70s factory beauty, transform villain cubs to become rich

Chapter 149: Dinner in the Slum

The portions were too small, and everyone wanted to make up for their losses, so they had to scramble for food.

Chen Qing picked up the fried eggplant.

What a terrible fate!
He Yuxiang was the most ruthless and got the most bites.

The three of them waited for He Yuxiang to feed them.

I ate just enough to be half full.

Because the food entered my stomach, but I didn't feel anything.

Maomao was not interested.

He rarely attends wedding banquets, who knew the food was so bad?
If I had known this earlier, I wouldn’t have wasted my aunt’s fifty cents!

Xiaoyu didn't even stretch out her chopsticks when the dish was already empty. She leaned dejectedly into her aunt's arms and said, "Aunt, I think my brother's cooking is super delicious."

Comparison only hurts.

Before, she always complained about her brother's bad cooking, but that was when she compared him to Uncle He Yuan and the chefs at the state-owned restaurant.

It wasn’t until she ate someone else’s food that she realized her brother was a real chef!!
Chen Qing sighed: "I think so too."

People can't be too greedy.

It's good to have normal meals.

The steamed eggplant made by He Yuxiang is more delicious than their fried eggplant.

After six dishes were served, there was nothing left.

Everyone who came to the wedding looked unhappy, and Zhang Dongmei was even more embarrassed.

Not only her parents were invited to the full moon banquet, but also her close uncles and brothers. As a result, the food was worse than that of other people in the village.

Seeing some people leaving, Chen Qing also took the children home.

Zhang Dongmei was guarding the gate of the slum. Seeing Chen Qing, she apologized shamefully: "I'm sorry for the poor hospitality."

"It's okay." Seeing that she was about to cry, Chen Qing patted her gently and said, "Why don't you give the child to your man? Go eat something and relax."

Zhang Dongmei pulled the corners of her lips and gave a wry smile: "Okay, I'll go later."

"Okay, then we'll go back first." Chen Qing and his group returned home and quickly cooked rice noodles.

He Yuxiang cracked four eggs into the pot and added the vegetables he had eaten in the evening to cook.

The three of them were so hungry that they didn't even need to scoop the food out of the pot. They just scooped it into their bowls and ate it.

Only after eating the rice noodles did everyone feel alive.

Maomao asked, "Isn't it the same way in the slums?"

He Yuxiang shook his head: "No."

Xiaoyu explained: "Mrs. Yida is very stingy, but Mr. Yida cares about his reputation, so he will personally take care of it and ensure that everyone has at least one piece of braised pork, and that everyone is 70% to 80% full from the rice and vegetables."

"That's fine." Maomao felt relieved.

*
Before the first ray of sunshine in the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival could shine, the family compound of the machinery factory was already awakened by a special kind of bustle.

The Mid-Autumn Festival in 1970 was the first Mid-Autumn Festival in the 1970s. Although supplies were scarce, the festive atmosphere was exceptionally strong.

The lady from the slum next door was the first to get up. She wore a blue coarse cloth jacket, a pair of black cloth shoes, and pinned her hair behind her head with a black hairpin. After she was dressed up, she started to call the old man to get up and prepare lunch for the slum.

People in the compound started to get up one after another.

Inspired by him, Chen Qing got up very early. Seeing that He Yuxiang was not at home, she asked, "Where is he?"

"He Yuxiang got up at five in the morning."

Maomao replied vaguely while brushing his teeth.

He Yuxiang got up at five in the morning and went to the supply and marketing cooperative to queue up. He bought four red bean paste mooncakes, a silver carp, two pounds of pork belly, three pieces of white tofu, a pomelo, two pomegranates, a pound of sweet potato leaves, and a pound of taro.

He had originally wanted to grab some large bones for soup, but after they were sold out, the only pork belly he could find was the leaner kind. He left for the supply and marketing cooperative at five in the morning and didn't get home until ten.

Her hair was all messed up and her top was now off-shoulder.

Mao Mao came forward in surprise, straightened his clothes for him, and then asked, "Are there so many people fighting for it?"

"A lot. I bought my silver carp from Wang Wenming's grandfather when I met him. He said he had caught some, so I bought it from him."

"Will Wang Wenming come to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with us?" Maomao asked excitedly.

"Of course not. His family is a big one, so they will definitely be together as a family."

He Yuxiang knows who will celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival with him tonight.

It feels like a group of unrelated people gathered together.

He Yuxiang put everything away.

After a while, a lady came over and greeted him enthusiastically: "Yuxiang, don't cook anymore. Your uncle went to the countryside several days in advance to buy vegetables and also bought fresh pork from the Zhang family. You are in for a treat today. Come to the courtyard and wait for your meal."

He Yuxiang: "No, let's wait for our aunt to come back."

Before meals in the slum, there is endless work.

He can work non-stop at home, but he has no interest in working outside.

Seeing that he was absolutely refusing to come, the lady turned around and cursed, "You idiot!"

Not easy to fool at all!
The old lady turned around and went back to move things.

It is really not easy to prepare meals for thirty-four people. The old man gets up early in the morning to cook and keeps an eye on everything, because if he is not careful, his wife will turn good things into bad things for her.

The lady looked at him like he was guarding against a thief and cursed him: "Why am I doing this? It's for this family. I want to save money for our family. But you gave away all the delicious food. What will our grandson eat? Don't you see He Yuan across the street and Chen Qing next door? They eat so well! Do you need this meal? You are so stupid and generous."

The old man was too lazy to refute.

Even if the food is unpalatable, they are not stupid and don't want him to earn money for this meal.

There were not many people attending the dinner party from other slums, but their slum had a lot of people, so they made small profits but sold a lot, and they had a good reputation. He had said this many times, but the old woman didn't listen, and there was nothing he could do.

"I'll go see if anyone is idle at home and call them to work!"

The old lady was having a great time.

When it was time for dinner, he saw Chen Qing coming back and wanted to order her around: "Xiao Qing, you're pretty. Everyone will be happy if you serve the dishes."

Chen Qing: "I'm not happy."

"Alone Better Together."

"roll."

Chen Qing rolled his eyes, went home, and went to the next door tenement with He Yuxiang to move tables, chairs, and bowls.

The old lady who was scolded by Chen Qing was about to tell Su Juanjuan's parents bad things about Chen Qing, and met He Yuan's gaze again.

The lady's heart trembled, and she quickly went to complain to the old man: "He Yuan across the street glared at me."

"Okay, stop it." The old man was too busy to bother coaxing her.

The lady felt wronged.

Seeing her like that, the old man said, "Don't mess with him. Researcher He is a capable man."

The lady didn't care. Her husband was the manager of the compound, and he was the most capable man. She calmed down a little and went out again with a proud and confident look.

Chen Qing: "Make way."

The tables and chairs in her house were very good, and the old man asked her to move them in for dinner. Chen Qing did not refuse, so she moved the stools and took the bowls and chopsticks to eat.

The lady moved aside, and Chen Qing moved the table and chairs and sat down to rest.

Having dinner together in the 1970s was really not easy.

You have to bring most things yourself.