Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

If the old lady were still alive, wouldn’t she be a contemporary embroidery master?

"You like embroidery? Zhaozhao, if you don't mind your aunt's craftsmanship, I can teach you when I have time."

Xiaoliang's mother felt something in her heart and felt that she was useful again.

"No, no, no!" Han Zhaozhao waved her hands like electric fans. "I like to watch embroidery, just for appreciation. If you ask me to learn embroidery, I don't have the patience."

This is the truth, she can also make cotton-padded clothes, but after taking them apart and washing them, she just leaves them there and doesn't move them. Isn't it just because she thinks it takes too much time?

When she has time, she would rather go up the mountain to dig herbs or go into the space to plant crops. Even if she gets covered in mud, she is unwilling to sit for half a day to sew a cotton coat.

She would only make a piece of clothing in a rough and hasty manner unless she had no other choice and needed to wear it urgently.

Sometimes, she would rather sew shoe soles than sew cotton-padded clothes. She especially hated the process of stuffing cotton. If she didn't have the patience, the stuffing would not be evenly distributed, so it would be better not to do it.

At 10:30 in the morning, she took two lunch boxes and went to the restaurant to queue up early.

She was lucky today because the restaurant had braised pork. She thought she came early enough, but who knew there were people who came earlier than her.

The restaurant hadn't opened yet, but there were already more than a dozen people queuing in front of her. An old man in the queue said that 20 servings of braised pork and several other meat dishes were served today.

This made Han Zhaozhao laugh when he heard it!

Those who understand will understand that the number of servings you can have depends entirely on the chef!

She calculated that if each person was limited to buying one, she would definitely be able to buy it when it was her turn. Thinking of this, she felt relieved.

The restaurant opened on time at 11 o'clock, and the people who had been queuing rushed in.

"Why are you pushing? Line up! If you don't follow the rules, you won't be given a ticket even if you push to the front!"

The waitress was a typical Beijing girl. She was not afraid of this kind of scene at all. She shouted loudly and even pushed hard when she saw people squeezing too far forward.

No matter whether you are a sturdy middle-aged man, a fierce old woman or a young man with a tough head, the same thing applies: you have to pee while standing, and no one can help you!

Han Zhaozhao looked up. In addition to the motivational slogans that were very characteristic of the times, the most eye-catching thing on the wall was "No beating of customers"!

The uncles who were so arrogant and talking nonsense just now are now as quiet as quails.

They quickly lined up, went forward in turn to pay and get their receipts, and went to another window to wait for their numbers to be called and their dishes to be served.

"Number one, one portion of braised pork, give me the ticket first..."

"Number six, one portion of braised pork... Hey, why are you buying all braised pork?"

"Number nine, minced pork and eggplant...Finally some other dishes."

"Number 10, two servings of braised pork. That's not right. The purchase is limited to one. Didn't you see it? Go and return the other one!" The sister-in-law who was serving the food became even more arrogant and spoke in a tough tone.

"Comrade, this is my co-worker's. I called for him. He was just queuing here. People have urgent things to do, and now it's his turn. Isn't he going to take care of that first?

I am number 11, really, and I am next in line.”

The guy serving the food was a young man, who explained with a smile on his face.

"Really? Don't lie to me, hand me your ticket. I'm telling you, if you lie to me, you're done for!"

"I'm not lying, I'm really not lying! No matter how brave I am, who would dare to lie to you? Do you still want to eat meat?"

"Humph, it's good to have this awareness! The next one..."

After a noisy argument, it was finally Han Zhaozhao's turn, but she hadn't expected that restaurants in this era still had advance reservation services. When it was her turn, there were only three servings of braised pork left.

That’s it. Fortunately, the old men and women in front ordered fish, chicken nuggets and other vegetables with meat, instead of all braised pork.

She stretched her neck to look at the food window. Inside, there were neatly arranged lunch boxes filled with braised pork.

Hmm? Was it internal interception or did someone use the backdoor?

I counted silently, okay, seven lunch boxes, all with braised pork!

Fortunately, Han Zhaozhao didn't rely on the braised pork to satisfy her craving. After she got the meat, she turned around and left.

Before entering the house, the bag in my hand had been refilled, and one serving of braised pork had become three servings of braised pork.

Braised pork with rice, that’s the perfect match!

For lunch, Han Zhaozhao steamed two kinds of rice. The rice was bought from the grain store. It was coarser and yellower than the finely ground rice of later generations. It still had some thin husks, but the germ was still there. When mixed with sorghum rice, it had a special rice fragrance when cooked.

Although it tastes a bit rough, it has a strong grain flavor and is no worse than the refined white rice of later generations.

After cooking, I called Aunt Shufen, but she didn't come to eat.

There was no other way, Han Zhaozhao could only serve a large bowl of rice, top it with six pieces of braised pork, pour more soup on it, and send it to them.

It was the usual round of pushing and shoving. Han Zhaozhao put the bowl on the table, turned around and ran back.

No matter how many times she did it, she still wasn't used to this process and ended up having to retreat quickly.

"Mom, this is given to us by sister Zhaozhao, so let's eat it!" Xiaoliang knew everything in his mind, but he still had difficulty expressing himself. However, his mother understood it as soon as she heard it.

"Okay! Let's eat! Son, you have to help Zhao Zhao with more work in the future. If she can't do it, you should rush to do it.

She has brains and you have strength. If you follow her, Mom will feel relieved. This girl has a good heart. We are lucky to have met a noble person!"

Xiaoliang's mother is grateful to the Han family's grandparents and grandchildren from the bottom of her heart. If she hadn't met them, the mother and grandchildren would never have lived such a comfortable life.

Now she can earn 28.5 yuan a month, and has various other coupons. She can support only the two of them, which is much better than other families with large families.

After moving into this yard, although they had to pay a few dollars in rent every month, their son, with Zhaozhao's help, not only learned to read and count, but also often came home to look for things.

In just a dozen days in spring, she earned more than 200 yuan from digging medicinal herbs, which was almost enough for her salary for more than half a year.

She had never thought that a little girl could be so capable! She was like a treasure hunter, and she was better at bringing things home than the grown men in other families. The mother and daughter also benefited from it.

She thought to herself, not to mention that the factory didn't give her a room now, even if it did, she wouldn't move out as long as the Han family didn't kick them out.

Not to mention the matter of taking advantage of the situation, just say that there are no gossips living here, and the two families are like family, so she is reluctant to leave. Of course, her son must be even more reluctant to leave.

Many times, she saw that her son was closer to Zhaozhao than to her! Occasionally, she, as an old mother, felt a little jealous when she thought about it!

The main wife Han Zhaozhao brought Wu Ni and they were also eating happily. Wu Ni's face was stained with rice, and soup hung from the corners of her mouth. Her mouth was stuffed full, and her cheeks bulged like a little mouse.

"Can't you eat slowly? No one's trying to snatch it from you! You're a good girl, but you're acting like a starving ghost. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at?

Didn't you hear me? How can your mouth still foam after it's stuffed so full? Aren't you afraid of choking? Drink some soup first!"