Sweet 80s

When the two children rushed home, the hot and fragrant dumplings had already been served on the table.

Erbao washed his hands quickly, then sat down on a chair, grimacing from the heat.

"Eat slowly, no one is trying to snatch the food from you." Wang Shuping thought Dabao was washing his hands, but she didn't see him at the water pipe in the yard.

So he turned around and asked Xiang Erbao: "Where is your brother?"

"Feeding the chickens."

"Feed the chickens?"

"Well, he caught a lot of grasshoppers and said that the chickens would lay eggs tomorrow if they ate them."

puff.

Wang Shuping laughed: "Is that a grasshopper or a medicinal elixir made by Taishang Laojun? It's more effective than hormones. I'm not in a hurry to eat this time."

Then he walked out of the house and shouted to Dabao who was busy, "Hurry up, it's time to eat."

"it is good!"

Dabao plucked the last grasshopper from the foxtail grass and threw it into the trough with a snap. He turned and ran to the sink, washed his hands and face before sitting down to eat.

"Mom, the dumplings you made today are so delicious." The dumplings had been left out to dry for a while, and they were just the right temperature to eat. Dabao ate one in one bite.

"Yes, it smells really good. The more you chew it, the better it smells." Lin Xiangdong's approval.

"If it's delicious, eat more. There's also a lid. If it's not enough, I'll get more."

The dumplings were soon gone and everyone was full.

Dabao took his bowl back to the kitchen, and when he was about to come out, he caught a glimpse of the plate on the cupboard.

He knew that his mother had a habit of putting the food she was going to eat and the leftovers on the top of the cupboard.

Dabao stood on tiptoe to glance upwards, and Wang Shuping came in just in time.

"What are you doing? Are you hungry right after dinner?"

"No, no, I just wanted to see what's on the plate." Caught in the act, Dabao looked a little embarrassed and was about to go out in despair.

"Come here." After saying that, Wang Shuping took a plate from the cabinet, which contained two pieces of sesame candy.

Dabao was stunned, obviously not expecting that there would be some candy left: "Didn't Erbao eat all of this?"

"Can I leave a piece for you? You love it so much." Wang Shuping looked at her son with loving eyes.

"Hehe." Dabao scratched his hair embarrassedly: "Then when can I eat?"

"It's yours anyway, you can eat it whenever you want, even now."

Dabao waved his hands repeatedly: "No, no, the dumplings are already here."

As he said this, he spread his palms and placed them on his neck: "I'll eat in the evening..."

He thought for a moment and said, "I have to go to school tomorrow, so I'll eat as soon as I get up tomorrow morning."

"what ever."

Dabao wants to find a little sweetness in the bitterness.

The next morning, Lin Xiangdong went to work and Dabao also went to school.

Wang Shuping brought Erbao to the appointment and came to the auditorium of the transportation company.

This auditorium used to be a stage for opera. The city considered it a building with some history, so they were reluctant to demolish it when it was renovated.

Instead, one wall of the auditorium is connected to the transport company.

So there are two doors here, one facing the street outside, and the other facing the company yard.

As long as the small door inside is not opened, Lin Xiangdong will not meet Wang Shuping.

Wang Shuping let Erbao play by himself in the auditorium while she and Li Xianglan and others gained a preliminary understanding of Errenzhuan.

Wang Shuping has a slim figure and a loud voice.

Although he had no weapons in his hands and no performance clothes on, he sang a few lines with his body movements, and the audience just clapped and cheered.

"Learning lyrics is quite easy." A lady nearby named Niu Aifeng gave her own opinion after listening.

"Yes, it's just like a normal conversation, not tongue-twisting or flowery. Overall it's very easy to understand," said Wang Shuping.

"Here, Aifeng, go to the office and get a pen and a notebook. You two can copy the lyrics. Memorize the lyrics today and tomorrow, and then learn the movements and music slowly..."

Although rehearsal takes time, it doesn't take up too much time.

Because she had to go home early to cook, Wang Shuping discussed this with Li Xianglan before agreeing.

We only have one to two hours for rehearsal every morning and afternoon.

The first day of practice went very smoothly. Since we boiled lard yesterday, today’s lunch naturally became Dabao’s favorite.

