Chapter 28
Rao Xia in the house also began to eat noodles, after eating a bowl of chicken, one bowl of noodles per person, in order to digest well, Rao Xia cooked the noodles relatively soft and glutinous.
Placed in chicken broth, it is fresh and delicious.
Lin Zishuo and Xiaoya both hugged their bowls and ate without remembering to look up.
Rao Xia is also quite satisfied with the taste.
Only Lin Ziang was still worried.
Seeing that Rao Xia didn't seem to have any worries at all, he couldn't help but say urgently, "Aren't you worried?"
"What are you worried about?" Rao Xia didn't pay attention to food or sleep, and asked while eating noodles.
Lin Ziang subconsciously glanced at the two hundred yuan.
And the man who was clearly an outsider.
At such a late hour, that person came to the door in such a hurry, and even bought a bowl of noodles for two hundred yuan. Looking at Rao Xia like this, he almost thought that this matter was reasonable.
"Two hundred dollars! just for a bowl of noodles?"
Rao Xia suddenly glared at him, "What's the matter?"
The little girl next to her and Lin Zishuo raised their faces from the bowl at the same time.
Lin Zishuo glanced at his brother, and seeing that Rao Xia was always looking at him, he couldn't help but nod his head, and said in a small voice, "It's delicious......"
Xiaoya couldn't help but nod her head, "Okay." ”
Lin Ziang: ......
Lin Ziang subconsciously snorted the mouth of the noodles, the noodles are strong, quite delicious, although the chicken soup is clear, but the fragrance is extraordinarily obvious, the freshness seems to be poured into the noodles, especially delicious.
No, the question is this?
"Can this be the same thing?" he hurried.
"Isn't that the same thing? Aren't my noodles worth 200 dollars?" said Rao Xia slowly.
Lin Ziang had never touched a large ticket of 100 yuan a few days ago.
With 200 yuan to buy a bowl of noodles, he couldn't even think of such a thing.
I can't even help but want to say a word of absurdity.
Rao Xia's noodles are really delicious that he has never tasted, but it can't be worth 200 yuan.
There is no piece of meat, and the noodles are less than half a catty, so I only talk about flour, and it is estimated that the cost is at most three taels or two cents......
But he remembered the expression and attitude of Assistant Hao when he left......
The secretary of the big boss is willing to offer such a high price, so maybe Rao Xia's noodles are really worth it?
Lin Ziang felt that his values seemed to be subverted.
Then I saw Rao Xia put the bowl down and took Xiaoya and Lin Zishuo around the yard.
Rao Xia also shouted, "You hurry up and finish eating, the pig farm should kill the pig in a while, let's go buy meat." ”
Rao Xia inquired with the old man Qi today, and there happened to be a pig killing farm not very far from here, killing pigs every night and sending meat to the market in the morning to sell.
Rao Xia's meat buns are made almost in the middle of the night, so naturally they have to come back in the evening to buy fresher meat.
I heard that you don't need a ticket there, and the price is cheaper than other places.
Freshly killed pigs are cheap, fresh, and you can see the quality.
She only thinks about how much meat she should buy today and what stuffing she will make tomorrow.
When he went to the vegetable market, Rao Xia saw a pair of excellent plate oil, and immediately sent the money up, and bought a whole pair of lard, and then bought the meat to make steamed buns, and went back happily, "Let's make bean paste buns tomorrow." ”
Without lard and enough sugar, bean paste buns don't taste good.
So in this era, red beans are not uncommon, but there are not many people who sell bean paste buns.
Rao Xia decided to sell bean paste buns, meat buns, vegetable buns and steamed buns tomorrow.
Hanamaki ...... Hanamaki is such a waste of time, Rao Xia wants to sleep a little longer.
Rao Xia hugged Xiaoya, Lin Ziang pushed a bicycle, there were baskets on the car, and tofu, pork and plate oil were placed in the frames.
Rao Xia continued to review the multiplication formula with Lin Zishuo as he walked.
On the road, Lin Zishuo had never been used to speaking, and he still spoke so loudly.
But Rao Xia always said that she couldn't hear it, Rao Xia herself was also a loud reader, and Xiaoya was also trying to learn from it, and her voice was not small, so Lin Zishuo didn't think it was wrong to speak loudly.
He also began to say loudly, "Three three get nine, three forty-two......
Rao Xia narrowed his eyes,
Rao Xia started boiling oil and boiling red beans when she got home, Lin Ziang wanted to go up to help, Rao Xia looked at her, "Are you trying to avoid homework?"
Lin Ziang's face turned red and he was angry.
I think Rao Xia doesn't know good people!
He was angry and annoyed, and strode back to his room, but Rao Xia still had the voice of Lin Zishuo reading, which made him look slightly.
Actually, actually...... Rao Xia didn't have a bad heart, and he didn't look like a fool as those people said.
He also knew that what Rao Xia said just now was just to tell him not to worry so much and study hard.
The tip of the nose is a faint oil fragrance, and the ears are the trio of Rao Xia, Lin Zishuo, and Xiaoya.
But Lin Ziang didn't feel annoyed at all, he calmed down and began to look through the content of what the teacher said today. He also turned out the homework he never took to heart and wrote it.
It was probably a long time since he had spent time studying, and several questions asked him to go back and read the book.
He had to earn money for school and occasionally use the money to buy some rice and noodles for his younger siblings.
He is very smart, and it only takes a small amount of time to understand what other students can't figure out for a long time.
However, it doesn't matter if the grades are so good.
Because he couldn't go to high school.
Can ...... now It doesn't seem to be the same anymore.
After two years, when the house arrives and is sold, will he be able to go to high school?
He knows that junior high school is not uncommon now, and the teachers in S City have never been to school, but those who know how to read and write, and then at least they are junior high school teachers, and later, the teachers in their schools are at least high school teachers.
If he can be admitted to high school and finish high school, maybe he will be able to find a better job in the future, and he will have more money to support Xiaoshuo and Xiaoya.
I can ...... It can also feed Rao Xia.
He calmed down and began to continue flipping through the book in his hand.
Rao Xia boiled the lard while stir-frying the bean paste.
The bean paste was almost fried, Rao Xia looked at the little girl who had already yawned, washed her face, and asked Lin Zishuo to take her to wash her feet.
She made up for some sleep in the afternoon, but she still had to boil all the lard.
Lin Ziang probably finished his homework, or whatever, and ran to the back to help Rao Xia.
Rao Xia also regretted it a little, in fact, this matter should be placed tomorrow.
Tossing for such a big night, however, smelling the aroma of lard and bean paste, she felt that it was still worth it.
Early the next morning, Rao Xia almost overslept, or the newly bought alarm clock yesterday woke up Lin Zishuo and Lin Ziang, one of them went to the kitchen to start changing coals and washing vegetables, and the other ran to call her.
Rao Xia touched Lin Zishuo, "You can go and see if yesterday's clothes are dry, if you do, wear new clothes today, and your brother's, find them out for him." ”
Lin Zishuo's eyes were shiny and shiny, and he thought of selling steamed buns, so he was reluctant to pass on new clothes and shook his head.
Rao Xia smiled, "Then let's get dressed when we come back after selling the buns." ‘
The smile in Lin Zishuo's eyes was almost overflowing, and he couldn't help but bend his mouth.
Lin Ziang also heard it, and froze in place, Rao Xia patted him, "What are you doing in a daze? Go wash up, do you want me to brush your teeth when you're so old?"
Lin Ziang became angry and became a puffer fish again.