Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Qin Dabao is a very good cook and he even took time out to learn cooking skills from Sha Zhu's master for several months.

He ordered two large bowls of noodles, intending to make noodles with soybean paste for his family.

Let Erbao and Niuniu play inside the house,

Qin Dabao started to prepare dinner, fried noodles with soybean paste. He first mixed the noodles and let them rise. He took out a piece of meat from the cupboard and cut it into dices. He put oil in a pan and heated it. There was more than half a bottle of oil left at home. According to his standard, it was enough to cook two meals.

This is pure prodigal behavior. If this half bottle of oil were given to an ordinary family, it would last at least three months, and he would use it up in two meals.

As soon as the diced meat is put into the pot, there is a "sizzling" sound and the flavor comes out.

When the little girl smelled the fragrance, she ran to the kitchen door and squatted under the eaves, watching her brother cook, her saliva almost dripping down her face.

When the yellow sauce was put into the pot again, the fragrance was irresistible. Soon a neighbor poked his head out of his house, saw that it was the Qin family who was cooking, curled his lips, cursed, and then retreated.

Qin Dabao ignored these boring people.

He took the iron pot off the stove and simmered the meat sauce in the pot for a while to make it more flavorful.

Erbao couldn't help it, so he got off the kang, walked to the door, and looked out through the crack in the door curtain.

Add water to the white aluminum pot and place it on the honeycomb coal stove.

Qin Dabao carried Niuniu into the kitchen and put her on a stool. The wind was too strong at the door.

He picked up the kitchen knife and danced with it in a cool way, which successfully attracted the exclamations of Erbao and Niuniu. Qin Dabao became even more proud and started to cut the cucumber into shreds.

For this old Beijing fried noodles, the noodles are the base, the sauce is the soul, but the essence is the vegetables.

Authentic Beijing Zhajiangmian has eight kinds of vegetables in it. Unfortunately, nowadays, only cucumbers and Xinlimei radishes are available in the vegetable shops.

This made Qin Dabao feel a little regretful. He was actually a bit lazy, but when it came to cooking and carving, he became very serious and even had some obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The shredded cucumber and radish were neatly arranged on the plate. The colors looked very nice, and it caused the little one to exclaim in admiration.

Lu Xiu'e came back from outside the gate carrying a honeycomb coal stove in one hand and a medicine pot in the other. The smell of the Chinese medicine was too bad, so she took it outside to boil the medicine.

The smell of Chinese medicine was so strong that she couldn't even smell the aroma of her son's cooking.

As soon as I came in, I saw my son cooking in the kitchen and my little daughter sitting on a small stool, holding her cheeks with her hands, and shouting from time to time that the pot was so delicious.

Lu Xiu'e was stunned. After 17 years of being a mother to her son, this was the first time she knew her son could cook. She leaned in to take a look and saw that the food was really delicious.

The noodles were ready, so Qin Dabao beat an egg into the noodles to make them more chewy. In less than ten minutes, a bowl of hand-rolled noodles was on the table.

After asking the two little ones to wash their hands, Niu Niu couldn't hold back her saliva.

Lu Xiu'e put down the stove and medicine pot, looked at Qin Dabao, and couldn't help asking: "Are you my son?"

At this time, people who had just gotten off work came back one after another. Qin Qingyou carried his lunch box and went to the door to smell it.

"Whose cooking smells so good? Hey, wife, why are you making medicine? What happened to anyone?"

Lu Xiu'e was still confused and pointed to the kitchen with her chin: "Is that my son?"

Qin Qingyou looked over and was also stunned: "Dabao? Did you make the noodles with soybean paste?"

"Oh my god, why are there cucumber shreds here? This is a rare thing, son, where did you put it?"

Qin Dabao glanced at his parents and said unhappily, "My senior gave them these, along with tomatoes. Tell them to eat them. Hurry up and set the table for dinner."

Niuniu jumped up and said, "It's time for the seventh meal."

Qin Dabao first used a large bowl to pick up a bowl of noodles, put the vegetables on it, poured a spoonful of meat sauce on it, and handed it to his father: "This is for Old Zhang."

Qin Qingyou responded hurriedly and sent it to Old Zhang with a smile, without feeling at all that his father was being ordered around by his son.

Qin Dabao and Lu Xiu'e brought the basins, sauce, and vegetables into the house, while Erbao and Niuniu washed their hands obediently.

Lu Xiu'e put the square table on the table, Qin Dabao put the washbasin away, and turned around to get the bowls for eating.

At this time, people did not use small bowls to eat. The small bowls at home were used to hold pickles.

When eating from a large bowl, the only difference is how much you put in.

Qin Qingyou came back, took off his cotton hat and cotton jacket, stepped onto the kang in two steps, and kept swallowing his saliva while looking at the hand-rolled noodles.

He first served his brother a large bowl, added a spoonful of sauce, and placed the vegetables on top. The white ones were noodles, the black ones were sauce, the emerald green ones were cucumbers, and the dark red ones were radishes. The sight of them made people salivate.