Lard rice should be eaten while it is hot. Wang Shuping steamed the rice in advance and simmered it in a pot, and then took out some pickled vegetables from the pickle jar.

This way the lunch is complete.

Wait for Lin Xiangdong to come back and prepare to have lunch.

Dabao came to the kitchen and saw that the wok was empty. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "What are we having for lunch?"

Wang Shuping took the rice out of the steamer: "Rice."

"What about the food?"

"pickle."

"Ah~rice with pickles~"

Hearing her son's complaining tone, Wang Shuping glared at him and said, "I've eaten so well these past few days, you guys must be greedy."

After saying that, he handed the lard jar on the table to Dabao.

Dabao understood immediately and shouted excitedly: "Lard rice?!"

"Well, take it out. I'll serve you some rice right away."

"That's great, that's great, that's great!" He shouted excitedly and walked out while twisting his body uncontrollably.

I took the bowl and looked at the snow-white rice, which was like cream, with occasional small pieces of lard residue melting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It slowly flowed down along the gaps between the rice grains, and Dabao couldn't stop swallowing his saliva.

Pour in some soy sauce, sprinkle with some chopped green onions, put a freshly fried lava egg on top, and stir all the ingredients evenly with a spoon.

The texture and taste are so mouth-watering that you can’t stop eating.

After returning from the afternoon rehearsal, Wang Shuping was still thinking about what quick and convenient meals to prepare for tomorrow's lunch when Lin Xiangdong went home before his get off work deadline.

This kind of situation is common for him.

When the transportation company is not busy on weekdays, you just need to work at 8 o'clock, and take a rest when it is time to go off work.

But if I take a job, there is no time limit and I will drive the car at any time.

"Are you going out again? Where are you going this time?"

"It's the same place as last time."

After hearing Lin Xiangdong's answer, Wang Shuping felt a little relieved.

What she worries most is receiving delivery orders in the mountainous areas. She has to drive day and night on narrow and steep mountain roads. It would be even more dangerous if she encounters bad weather.

The old place that Lin Xiangdong mentioned is in Zhongyuan Province. The terrain is flat and there will be nothing to worry about as long as you pay a little attention.

"So, is it still five days?"

"Well... not necessarily this time. Last time, a small part of the goods had some problems. It might be delayed for a few more days. You are alone at home, please be safe and don't work too hard."

"Do not worry."

After simply packing some clothes and daily necessities, Lin Xiangdong rushed back to the company again.

No matter what to eat and how to eat for every meal, Wang Shuping always gives priority to Lin Xiangdong's taste.

Whenever he went out to drive his car, Wang Shuping would take the two children with her and basically make something the children liked to eat every day.

This way, we can free up more time to rehearse.

In some matters, Li Xianglan, as the eldest sister, usually makes jokes with the young people, but sometimes she is also a worrier.

I don’t know where she found those pieces of large floral cloth from Northeast China, they are bright red and green and very festive.

I found a tailor's stall on the street and ordered two sets of costumes for the Errenzhuan performance.

The old tailor has been setting up his stall on the street for many years. If it weren't for the rust on his sewing machine, you could still see the vicissitudes of life. The rest of the machine is cleaned very clean by the master every day.

After all, he was the one who made a living, so the old tailor cherished him very much.

Whenever the neighbors buy some inexpensive and high-quality cloth, they all like to come here to have the tailor measure them personally and make them by hand.

Although these clothes are not as fashionable as those sold in stores, they are tailor-made and comfortable to wear.

This kind of brightly colored fabric is not very popular in the Central Plains. The old tailor pushed his glasses up on his nose, took the tape measure off his neck, and said while touching the fabric.

"I can do it, but how can I wear it outside?"

"It's not for daily wear, it's for performances."

"Performance? Errenzhuan?"

Li Xianglan laughed, it seems that she was ignorant: "Yes, you guessed it right."

"How can it not be accurate? My ancestors are from the Northeast. It was too cold in the winter, so I came to the Central Plains. Don't worry, I will make it perfectly for you."

The fading of the local accent cannot be a reason to leave your homeland.

Soon, two pieces of clothing were made.