner's family are still good. Although the father died young, because he was burned to death using rescue equipment, the factory not only gave him a pension, but also let the original owner's mother, Aunt Wu, enter the factory to take over.
In addition to her husband's position, she also gets an additional allowance of ten yuan a month. Including her own salary, it is more than forty yuan a month. Except for those dual-income families, they are also considered a high-income group.
However, this little money is only enough for the normal expenses of a family of three. They can only eat meat once a month at most. The age of twelve is the time when the body is growing, not to mention that there is a six or seven-year-old sister who needs nutrition.
Oil and water won't do.
"Brother, what are you looking at?" Qin Xianglan asked curiously when she noticed that Qin Hao suddenly stopped standing still.
The direction of Qin Hao's gaze was towards a middle-aged woman with a big belly, holding a vegetable basket in her hand, who was walking across a stone bridge with difficulty and heading this way.
"Hey, Xiaohao, Xiaolan, why are you two here?"
Wei Shuying, Qiao Wangzu's wife, Qiao Yicheng's mother, a woman who only appeared in one episode in the original drama, now appeared in front of Qin Hao alive.
"Aunt Wei, I ran away with my brother, please don't tell my mother, otherwise my mother will beat my brother again." Qin Xianglan hugged Wei Shuying's thigh and said pitifully.
Wei Shuying laughed, reached out and pinched the little girl's cheek, then looked at Qin Hao, shaking her head with gentle eyes.
"Yeah, if 10% of our family were as naughty as your brother, I would have beaten them long ago."
"Come back with me quickly. Your mother will get off work soon. If she doesn't see you when she gets home, she will definitely be anxious."
In this way, Wei Shuying "held" Qin Hao and her two siblings and rushed home. Qin Hao took the vegetable basket from her hand and sighed when he found that there were only some cheap wild vegetables in it.
Qiao Wangzu is definitely the most irresponsible father Qin Hao has ever seen. His wife gave birth to four children for him, and he has never been kind to any of them. Now his wife is pregnant with the fifth child, and she has a big belly.
Not only did he not take care of his wife because of his limited mobility, but he was also very demanding on living expenses. He ate and drank heavily outside, but he never brought it back to share with his wife and children.
"You kid, how come you look like an adult?" Wei Shuying couldn't help but laugh when she saw Qin Hao frowning and sighing, looking young and mature.
Qin Hao didn't answer, but just sent Wei Shuying all the way to the door of Qiao's house.
Wei Shuying opened the door and saw three little ones immediately surrounding her. The oldest boy looked to be seven or eight years old and a little thin. He must be Qiao Erqiang. The other was five or six years old with two pigtails and a pretty face.
The pretty little girl should be Qiao Sanli, and the little girl who is three or four years old and still has a runny nose is undoubtedly Qiao Simei.
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Qiao Simei suddenly sniffed: "Mom, did you buy steamed cakes for us? It smells so good."
A look of guilt flashed in Wei Shuying's eyes, but she could only tap lightly on the tip of her fourth daughter's nose: "You, this nose is more powerful than anything else, but my mother didn't bring you anything delicious today. I'll go cook first."
, wait until your dad gives you living expenses later, and then mom can buy it for you, okay?"
"Then, okay." Although Qiao Simei was a little regretful, she nodded obediently.
"Oh, you are so good."
Seeing the harmonious situation of the family, Qin Hao couldn't help but be touched, and at the same time a little confused.
Such a gentle and kind woman left the children she loved so early. God was so cruel to her.
But then I thought about it, if she continued to live, not only would she have to raise five children, but she would also have to serve the irresponsible Qiao Wangzu. Is this really fair to her?
"Xianglan, let's go back." Qin Hao was a little undecided for a moment, whether he should find a way to save Wei Shuying or not.
"Oh, Sanli and Simei, I'll leave now and come back to play with you tomorrow." Qin Xianglan was not bothered by Qin Hao and waved to her two playmates carelessly.
When she got home, Aunt Wu hadn't gotten off work yet, so Qin Xianglan started to complain that she was hungry after sitting there for a while.
Qin Hao couldn't help but tugged at her rosy little face: "I just ate one and a half steamed cakes, and I became hungry so quickly. How can you eat so well?"
Despite the teasing, Qin Hao got up and went to the kitchen to look for something to eat.
In fact, it’s no wonder. These days, people don’t have enough food in their stomachs, so they naturally get hungry quickly.
Not bad, there is still a bowl of oil residue, a pot of lard, a basket of green vegetables, and a few loofahs at home, but there is definitely no meat.
She found a match and lit a fire to burn the briquettes. Qin Xianglan looked at Qin Hao blankly.
"Brother, you don't want to cook, do you?"
"Why, do you doubt me?"
Qin Hao used the hand that had just grabbed the briquettes to melt it on the little girl's face, causing the little girl to run away in anger.
"Ah, brother, you are so annoying."
Qin Hao laughed and waited for the briquettes to heat up before starting to cook.
Seeing Qin Hao cooking, it really seemed like this. The little girl had just returned from washing the black fingerprints on her face and was squatting aside.
"Brother, when did you learn to cook?"
