As the so-called wicked have their own wicked grinding, Jiang Meili wants to die herself, and Song Yiran can't stop it!

She was in a good mood, but she was a little hungry, so she simply went to the restaurant to buy something to eat.

In these years, restaurants are all state-owned enterprises, and if you want to eat, you must not only have money, but also have tickets.

Song Yiran looked at the food stamps in his hand, and thought that he couldn't afford other meals, so he would buy a few meat buns, and just go back to bring a few to Zhao Xiaodong.

The state-run hotel is not far from the supply and marketing cooperative, and it didn't take long to get there. Song Yiran was just about to go inside, when he saw a person rushing out of the inside, running out with a disgraced face.

"Hurry up, people like you, next time I'll see you once, hit once. "Someone inside was roaring, full of breath.

Song Yiran stood at the door and waited for about five seconds before raising his feet and walking towards the store.

The old-fashioned counters and old-fashioned tables and chairs are no longer attractive to Song Yiran, and the slogans on the wall can now be memorized backwards. The atmosphere in the shop was eerie, and she was very curious about what was going on here.

There were two tables of guests on the side, whispering as if they were talking about what had just happened.

Song Yiran passed by and heard words like 'county' and 'forced marriage'.

"Comrade, I'll buy six meat buns. "At this time, meat buns cost a dime a piece, and it takes four taels of food stamps to buy six buns.

Song Yiran handed over the food stamps and money.

The beautiful waitress had a straight face, as if someone else owed her hundreds of yuan, but she didn't embarrass Song Yiran, she only said: "If you don't have meat, do you want a vegetarian?"

Ah, there is no meat!

Song Yiran was a little disappointed, but it's okay to be vegetarian, she's hungry now.

"Then let's come to the vegetarian bun!" The vegetarian buns are divided into five points, and the food stamps are also halved.

The waiter wrapped the bun in oiled paper and handed it to her through the window.

Song Yiran found a quiet corner to sit down, eating steamed buns while listening to all directions.

The sound of speech in the room was very small, and ordinary people should not be able to hear it, but Song Yiran had excellent ears and listened to the gossip.

This beautiful waitress is called Zhou Huihui, and the manager of the hotel, Hong Liye, is her uncle.

Recently, their business has been very bad, and the turnover has been declining, mainly because others have made small shoes.

In these years, there was a planned economy, and there were special buyers of goods in the supply and marketing cooperatives to find sources of goods all over the country. The rice, flour, oil, meat, and vegetables in the state-run restaurants are provided by special supply units.

Unfortunately, a second ancestor who worked in the supply unit had money and status in his family, and he didn't know how, so he fell in love with Zhou Huihui, entangled him many times, and vowed not to give up if he didn't marry a beautiful woman.

But Zhou Huihui is also arrogant, she doesn't look down on that fancy guy at all, she refuses many times, and even lets it go, she won't marry that second-rate son if she dies.

This can provoke the second ancestor, and immediately use the relationship to pinch the supply of the hotel. It's okay to say anything else, like rice, noodles, oil, and so on, just go to the grain and oil store and buy them! The most troublesome thing is the meat.

It turns out that the daily supply of 50 catties of pork and five chickens is already a drop in the bucket for the restaurant, after all, in the whole town, just their restaurant, people from several nearby towns have to come here to eat a mouthful of hot things. Fifty pounds of pork sounds like a lot, and the people who come to eat will be gone after each person's share.

Seeing that the Chinese New Year is coming, but the business of the restaurant is bleak, a large part of the reason is because the guests are coming, and there is nothing to eat!

In these years, those who are willing to pay for the restaurant are all people with status and status, and many of them are on business trips, and they all want to eat something with oil and water. Of course, like Song Yiran, there are many people who want to buy a few meat buns to improve their lives.

The key is no meat!

Now that the turnover of the hotel can't go up, Zhou Huihui's uncle is already anxious, not only the leader asked him for questions, reprimanded him repeatedly, even the second ancestor did not stop, and sent a lobbyist to persuade Zhou Huihui to get married.

The person who was driven away was a lobbyist sent by the second ancestor.

After Song Yiran knew the ins and outs of the matter, he thought to himself that God really favored her and wanted whatever he wanted.

She swallowed half of the bun in her hand, wrapped the rest of the bun and stuffed it into the back basket, in fact, she put the bun in the space, and put a few rabbits and a few pheasants in the back basket.

She got up and went to the window where she was picking up her meal.

Don't say it, Zhou Huihui is really beautiful, she is about 1.65 meters, born with a baby face, looks petite and cute, very sweet. She has a good figure, good skin, and a big black and smooth braid that also adds a lot of points to her.

"Comrade, I want a portion of braised pork. Song Yiran handed over the meat ticket and money very sincerely, "Can you let the master do it quickly?"

Zhou Huihui's face was very bad, "I'm sorry comrade, there is no braised pork." ”

"Is there any meat in the pot?

Zhou Huihui said embarrassedly: "Comrade, no." There are no meat buns, how can there be braised pork and back pot meat?"

Song Yiran's eyes widened and said, "Aren't you a hotel here?"

Zhou Huihui was very helpless, but she didn't get angry, she just said patiently: "I'm sorry, our restaurant doesn't sell meat and vegetables now." ”

Song Yiran suddenly approached her and asked in a low voice, "Do you accept rabbits?"

Zhou Huihui was startled at first, and then looked at Song Yiran in surprise, "Do you have it?"

Song Yiran nodded, and whispered, "There are also pheasants." ”

Zhou Huihui didn't care about anything else, and hurriedly walked out from behind the counter, pulled Song Yiran and said, "You come with me." ”

Song Yiran was pulled by Zhou Huihui into the back aisle, this position is close to the back kitchen, and idlers are not allowed to enter.

"Do you really have it?" At this time, Zhou Huihui still didn't believe it, after all, Song Yiran was a little young, and his credibility was not very high.

Song Yiran took down the back basket and removed the lid of the thorn strip on it, revealing the rabbit and pheasant that were already dead inside, "Look at it." ”

"It's really!" Zhou Huihui was surprised and delighted, "You wait, I'll go to my uncle, we want this thing." ”

Song Yiran closed the lid and waited quietly in the aisle.

Soon, Zhou Huihui came back again, pulled Song Yiran and said, "Let's go, go to my uncle's office and say." ”

Song Yiran was shocked by Zhou Huihui's cool temperament, but she quickly reacted and followed Zhou Huihui out of the aisle. On the right-hand side is a staircase, the wooden staircase looks very old, and it squeaks when you step on it, much like the tone in an old movie.

It turns out that there is a second floor of the Red Light Hotel! She really didn't pay much attention.