Then serve it to family members one by one.

This time, my sister didn't let him feed her. She didn't know how to use chopsticks yet, so she wrapped the noodles around the chopsticks and slurped them.

Qin Dabao was afraid that the sauce would be too salty, so he went to the kitchen and used his mind to pour half a cup of spiritual well water from the space for each person and placed it in front of them.

Erbao picked up the noodles that fell on the table and put them in his mouth without thinking about whether it was hygienic or not.

People who have experienced famine and starvation have a sense of awe for food.

In the past, it was normal for parents to pick up the rice grains dropped on the table and put them in their mouths while scolding their children.

Who would pick up food that falls from the table these days? As the old saying goes, they're still not hungry.

The family ate to their heart's content, while Qin Dabao cleared the dishes. Qin Qingyou patted his stomach, stretched comfortably, and turned around to see the Chinese medicine on the lid of the box.

"Who's sick?"

Lu Xiu'e held Niuniu in her arms and rubbed Erbao's little head: "He is still your son."

"Ah? What happened? Didn't you tell me this morning to ask Dabao to pick up Xiaoer?"

"I went out for a run yesterday and got a fever in the middle of the night. My parents asked the second and third children to take me to the hospital for an IV drip."

Qin Qingyou hurriedly picked up Erbao and touched his forehead.

"Oh, his fever has gone away. His brother saw that the level of the health center was not good enough, so he sent him to the military hospital. The doctor prescribed three prescriptions. After taking one, his fever went away. He will take another one before going to bed later."

Erbao crawled to his mother's side and kept begging: "Mom, I'm fine now, is it okay if I don't eat?"

"no!"

"It's too bitter. The medicine is too bitter."

"Mom will give you two candies."

"Mom, I want seven candies too."

"Okay, two yuan each."

The two little ones cheered. Qin Dabao was washing dishes in the kitchen. He laughed when he heard the cheers. This was home, the home he had been thinking about all the time. The greatest meaning of his rebirth was to protect this home...

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After getting up in the morning and eating the steamed buns, Qin Erbao was completely well again and was full of energy again. However, Lu Xiu'e forbade him to leave the house, so he could only follow Qin Dabao wherever he went. This annoyed Qin Dabao, and he regretted taking him to the military hospital yesterday.

In a fit of anger, Qin Dabao dressed his sister and took her out for a walk. Erbao was tactless and also hurriedly put on his clothes, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Lu Xiu'e who had just boiled water and came into the house.

Looking at Erbao's dejected look with a squint, Qin Dabao was overjoyed and let out all his anger.

I carried Niuniu out of the hospital. In this cold winter, I had nowhere to go, so I could only go to the supply and marketing cooperative.

The supply and marketing cooperative on Gulou Street is not big. It was originally a public-private joint venture of a grocery store. As soon as you enter the supply and marketing cooperative, you will see the slogan on the wall that is still used throughout the country: Do not beat or scold customers without reason.

There were only five people in this supply and marketing cooperative, including the director and the salesperson, two men and three women. It was too cold, so they all sat around an iron stove with two potatoes roasting on the stove lid. A burnt smell hit us in the face.

When the salesperson saw Qin Dabao holding a child, he knew he was just strolling around, so no one greeted him.

Qin Dabao carried Niuniu to the pastry and candy counter and pulled down her scarf.

"Girl, what do you want to eat? I'll buy it for you."

In fact, there are not many kinds of candies, just White Rabbit milk candy, fruit hard candy, and fruit leather.

But the candies are all packed in glass jars, and they are colorful and beautiful.

Niuniu looked around timidly. She pointed at the fruit leather with her little hand.

Qin Dabao saw that this was a good idea. Fruit leather is made from hawthorn, and eating it can stimulate appetite and aid digestion. However, he couldn't even feel full now, so who would dare to stimulate his appetite?

"Comrade, how much is this fruit leather?"

A saleswoman in her thirties turned around and shouted, "10 cents a roll."

"Want a ticket?"

"No ticket."

"Give me five volumes."

The saleswoman stood up, walked to the counter, took fifty cents, and wrapped five rolls of fruit leather in paper for Qin Dabao. The packaging of this fruit leather is different from that of later generations. In later generations, a roll was only as thick as a little finger, but now a roll is as big as a thumb. It is really genuine.

After a round of shopping, Qin Dabao found that the supply and marketing cooperative was too small and had too few things. In the end, he bought a red woolen hat for Niu Niu and a few pairs of socks for himself, spending one yuan and eighty cents and half a foot of cloth coupons.

Put the woolen hat on Niu Niu. Niu Niu looks much better now that she has had a full stomach these past two days.

He peeled off a roll of fruit leather and let Niu Niu bite it herself. Niu Niu was so happy that she kept curling up in his arms. However, the fruit leather was really delicious, sour and sweet.