After returning to the classroom, Zhao Qingyu passed a note to Wang Yanli again, telling her that she should not tell others about Xia Zimo's food.

Wang Yanli naturally understands, and she has never been a talkative person.

However, she still told Zhao Qingyu what Ruan Ling asked her, and for some reason, she felt that Ruan Ling's question seemed to have some deep meaning.

Zhao Qingyu read the note, this time she didn't reply, she glanced at Ruan Ling lightly from the end of her eyes, the other party looked cold, I didn't expect to be so "concerned" about her love life secretly.

However, with Ruan Ling's character, she will only knock on the side, what she is thinking in her heart and what she is going to do, she will generally never let others know easily.

……

In the next week, the days were quite peaceful, Zhao Qingyu got up early and returned late every day, listened carefully in class, did questions carefully after class, and then someone "delivered food" every morning and evening.

In addition to laundry and cooking, she spent the first few days going to the town's more lively old pedestrian streets and markets.

She asked two other sauce shops in town, and she bought a sample of each one to make her own soup to see which one tasted good.

Later, she found that the sauce shop she went to for the first time had good food, but some of the ingredients were a little more expensive than elsewhere.

But if you buy goods, it will be much more convenient to enter in one house, and the other party is also willing to deliver, scattered too open, buy a small number, people are not willing to send.

So she found another opportunity to talk to the proprietress of that store before she really negotiated the price.

In addition to the ingredients, she also looked at some necessary tools, such as large and small coal stoves, as well as some soup pots, steamers, woks, etc., and all of them had to be large and medium-sized.

Not to mention any dishes, chopsticks, soup spoons, and dishes, everything is indispensable.

Although all these kitchenware are available in the shopping mall of the supply and marketing cooperative, the prices are quite expensive, and she can't negotiate the price, so she didn't think about it at all, and asked the small grocery stores in the farmers' market and the old market street when she was idle, and then wrote down the price afterwards.

After all, if you write down the price on the spot in the store but don't buy it, you are suspected of commercial espionage, and although people were not very sensitive to these at that time, the owner of the store will definitely not be happy.

She also asked about the prices of some major things, and then went back to tell the adults, and the average store wouldn't say much.

There was also the coal used for fire, and at this time, breakfast shops used honeycomb coal or briquettes, even for a long time later, until ten years later, when new electric stoves and gas stoves gradually appeared.

For honeycomb coal, at this time, not only the breakfast shop outside, but also many people will use it at home, in addition to boiling water for cooking, you can also bake a fire in winter.

Zhao Qingyu also piled some outside his house for the family to usually boil water for bathing, but it was about to run out.

Almost every day, there will be different coal pullers will pass downstairs, she met one morning when she went to school, by the way asked the price, a hundred catties of honeycomb coal cost eight yuan and five cents, a total of seventy.

She asked for the PHS phone number of the "coal boss", and if she wanted to deliver coal, she could call the other party in advance.

……

Soon it was Saturday, and Zhao Qingyu knew that after returning home from school at noon, her mother would be at home, and then she would go south in two days, which was the first major change in the family.

Because of something in her heart, she was a little restless all morning, and she didn't even have an appetite to eat the leek cake sent by Xia Zimo, and she only remembered it when it was cold in her seat.

Finally absentmindedly finished the fourth class, she immediately packed up her things, and when she saw the cold leek cake and soy milk, she suddenly became nauseous, took it out in front of Ruan Ling and threw it into the garbage bag she hung on her seat.

Ruan Ling just glanced at it casually, and then asked casually, "Wow, don't you eat this?" ”

"Well, it's cold, I don't want to eat it, you can take it out and eat it if you want, I haven't touched it anyway." Zhao Qingyu said jokingly.

The other party's face changed suddenly, but Zhao Qingyu immediately patted her shoulder playfully, "Oh, just kidding, how can you see this kind of garbage thing." ”

Ruan Ling's face froze, as if she was a little angry, Zhao Qingyu didn't bother to understand her inner activities, and as she spoke, she packed up her books, locked the desk, and walked out of the classroom with Wang Yanli, who was waiting on the side.

"What's wrong with her? Don't seem like you're happy? Walking on the road, Wang Yanli asked curiously.

"Huh? Yes, I didn't pay attention. Zhao Qingyu came back to her senses, she walked very fast, and did not listen carefully to what Wang Yanli was saying.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind today, is something wrong?"

"It's nothing, don't worry." Zhao Qingyu saw that Wang Yanli's worries didn't seem to be fake, and knew that she really cared about herself, although in the other party's cognition, the two of them had only known each other for half a month now.

Walking to the fork in the road, Zhao Qingyu and Wang Yanli separated.

The former didn't buy groceries, and she knew that her mother must have bought them and cooked them.

Walking downstairs, an old woman sitting outside the store greeted Zhao Qingyu and said that her mother was back.

Zhao Qingyu answered and walked upstairs.

Her steps were fast, and her heart seemed to be hanging from a small stone, a little nervous, and a little heavy.

Soon, she was at the door of the house, where the wooden door was wide open, and she could hear the sound of the TV and stir-frying.

She suddenly slowed down and lightened, and standing in the doorway, she took a deep breath and secretly cheered herself up, and then showed a happy expression.

"Mom, you're back!" She walked into the room with cheerful steps, put her schoolbag on the bamboo bed in the living room, and then walked towards the kitchen.

The mother, who was cooking, waved a spatula and said, "Coming back? Come over and help bring out all the stir-fried dishes. ”

"Hey, okay."

Zhao Qingyu walked to the stove, picked up a plate of sour and hot shredded potatoes and fried loofah next to him and put it on the table in the living room.

"Mom, why did you come back alone today? Where's my dad? ”

"Your dad is still busy, I'll come back first if I have something to do." Mother Zhao said, scooping a spoonful of salt from the salt shaker and sprinkling it into the pot.

Zhao Qingyu stood next to her and was silent, her mother didn't want to talk to her as a child about work, even in her previous life, she only knew what happened when her mother decided to go south.

"What's wrong? What are you doing standing in the kitchen, it's all fumes, you go out first. As soon as Zhao's mother turned her head, she saw Zhao Qingyu standing beside her without saying a word.

Zhao Qingyu looked at the tomato soup in the pot that was about to boil, pursed his lips, and said, "Mom, I have something to say to you." ”