The 1970s: Military Family Beauty

When Hu Xiuqing returned home in the evening, she heard the three siblings talking and laughing before she even entered the door.

For some reason, Hu Xiuqing suddenly became furious. When she carried the bicycle up the stairs, she moved a little harder. The laughter in the room suddenly stopped, and only Jiang Guoqing's voice echoed: "Ah, ah, so spicy, so spicy."

"What are you doing?" Hu Xiuqing pushed the door open and shouted, "Who bullied Qing?"

Jiang Guoqing was frightened. Tears and snot from the mustard powder hung on his face. He stared at the door stupidly and forgot to act funny.

Jiang Zhaohui glanced at her sister. The fearless expression on her sister's face seemed to provoke a fight if she said a word. So she quickly explained to her mother in a low voice: "Qingqing was trying to dip the steamed bun in mustard sauce and choked on it."

Jiang Guoqing started jumping up and down again, pointing at the bowl on the table and making faces at Hu Xiuqing: "Mom, it's so spicy, it's killing me!"

"It's the boss who made the mustard powder again? Look at you, you choked your brother! What evil intentions do you have? You want to make me angry to death, right? I'll let you do something bad!" Hu Xiuqing was so angry that she walked over, picked up the bowl and was about to throw it out the door.

Jiang Furong continued to watch Hu Xiuqing lose his temper with an expressionless face, neither explaining nor stopping him.

Jiang Chaohui was so scared that he covered his head and ears, nervously waiting for his meal to fall to the ground.

Jiang Guoqing knew his mother was angry with his eldest sister, but when he saw her actions, he knew that he would lose the bowl: "Mom, I haven't finished eating yet!" He held up the half steamed bun in his hand and yelled: "Mine, that's mine!"

Hu Xiuqing abruptly withdrew his hand.

In the bowl was a dark mass of paste that was hard to tell whether it was noodle sauce or fermented bean paste. He threw the bowl on the table in anger and said, "What the hell is this? It's disgusting!"

No one in my family likes mustard. This packet of mustard powder was given to me by someone and has been sitting in the cupboard untouched for almost a year.

Jiang Guoqing dipped the steamed bun in the sauce, looked at it, and felt that he had dipped too much. He scraped some off the edge of the bowl, then took an exaggerated bite. He choked so much that he couldn't open his eyes. He shouted while chewing, "Delicious! Wow! Delicious!"

Jiang Chaohui wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. He lowered his head so that his mother wouldn't see his expression.

"How disgusting!" Hu Xiuqing's face was slapped by her beloved son. She was angry and annoyed, so she had to find a way out: "Look how I choked you! Don't eat it, or you'll have a stomachache!"

When he looked at the steamed bun in his son's hand, it was bright yellow, and his expression changed again: "They added too much alkaline flour! Qing, stop eating it, it's burning."

Looking at his indifferent eldest daughter, Hu Xiuqing exploded: "You are like a dead person, you can't do anything right. You put too much alkaline noodles and didn't eat them yourself, but let your brother eat them. You black-hearted child, you have been eating and drinking my food for free for so many years, I will beat you to death!"

Jiang Furong had been holding the plate in her hand until she coldly retorted, "Without investigation, you have no right to speak! What makes you say that we added too much alkaline noodles?"

Without any physical action, Hu Xiuqing was pinned to the spot with just a slogan.

She's not afraid of getting physical, because she has a plate in her hand.

In just two days, Jiang Furong had already tolerated Hu Xiuqing three times.

Every time Hu Xiuqing came up and started cursing and shouting for killing without asking any questions. Now it has even escalated to the point where he is about to smash bowls. Who can stand this!

Since you can't avoid it, just face it head-on.

Jiang Furong decided in an instant that there must be a winner today - after all, she had done nothing wrong - there was nothing to be afraid of as long as she was in the right.

As for why steamed buns look yellow, it is because sweet potatoes are mixed in them.

When Jiang Furong was preparing to make steamed buns in the afternoon, she found that she was short of flour, so she scooped more than a pound of rice to the supply and marketing cooperative and exchanged it with her fellow villagers for ten pounds of sweet potatoes.

She steamed a few sweet potatoes, kneaded them in flour and fermented them together. She had to run to Grandma Lu's door with a basin to ask how much fermentation the dough had to undergo and how much alkaline flour to add to make it neither too much nor too little.

Of course, the final steaming result was not satisfactory. Although I didn’t look at it carefully, at least I completed the task and steamed a big pot.

The steamed buns had no taste, so she made her own mustard sauce.

I used mustard powder, soy sauce, vinegar, salt and water to make a bowl of seasoning water. Finally, I asked Grandma Lu for help and steamed the seasoning water before I could barely make it successfully.

Jiang Guoqing has been particularly supportive of the meals cooked by Jiang Furong these past two days, and this bowl of not-so-successful mustard sauce was no exception. He took a big bite of it.

The mustard sauce is not spicy, but it is pungent. People who are not used to it will feel like their noses are being washed away.

Jiang Guoqing was so spicy that his tears and snot were flying. He shouted and screamed, jumped and danced, making Jiang Furong and Jiang Zhaohui laugh out loud.

When he saw his two sisters laughing, he followed suit and made funny faces to make them laugh when he took the second and third bites.

As a result, before he could finish laughing, Hu Xiuqing walked into the house and started shooting without asking any questions.

"Why?" Hu Xiuqing was stunned for a moment before she realized what was happening and became even more furious. "Because I'm your mother! I don't even know what you're like, and you still dare to fool me? No need to investigate! I have the final say!"

Jiang Zhaohui, who was terrified at the side, held his head and shouted desperately: "Mom, don't be angry, big sister didn't mean it."

Upon hearing this, Hu Xiuqing rolled up his sleeves and lunged forward with his teeth bared. "I think you did it on purpose! Boss, you have a black heart. I raised you to this age, and you're repaying me with evil. You have such a black heart, and you're full of evil! Just wait and see how I deal with you!"

Jiang Furong had prepared herself mentally very well, but she was still shaking with anger.

These abusive words were beyond her imagination.

Jiang Furong raised the plate to resist, bluffing: "Stop! I'm going to see the chief today!"

Hu Xiuqing's fist stopped right in front of the plate, and he was horrified: "Are you going to complain?"

This excuse was just something Jiang Furong made up on the spur of the moment. She was on her way home from the supply and marketing cooperative and deliberately took a detour and passed by it. She simply wanted to see the small garden in front of the leader's house.

Of course, it was impossible to meet the leader during working hours during the day, but she met the leader's wife.

The chief's wife had a good temperament and looked like a leader. She was standing in the yard with her hands behind her back, wondering what she was thinking.

In order to avoid suspicion, Jiang Furong took the initiative to call out "Hello, Auntie" when passing by, and the leader's wife nodded in return very kindly.

No matter what, she had to use the power of the tiger to bully others: "I said a few words to the leader."

A few daily conversations:

Hello, auntie.

What do you do?

I live at No. 3, Building A, and I just graduated this year.

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That's it.