When he entered the courtyard of Lang Cheng's house, he smelled a smell of mutton soup, and he immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

It's so fragrant!

Huan was thinking, Lang Cheng cooks so well every day, I don't know if his neighbors are too happy or too unlucky?

At this time, everyone is living a tight life, and it is good to be full, and the dishes are either boiled or steamed, mainly to save oil!

Isn't it greedy to smell the fragrance of other people's dishes every day?

"Zuzu, Grandpa Lang's neighbor is guilty!" Huanhuan's expression was very narrow, "I can't eat it when I smell such a fragrant taste every day!" ”

Grandpa Xu patted Duan Huan's head: "How can you make it so fragrant every day, the meat is not available every day, and it is usually a white rapeseed, but someone takes the materials to process it!" ”

"So that's the case, I thought there was something delicious to cook every day!"

I feel that the gap between the rich and the poor cannot be tolerated in this era, everyone is the same working class, and the standard of living should be similar.

You eat and drink spicy food every day, but the neighbor next door eats bran vegetables, this is obviously a problem.

This led to the phenomenon that in the later movement, the poorer the more honorable, and the rebellion was justified.

Who's got some delicious food and good clothes, and didn't hide it?

In this era, showing off your wealth? That doesn't exist.

If you really want to show off, you dare to show off in the morning, and your house will be raided before noon!

Lang Cheng hummed Peking Opera, busy in the kitchen, and greeted his son Lang Weiguo, who was also the same as Lang Cheng, who looked a little chubby, with small eyes, and a mouthful of Beijing films mixed with Sichuan dialect, which looked like a family.

"Eldest niece, you have a good mouth today, my father has shown his housekeeping skills!" Lang Weiguo was poor and had fun.

"Grandpa Lang makes sheep soup, isn't it? I smell lamb now? ”

Before Lang Weiguo could answer, Lang Chengcheng came in with a copper pot: "Shabu mutton is here!" ”

It turned out to be mutton shabu, served with a copper pot and mutton slices, and various vegetables placed together, red, green and green, which looked quite appetizing.

The mutton slices are evenly thin, there is no fascia at all, and they are mellow and fragrant.

It tastes pure and fragrant, tender and delicious, and is better than the mutton shabu that I have eaten before.

It may be that Lang Cheng has been in Sichuan for a long time, and this soup pot is more like the white soup of Jincheng Mandarin Duck Hot Pot, and the taste of the soup base is more in line with the Sichuan flavor.

The flavor dish is made by Grandpa Xu, the authentic sesame oil and garlic coriander plate, which is in line with the heart of the family, and the joy is actually not used to eating sesame sauce, and feels a little sticky.

Grandpa Xu also knew that Lang Cheng hadn't eaten either, and he didn't pay attention to letting their father and son sit down and eat together.

After all, after so many years, I have become friends with Lang Cheng, and it is not a simple patron relationship.

Duan Huan felt that the hot pot was lively for three or four people, and the two of them always felt that the atmosphere was a little less, and it was just right for Lang Cheng and his son to sit down.

Lang Weiguo also took out a bottle of wine from the house, "Niulanshan Erguotou, with shabu mutton, is just right!" ”

But no matter how much they drink, they are very busy with meat and vegetables, and they also eat a small bowl of noodles in the back, which is not too comfortable.

The drinkers ate slowly, and by the time Grandpa Xu finished eating, it was already completely dark.

When I got home, I found a very embarrassing problem, there were no lighting tools.

The house has not been lived in for several years, the power has been cut off, there is no kerosene for kerosene lamps, and there are no candles.

Grandpa Xu could only boil hot water in the kitchen in the dark, and in the faint light of the stove fire, he urged Huanhuan to wash up quickly, and then crawled to the bed in the dark.

When she sleeps, she doesn't need to light the lamp as soon as she closes her eyes, and she sighs happily, although she has the mental strength now, she can swing around in this yard a few times with her eyes closed, but this night is really the first time that she has no lights to wash in the dark.

It's not like a few decades later, even if you don't turn on the lights at night at home, there are street lamps and neighbor's lights, all kinds of light coming in, and there is no difference between being blind without lights at this time.

No wonder there is no nightlife, and there are no modern conditions for blind fire and black lights.

It is impossible to hold a kerosene lamp and a candle to look at such a situation as a beautiful woman blushing.

If this candle flame ignites a woman's hair, eyebrows, or something, it will kill people with laughter.

Anyway, I was amused by my own brain.

Grandpa Xu drank the wine and fell asleep as soon as he dipped his pillow, and he didn't hear the sound of laughing alone.

In the morning, I heard the sound of a match being drawn, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that Grandpa Xu was holding a match and looking at the time of his watch.

Just four o'clock, Grandpa Xu went to the kitchen to boil water, ready to wash up and go out immediately, Kuanzhai Hutong is in the center of the city, a little distance from several black markets, and the city will disperse when it is late.

When he went out, Grandpa Xu put Duan Huan on his back, and he had to walk a long way and didn't want her to work too hard.

Huan Huan was on Grandpa Xu's back, staggering and falling asleep again, no way, the little doll always couldn't stand the sleepiness.

When I walked to Xicheng District, I saw a few people riding bicycles carrying a sack on the road, swaying past them.

Grandpa Xu hurriedly asked Duan Huan to take out flour and rice, put them in the back basket, and put a few large pieces of pork on them.

After walking a little further, I turned the corner and saw two people standing at the entrance of the bomb shelter, looking around, as if they were standing guard.

In addition, there seems to be a faint sound of people coming from the bomb shelter, so you know that this is the location of the black market.

The air-raid shelter and the underground market, two places that seem to be completely incompatible, are combined in a magical harmony.

Grandpa Xu pressed his hat, and took out a woolen hat from his arms, and put it on for Duan Huan, which was more than the posture of the joint engaged in intelligence.

The two gatekeepers lifted the cloth on Grandpa Xu's back and took a look, and then let them in.

When I entered the bomb shelter, the space inside suddenly opened up and the space was still lit up, which surprised the joy.

This is estimated to be six or seven hundred square meters, and the people inside are also consciously divided into stalls like vegetable markets, each with their own bags and bags, neatly arranged, and the aisle in the middle is almost two meters wide.

The sellers stood behind the stalls, sorting out the items they had brought, and some of the sellers were looking around, and some were squatting down to look at the goods and bargain with the stall owners, not to mention that it was quite a free market.

Grandpa Xu found an empty spot and took the rice and noodles out of his pocket.

Because he didn't bring any baggage, he opened his pockets directly, and most of the things were not put behind him like other stall owners, and only a small number of samples were placed on the stall.

As soon as Grandpa Xu set up the stall here, a man in a Mao suit came over: "Comrade, the stall fee is three cents, do you want to give it here or wait until the stall is closed?" ”

Booth fee? However, this is also a "market manager", and it is normal to provide venues to maintain the order and collect booth fees.

Besides, people also provide services, such as the two at the door, isn't it a service!

And those who can take down the bomb shelter and make it into a black market in private can be regarded as very mixed.

Grandpa Xu took out three cents from his pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man, who also took out a pen and a small notebook and issued a bill to Grandpa Xu.