60s: Petite Wife

Let me explain here again. Before I only smiled at you, there was still one thousand coins left in the Heshibi, and here it is counted together!

In the evening, the **** Liu Changgui came over with a horse lantern. He was here to lead them to the dining hall for dinner. The crowd who had chopped firewood all afternoon were already hungry. A group of people came to the dining hall excitedly, thinking about what happened to the banquet. Gotta have a decent meal!

However, the cafeteria was desolate and desolate, and there were not many people. The meal in front of everyone was the same wowtou with pickled vegetable soup. The wowotou was gray-brown and the size of a child's palm.

"Today is your reception feast, so you will eat it with your belly open, and you will have to eat it in the future." The lame man said.

Shen Jiao noticed that when the **** said that he was eating with his stomach open, the eyes of the others in the dining hall lit up, and looked at the group of them enviously. From this, it could be seen that it was a very luxurious thing to be able to eat with an open belly here.

The excited crowd poured a large basin of cold water on their heads by these poor and sour foods, and it was cold from head to toe. This time, it was not Xu Qiao who broke out, but the director of the sales department.

"Where's the rice? And the vegetables? Where is it?" the sales department director said angrily, with a look of urgency on his face.

The lame snorted, pointed to Wowatou and said, "Rice!"

He pointed to the pickled vegetable soup in the big pot and said, "Cook!"

"Where did the eyes grow? Didn't you see it?" The cripple's tone was not good, and he squinted at the director of the sales department.

The director of the sales department is a nimble and slick person. Just now, it was just a gaffe in a hurry. At this time, he has already reacted. He hastily pulled out a large front door and handed it over flatteringly: "My eyes are not good, hundreds of degrees. If you are short-sighted, you can't see clearly for a while, Comrade Liu, don't worry about it!"

The lame man took the front door and pinned it to his ear, snorted disdainfully, greeted the cook in the cafeteria, and limped away, holding the two wowo heads that the cook gave him and a A pot with a lid.

"The pot is filled with meat. I smelled the aroma of meat just now." The director of the sales department said angrily, biting down the wowotou in his hand as a braised pork.

"Bah! Is this what people eat?" The director of the sales department exaggeratedly spit out the food in his mouth, and Xu Qiao performed the same as him. This fellow was even more exaggerated. With a sullen expression, he touched his neck and retched continuously.

"My throat is scratched, and if I eat it all at once, I might as well go to see ... Marx!" Xu Qiao said angrily with her throat high.

Although the others are not as exaggerated as him, they can't swallow after only one mouthful. I don't know what the wowotou is made of. It's unlikely, but this voice is really unbearable.

Shen Jiao took a small bite, frowned and swallowed. This kind of wowtou is similar to the sorghum noodle wowotou that she used to get on the way of exile, but the wowtou here is a bit more throaty.

After eating a few mouthfuls of wotou, Shen Jiao said to Gu Chen, who was hugging the wotou with a wry smile, "chew a few more times and you won't scratch your throat, and it's sweet and not bad."

After she finished speaking, she took another bite, puffed her cheeks and chewed slowly. After chewing, she frowned and swallowed. Seeing Gu Chen staring at her blankly, Shen Jiao grinned at him with her white teeth and raised her hand. Wotou inside, took a small bite again.

The little girl's bright laughter infected other frowning people. Gu Chen sniffed and ate it in big mouthfuls. Damn, he can't even compare to a yellow-haired girl!

Uncle Wu started to eat unaffected, and said to the group earnestly, "Hurry up and eat, even petite girls can eat it, how can you adults eat it? If you don't eat, you will starve!"

Another big mouth eater is Zhao Si. This guy eats a mouthful of wotou and a mouthful of pickled vegetable soup, and he enjoys it very much. Seeing how he eats, it looks like he is eating delicacies from the mountains and seas.

The others also started to eat slowly, probably because Old Uncle Wu's words 'going to starve' reminded them that now they are working people who have to work with their hands to earn food rations!

Working people need to work hard, where does the strength come from?

Naturally, you have the strength to eat when you are full!

It's just that everyone's throats have long been nourished by the rice in the south, and they can't eat any more after barely eating one. Gu Chen insisted on eating two. Can't help but ask: "Brother Zhao, don't you think it's bad?"

Zhao Si glanced at him lightly, swallowed the wotou in his mouth, and said softly, "When you experience the taste of a hungry stomach, you will feel that this wotou is a delicacy in the world!"

Gu Chen shrugged disapprovingly. For him, the eldest young master who never lacked food and clothing since he was a child, starvation is a very distant term!

Shen Jiaxing insisted on eating one, and drank the cold pickle soup, which was so salty that he had to grab the remaining half of Shen Jiao's hands and chew it, which made his mouth feel a little better.

Shen Jiao said to Gu Chen, "Uncle Gu, you should eat more, otherwise you won't have the energy to work tomorrow, and if you don't work well, you'll lose money!"

The little girl's crisp voice made everyone look stunned. They finally realized that tomorrow they will officially sell their strength. Whether they sell their strength is directly related to their future belly problems!

"Xiao Jiaojiao is right~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No matter how bad it is, eat more, otherwise we will starve in the future!" Wang Accountant said in a soft voice, frowning after swallowing. , It doesn't look like eating, but rather like eating a yellow lotus.

The others also continued to eat. Xu Qiao ate half of it and started complaining again: "What is this wotou made of? Can't you just get rid of the skin when you grind it?"

Ma Xixi, who came in with a basin, heard his words and said with a sneer, "If you can't get used to it, just go back and forth, don't babble here!"

Ma Xixi reprimanded, everyone including Xu Qiao was honest, and gnawed at the wotou, while Shen Jiao could only hear the snoring of the soup and the chewing of the wotou.

Shen Jiao noticed that Ma Xixi only slapped twice, and before leaving, she glared at Xu Qiao, which made this fellow shiver and burp!

Uncle Wu ate two wotou, sighed, and sighed to Qian Wenliang next door, "I haven't eaten this tares noodle wotou for more than 20 years. Alas, decades have passed in a blink of an eye!"

Qian Wenliang said in surprise: "Barnyard tares noodles? What kind of crop is this? Shouldn't it be one of the five grains?"

Uncle Wu asked back, "Where is Xiao Qian's hometown?"

"Haining, province Z." Qian Wenliang replied.

Uncle Wu said with a smile: "That's no wonder, Z province has been a land of fish and rice since ancient times. You haven't heard that barnyard tares are normal. Barnyard tares are not a grain, and they are also harmful weeds in rice fields. Farmers try their best to get rid of them, but in fact, barnyard tares are It should be the ancestor of rice, and it can also be used as food. In some places, it is used to make wine, and it is said that the wine tasted very good."

He paused and then said, "But this wotou is not pure barnyard noodles, it should be mixed with sorghum noodles, otherwise the color is not so dark!"