People went about their jobs in an orderly manner, and a middle-aged man in his forties went out to poke the stove behind him with a hook that was taller than the others.

The other two women boiled soy milk while the other began to dismantle another pot of noodles.

Lin Zijiao was idle, so he asked his sister for a rag to wipe the table.

One of the older women saw that she was diligent, and said with a smile, "Woman, just wipe the table, but don't wipe the stool." ”

Lin Zijiao thought that the rags for wiping the table and the stool were separate, so she agreed and asked her sister where the rag for wiping the stool was.

The aunt laughed and said, "We don't need to wipe the stool, someone will naturally wipe it for a while." ”

"It's okay, I'll just wipe it, I'm idle anyway. Lin Zijiao said.

Another younger one smiled and continued: "Zijin, this woman is sensible and capable, she has work in her eyes, just like your sister."

But the stool really doesn't need to be wiped, and when someone comes in a while, whoever sits on it will wipe it with their pants. ”

It just so happened that the middle-aged man also added coal to the stove and came in, and several people laughed together.

Lin Zijiao also laughed, thinking that this kind of working atmosphere is also very good.

However, she soon stopped laughing.

It was nearly six o'clock when the first group of miners who were ready to go to the morning shift arrived.

Almost within minutes, the window selling food was crowded with people.

The room was full of people, money and food stamps were handed in by strong hands, fried dough sticks and soy milk were handed out, and the diners left by themselves.

Lin Zijiao consciously helped clean up the table, and as long as he saw someone leaving after eating, he immediately put the dishes and bowls on the table back to the stove and put them in a large aluminum basin.

The aluminum basin was filled with water, and the eldest sister who had just let her not wipe the stool was in charge of washing the dishes.

Another large basin is filled with water, and the washed dishes are washed and detained next to the soy milk bucket waiting to be reused.

There was an endless stream of people eating, and the aunt who was in charge of collecting money at the window was collecting money and looking for money, counting the accounts loudly in her mouth, reporting the amount of money and the number of varieties of food.

In front of the huge oil pot, the middle-aged man was holding a small piece of knife, clicking and chopping the knife quickly, chopping the noodles into small strips, picking up two pieces and stacking them together at will, and putting them into the oil pot along the edge of the pot.

On the other side, Lin Zishu grasped an iron fence welded by thin steel bars and shaped like rectangular windmill blades, and kept turning the fritters in the pot.

The scent of sunflower oil and soy milk fills the snack shop.

The thin white pieces of dough rolled in the oil pan, gradually becoming golden and fat, and were fished out and placed on an iron sieve to control the oil, and served out one by one.

The store was very busy, and Lin Zijiao followed to help.

She found that the employees in the store who were older than Sister Zishu were faintly doing things under Sister Zishu's command.

Workers came in and out.

First the miners who were on the morning shift, then the miners who were off the night shift, their faces visibly tired.

Then there are the workers of the municipal units and the administrative staff of the mines, who work later than the miners.

It wasn't until nearly nine o'clock that the last wave of diners arrived.

These are retired old men, and there are also women with children, and they eat much slower, and they don't look in a hurry.

At ten o'clock, the snack shop announced that it would stop early, and Lin Zijiao finally put down the rag in his hand and sat on the stool to catch his breath.

I'm so busy, so tired.

Kuroko didn't know when he had left, Lin Zishu wrapped the customer's occasional leftovers, bitten fritters, and prepared to take them home for Kuroko to eat.

It was only then that several employees of the snack shop could afford to eat breakfast.

Lin Zishu brought fried dough sticks and soy milk to Lin Zijiao, and told the aunt who collected the money that the money and food stamps would be deducted from her salary.

Several employees smiled and said no, the middle-aged man was very good at talking: "Isn't it just two taels of food stamps, Zijiao has been busy all morning, and it's nothing to eat."

Besides, today's fritters are left, and they have to be shared and brought back to everyone anyway, and Zijiao just helped us deal with them after eating them. ”

The eldest sister who washed the dishes was amazed: "Zijiao, this woman has work in her eyes, she is here today, and I didn't need to go out to collect the dishes, she cleaned up the outside by herself." ”

"Yes," the aunt who collected the money also followed Quarin Zijiao: "My girl is the same age as Zijiao, how can she be so clever, Zishu, your sister is as capable as you." ”

Lin Zishu was happy, she didn't expect her sister to be so capable, and she was praised by everyone.

Lin Zijiao was embarrassed to be praised and lowered his head to eat.

Only then did she know that when the workers ate in the store, they had to pay food stamps and money every month, two taels of food stamps and one dime a day, and two meals were full.

This can be regarded as a benefit in disguise.

Lin Zijiao kind of understands why the girl in the post and telecommunications office envies her sister.

In this era, the monthly grain ration per person was 27 catties, of which 60 percent was coarse grains, including sorghum rice, cornmeal, and sanhe noodles.

Two taels of vegetable oil per person per month, most of which are sunflower oil, and although sesame oil is available, it is almost impossible to buy.

And the fritters they eat are pure white noodles fried in oil, and they are still full.

In this era, what a happy thing it is, even if it is dirty and tired, it is worth it.

After eating, several employees were busy preparing the food to be sold at noon.

At noon, the snack shop sold noodles, and Lin Zishu made a large aluminum basin of noodles with his hands.

Lin Zijiao looked at it and was secretly frightened, these noodles are afraid that they can cook two or three hundred bowls of noodles, just such a small canteen with four tables, selling more than two hundred bowls of noodles at noon?

She finally knew why her sister fell asleep when she returned home yesterday, and she couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her sister, so she rolled up her sleeves and washed her hands: "Sister, I'll help you knead your dough." ”

There is a local saying that the beaten wife kneaded the dough, which means that the wife has to be beaten to be obedient, and the dough has to be kneaded to be delicious.

Let's not say whether the former sentence is right or not, but the latter sentence is a big truth.

The gluteniness of the noodles is closely related to the number of times the noodles are kneaded, and if the noodles are not kneaded, the noodles will not taste good.

Lin Zishu shook his head: "No need, the Yang Po (sun) is also high at this time, you can go home by yourself, and you can help your mother cook when you go home." ”

Lin Zijiao felt sorry for Lin Zishu, and Lin Zishu also felt a little sorry for his sister.

She's used to doing this, but the girl has never been tired like this.

In addition, there was a meal at noon, and other people in the store did not accept her money and food stamps, so Lin Zishu was embarrassed to let her sister stay for lunch, so she sent her sister home by herself.

Lin Zijiao secretly complained in her heart, it was still early in the morning when she and Lin Zishu came, it was dark outside, she only cared about walking with her head down, and she didn't remember the road at all.

If this is really Lin Zijin, she will naturally not get lost in the place where she has lived for more than ten years, but she is Lin Zijiao, and she is not familiar with this place at all, okay?