Qin Hao tried to slap the little girl's face again, which frightened the little girl and took a few steps back. Only then did she realize that Qin Hao's hands had been washed, so she stared at him angrily.
"Do you still need to learn this? Just watch what my mother does, and you won't be able to copy the gourd."
The little girl tilted her head and looked suspicious: "Is this so?"
But seeing Qin Hao's skillful movements when chopping vegetables, the little girl couldn't help but start to have serious self-doubt.
"Am I too stupid?"
Qin Hao ignored his sister who was already doubting her life. When the pot was hot, he dug out a spoonful of lard from the porcelain basin and melted it in the iron pot. A strong aroma of lard began to spread in the air.
I don’t know when, rumors that lard was harmful to the body began to spread. Vegetable oil gradually began to replace lard and became the mainstream of people’s daily meals. However, in the 1970s, most families could not afford vegetable oil.
Lard stir-fry not only tastes good, but can also replenish much-needed fat in the body. It is definitely a must-have "artifact" for every household.
After frying the vegetables, Qin Hao started frying the loofah again, also using lard. When it was half cooked, he grabbed a handful of the oil residue and threw it into the pot. The aroma of the loofah mixed with the oil residue hit his face.
Qin Hao added some salt and soy sauce and was about to taste the saltiness when he saw that Qin Xianglan was already drooling from greed. Her big black eyes flickered at Qin Hao and almost wrote on her face: Please feed me.
Already.
"Here, come and taste the saltiness."
Qin Hao used chopsticks to pick up a piece of oil residue and loofah, blew hot air on it for a while, and then put it into the little girl's mouth.
The little girl's face immediately showed an expression of satisfaction, just like a kitten lying lazily on the eaves in the winter, basking in the sun, her entire facial expression relaxed.
The Qiao family across the wall was also cooking at the moment. After Wei Shufen finished washing the dishes with a big belly, she smelled the aroma of lard coming from next door, and she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"Xiao Wu got off work early today?"
Qiao Erqiang and the other little guys also smelled the fragrance, and their already growling stomachs became even more unbearable, and they began to urge Wei Shuying to cook quickly.
Wei Shuying looked at the three pairs of longing little eyes, and she scooped out half a spoonful of lard, which was not much, and put it into the pot. The three little guys stood by the pot, sniffing the lard as it melted in the pot.
The smell of oil stains made everyone drool with greed, wishing they could just scoop up the lard from the pot and drink it.
Seeing her children being so greedy for a little lard, Wei Shuying couldn't help but feel a little sad, but when she thought of her husband Qiao Wangzu, Wei Shuying could only sigh secretly and continue to immerse herself in cooking.
However, after a while, as the aroma of oil residue mixed with loofah filled the air, the three little guys turned their attention to Wei Shuying again.
Wei Shuying looked at the longing eyes of her children and walked to the cupboard. When she opened it, she found that the bowl containing the oil residue was already empty. It must have been used by Qiao Wangzu when he was drinking last night.
"The oil residue is gone. When your dad gets paid his salary and gives you living expenses someday, mom will go buy some fat meat to refine. You won't eat it today, okay."
Although the three little guys were disappointed, they all nodded obediently.
Wei Shuying rubbed the heads of the three little ones distressedly and returned to the stove to cook for the family.
On the other side, Aunt Wu hurried home, smelled a scent, and opened the courtyard door suspiciously.
Qin Xianglan immediately ran out when she heard the noise, hugged her mother's thigh, and said happily: "Mom, you are finally back. Let's eat quickly. The food cooked by my brother is delicious."
Aunt Wu was even more puzzled when she heard this. She seemed to have just a son, right?
As for Qin Hao's ability to cook, she didn't believe it. This boy was usually naughty and mischievous, so she didn't have to worry about it. Let alone cooking, he wouldn't even help the soy sauce bottle at home when it was overturned. What's more, the smell was so delicious.
It's unlikely that a child could do it.
But unable to resist the urging of her younger daughter, she was quickly pulled into the main room and found her eldest son sitting at the dining table.
There were also three bowls of white rice, a plate of green vegetables, and a plate of loofah on the dining table, and it looked like there was oil residue on them.
"Did you do all this?" Aunt Wu came to the dining table suspiciously.
The little girl couldn't wait any longer. She picked up the bowl and was about to eat when she suddenly thought of something. She picked up a piece of oil residue, mixed it with loofah, and put it into her mother's bowl.
"Mom, try it quickly. This fried loofah with oil residue is delicious. It's better than anything you make."
Seeing that her little daughter was slurring her words after eating, Aunt Wu tentatively picked up the chopsticks, and the oily residue and loofah mixed with the rice entered her mouth. A rich aroma made her eyes widen. The fatigue of the afternoon seemed to be relieved at this moment.
Small relief.
With just two dishes, Aunt Wu ate two large bowls of rice. She put down her chopsticks and then remembered a question.
"How much lard did you use?"
Qin Hao was stunned for a moment when he was asked. Aunt Wu didn't wait for Qin Hao's answer and walked straight to the kitchen. Not long after, she heard a distressed ouch. Not long after, Aunt Wu returned to the main room and said to Qin Hao with a serious face.
"The food is well done. Don't cook it anymore. Wait until I come back to cook it for you."
