There are small greens, eggplants, peppers, radishes, and other vegetables that you can usually see.

Basically, each family in the production team has little land for themselves, and most of them will plant all vegetables, and some will plant some vegetables at the same time as potatoes, sweet potatoes and other grains, so that in addition to the food distributed by the production team, their own families can also grow some of them.

In this era of material shortage, everyone has survived like this.

When cooking noodles, Zhao Xiulan asked Zhao Xiuzhu to pull out a handful of small green vegetables and cook them together.

There was not a little oil and water in the pot, so I put a little salt in it, and even this made people swallow.

Because I was so poor, I couldn't eat enough on weekdays, and I used to eat thin food every night, but now I have encountered noodles, even if it is bitter sorghum noodles, which are good things that cannot be desired.

Zhao Xiuzhu looked at the noodles that were about to come out of the pot, and couldn't stop swallowing saliva in her stomach.

"Sister, I really want to eat!"

Zhao Xiulan smiled slightly, "It's almost out of the pot, just wait a little longer." ”

"Well, good!" Zhao Xiuzhu answered, but her eyes were staring at the pot of noodles, reluctant to move away.

After cooking for two minutes, Zhao Xiulan sprinkled a handful of chopped green onions into it and began to take a bowl of noodles.

She first served a big bowl to Zhao Weiguo, Zhao Weiguo is a man, he does heavy work, he eats a little more than them, and eats much more naturally.

Needless to say, Ma Yumei gave her a little sheng, and she still had to make a fuss? I'm afraid that I have to make a fuss about the child in my belly again, and say something in front of Zhao Weiguo.

Li Lijuan was angry and went to the house, and Zhao Xiulan was too lazy to care, so she was not ready to give it to her. If you like to eat, you can eat, if you don't eat and pull down, when you are the eldest lady, who will get used to her?

Hehe, it's better not to eat it, and the amount left behind can be shared by a few other people.

Zhao Xiulan served another bowl for herself and Zhao Xiuzhu, and the amount was not as much as that of Zhao Weiguo and Ma Yumei.

Zhao Xiuzhu is still young, in fact, she can't eat much, a bowl of noodles is enough, not enough for two taels.

Zhao Xiulan doesn't like to eat sorghum noodles very much, she thinks it's too bitter, there is no oil and water in this noodle, she is ready to secretly go back to the house to open a small stove, there is food in the space, what is better to eat than to eat this?

"Dad, Aunt Mei, it's time to eat!"

Zhao Xiulan took out the noodles and put them on the table, and then Zhao Weiguo and Ma Yumei ate, but did not call Li Lijuan to come out to eat.

Hearing that the noodles were ready, Zhao Weiguo immediately got the table money, and Ma Yumei couldn't wait to get out of the house.

I didn't eat much at noon, and I was already hungry by this time.

Especially Zhao Weiguo, I am afraid that he will only eat three minutes at noon, and he has done a day's rough work during the day, and now his stomach is rumbling with hunger.

When I saw the noodles on the table, I sat down and held the bowl and couldn't wait to eat them.

Zhao Xiulan hurriedly reminded, "Dad, it's too hot, don't worry, eat slowly!" ”

The tall man had a simple smile on his face, and Zhao Weiguo said a little embarrassed, "Dad hasn't eaten noodles for a long time, and he was a little excited for a while." ”

Although it is a joke, it reveals the sadness of people in this era.

Ma Yumei was no better, blowing the noodles, and after it was a little cold, she stuffed it straight into her mouth.

Zhao Xiulan is much more than Sven, and Zhao Xiuzhu is also eating in small bites, for the Zhao family, it is already a very happy thing to be able to eat a bowl of full sorghum noodles.

After hearing the movement outside, Li Lijuan came out of the house and saw a large family sitting together eating, but there was no part of hers, and there was no extra bowl of noodles on the table.