Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The materials are so good and the craftsmanship is exquisite, so the contents inside are naturally valuable.

Without exception, they are all jewelry.

Some are worse than what Aunt Xu gave, and some are not as good, but they are not cheap.

There are very few gold ornaments, mostly jade jewelry.

These are the most worthless things on the market currently, Feng Qingxue smiled.

Gold can be sold to banks, but no one cares about jade jewelry.

After carefully retracting the space, Feng Qingxue walked home.

The sisters' stomachs were almost ready, so she brought back a piece of mutton with big bones. As soon as she took it out of the basket, Feng Qingyun, who turned around and was about to say she liked towels, saw it and jumped up in surprise.

"Sister, is this meat? Is it meat? Is it meat that my parents secretly gave to the eldest and second brothers?"

Although she has never eaten it, she has seen it, and the aroma when cooked is delicious.

Feng Qingxue felt sour in her heart.

The meat that the Feng family used to eat was given by the uncle of the Wang family. Unfortunately, the only people in the Feng family who could eat meat were the sons and grandsons of the Feng family.

Not to mention Qingyun, even the original owner of Qingxue couldn't eat it.

The difference is that Feng Qingxue's living conditions were much better than during the famine years when she was young. She could occasionally eat one or two pieces of meat during festivals, but Feng Qingyun really had no chance to eat meat since she was born.

"Yes, it's meat, it's mutton." Feng Qingxue's voice was soft, "Sister, I'll cook mutton soup for you."

Mutton clear soup nourishes the stomach.

"Great, great, let's eat meat!" Feng Qingyun beamed and jumped up and down.

She didn't ask a word about where it came from.

Feng Qingxue breathed a sigh of relief. She was most afraid of her sister asking endless questions.

Wash the mutton and cut it into pieces, put it in a clay pot, add enough water, boil it and skim off the foam, then add some ginger slices. The ginger was also brought back by Feng Qingxue, and the aroma fills the house.

Feng Qingyun clicked her little lips and happily stood in front of the stove to light the fire, staring at the earthen pot with bright eyes.

The mutton was not yet cooked, and it started to rain outside.

A hint of coolness passed through the doors and windows and penetrated straight into the house.

Feng Qingxue laughed, "Mutton soup is the best way to ward off the cold. Qingyun, please eat more mutton later."

In her previous life, when she was a child, she often drank mutton soup throughout the year.

Feng Qingyun nodded heavily. After the mutton came out of the pot, she drank a large bowl of soup and ate several pieces of mutton. The taste was so fragrant to her that her belly was bulging and she still couldn't finish it.

Feng Qingxue rarely ate meat at night, only a bowl of clear soup and a piece of steamed bun with multi-grain noodles.

This is because Feng Qingyun lacks nutrition, otherwise she would not stew mutton at night.

"We'll eat the rest tomorrow. It's cold now and won't go bad."

Feng Qingxue said this, and Feng Qingyun, who had been staring at the jar, reluctantly looked back.

After the meal, Feng Qingxue pulled Feng Qingyun around the room to finish eating before washing and going to bed. Otherwise, she would not feel comfortable sleeping at night after eating so much. "Eat well in the morning, eat well at noon, and eat at night." "Less" is the truth.

In her sleep, Feng Qingyun still kept slapping her mouth and shouting, "The mutton is delicious!"

Feng Qingxue couldn't sleep because of what Uncle Wang said. When she heard this talk in her sleep, she felt funny and sad at the same time.

In times of scarcity, everyone is eager for food.

After tucking Feng Qingyun in, she closed her eyes.

My eyes were closed, but I didn't fall asleep.

She was thinking about Lu Jiang and whether she should meet him.