Unlimited Supplies: Custody Minister with Space Supermarket

Sun gave Yu Changhe money and asked Yu Changhe to go out and buy cotton clothes for Zhao Erya.

Although Zhao Erya was wiping here and there with a rag, he kept listening to the conversation of the Yu family.

Knowing that Yu Changhe was going to buy cotton-padded clothes for her, she stopped wiping the ashes and tears flowed out unconsciously.

How many years has it been since she wore clothes? She can't even remember.

It had always been worn by her mother and was given to her eldest sister instead.

Her eldest sister wore it and put a few patches on it for her to wear.

I originally thought that those who stayed in the Yu family would definitely have a worse life than before.

She even thought about the days when she could only drink brown rice soup every day and have endless work to do.

She just didn't expect that the Yu family treated her better than her own parents treated her.

Zhao Erya wiped away her tears and made up her mind. From now on, she would treat Yu Changhe and Sun as her own parents.

"Erya, stop wiping."

Yu Xiaolian waved and called Zhao Erya into the west room.

As soon as Zhao Erya entered the west room, she saw a lot of strange things on the kang that she had never seen before.

Yu Xiaolian took the empty white porcelain jar on the shelf and a large bottle of shampoo, unscrewed the pump and showed it to Zhao Erya.

"Just press it like this. When it's full, use this small spoon to smooth it out, then close the lid, apply this glue stick on the label paper, and stick it on like this."

"If you want it like this, the lotus pattern will be on top."

Zhao Erya seemed at a loss at first, but then he became more and more comfortable.

Out of curiosity, she asked Yu Xiaolian why she didn't see these things in the west room that morning.

Yu Xiaolian stared at Zhao Erya meaningfully, "If you want to stay at my house, just two, talk less and do more."

"I see."

Zhao Erya decided that she would suppress her curiosity.

If she was kicked out of the Yu family because of her talkativeness, it would be too late for her to regret it.

A large bottle of 750 liters of shampoo was divided into three cans.

Zhao Erya is responsible for pressing and bottling, and Yu Xiaolian is responsible for labeling and recording the number of bottles dispensed.

After packaging the shampoo, they started to sort out the conditioner.

It has to be said that Zhao Erya is much quicker at work than Yu Xiaolian.

Moreover, he knew it at a glance, and Yu Xiaolian was very satisfied with this helper.

Yu Changhe bought two pairs of cotton-padded clothes for Zhao Erya. Although they were made of coarse cloth, the cotton was very thick, so it would be no problem to survive the winter.

I also bought a thick quilt for Zhao Erya and put them together on the west room kang.

Yu Xiaolian asked Zhao Erya to stop what he was doing and try on the newly bought clothes.

Zhao Erya has never worn the ready-made clothes in the shop at this age. Touching the clean and soft cotton clothes, she felt like she was in a dream.

Zhao Erya put on new cotton-padded clothes and trousers at the urging of Sun and Yu Xiaolian.

"This dress fits quite well, but the pants are a bit long." Sun squatted down and measured Zhao Erya's trousers, "Take them off and I'll change them for you."

"Auntie, it's a pity that these new pants have to be cut off. I can roll them up and wear them."

As Zhao Erya said this, he bent down and rolled up his cotton pants.

Sun still wanted to say something, but Zhao Erya ran to work again, fearing that Sun would cut off a piece of her new trousers.

Yu Xiaolian pulled Yu Changhe to the backyard, told him that he wanted Zhao Erya to live in the warehouse, and asked Yu Changhe if he could build a small fire bed in the warehouse.

I originally thought that Yu Changhe should agree unconditionally, but Yu Changhe said that it was already cold now and was not suitable for building a kang, so he wanted to let Zhao Erya and Yu Xiaolian live in the same house.

Yu Xiaolian had no choice but to change the single dormitory into a double dormitory.

In most of the day, Yu Xiaolian and Zhao Erya finished buying daily cosmetics.

At noon, Zhao Erya took the initiative to ask Ying to cook. They also wanted to try Zhao Erya's cooking, so they agreed.

Coming to the kitchen, Zhao Erya looked back and forth among several grain bags.

"What are you looking for? If you can't find it, just ask me."

Zhao Erya looked a little embarrassed and said sheepishly, "I see that the bag is either white rice or yellow rice. Where is the brown rice?"

"If there is no brown rice, we don't eat brown rice at home." After finally getting rid of the coarse grain that was irritating her throat, Yu Xiaolian didn't want to eat it again.

"Ah?" Zhao Erya asked with a surprised expression, "Then you will eat refined grains every meal from now on?"

Yu Xiaolian nodded, "Yeah."

Zhao Erya was secretly shocked and ate white rice and noodles every time. Even Zhengma Dashan’s family in Hewan Village wouldn’t dare to eat like this, right?

Thinking of Yu Xiaolian's words to talk less and do more, Zhao Erya didn't dare to ask anyone else, scooped up two bowls of rice and started washing the rice.

Yu Xiaolian originally thought that Zhao Erya, who was born and raised here, should know more than her and be better at crafts than her.

As a result, she was greatly disappointed by the food that Zhao Erya served.

It is said to be porridge but not porridge. It is said to be dry rice but still sticky.

The dish is just soup made from potatoes, with no oil on it at all.

There are so many ingredients in the kitchen, how can it be made like this?

Fortunately, she still had expectations for Zhao Erya, but this skill is not as good as hers!

Well done, don’t do it next time!

Yu Xiaolian took a few bites and then put down the bowl and chopsticks. On the contrary, Zhao Erya ate the food as delicious as the food she made herself.

After lunch, Mrs. Sun asked Yu Xiaolian to change clothes and prepare to go to Gao's house later.

Now that the days were short and it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Sun called Yu Xiaolian to prepare to go.

As soon as they went out, they bumped into Su Jingchen, who was dressed in white and had a clear and stern face.

After asking, I found out that Gao Fusheng, who was getting married, was a classmate of Su Jingchen Academy.

Before they could enter the hospital, the sound of festive suona could be heard from the entrance of the alley.

The procession of welcoming the bride stopped at the gate of Gao's house with great fanfare. Gao Fusheng was wearing a big red flower on his chest and his face was beaming with joy.

Under Xi Po's guidance, Gao Fusheng kicked the sedan door a few times, then opened the sedan curtain and reached out to take out the bride, who was wearing a red hijab.

"Quick, go pinch the bride!"

Someone in the crowd shouted that, and a group of half-grown children rushed to the bride like swarms and started to pinch her.

Yu Xiaolian's eyes widened in shock. She originally thought the bride would get angry, but she didn't.

So, pinching the bride is a custom?

Yu Xiaolian couldn't help but complain, "Vulgar!"

"This means good luck. The more you pinch, the more blessings you get. Even if it hurts, the bride can't get angry." Su Jingchen explained.

Yu Xiaolian rolled her eyes and said, "Come on, this is a disguised form of the husband's family trying to intimidate the bride. Why doesn't Tujili pinch your man?"

Yu Xiaolian saw several people ruthlessly pinching the bride, and she felt aggrieved for the bride. So as soon as Su Jingchen explained, she lost control and got angry at Su Jingchen.

Su Jingchen, "..."

I was speechless.

Next, when the bride was passing the brazier, someone sprinkled spicy food into the burning brazier, which choked the bride and kept coughing.

Yu Xiaolian was so far away that she was choked by the spicy smoke and did not dare to breathe. She took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth and nose.

God, what kind of ghost custom is this? According to her, these so-called customs are actually just to torture the bride.