Zhou Qingmiao was a little uncomfortable by the critical gaze of the middle-aged woman on the bed like a searchlight, turned his face sideways, and looked at the bed where he slept.

The bed is very narrow, only enough for one person to sleep, or the kind of leather bed board, the upper and lower bunks have a total of four beds, one row after another, the position is relative, the whole carriage is a bit like a high school dormitory, but the space is smaller.

Zhou Qingmiao sat on the top bed, took out a book boredly, and took out the chestnut cake wrapped in oilpaper he made from his shoulder bag.

She made the chestnut cake herself.

There are many such chestnut trees on the mountain of the ninth production team, and in autumn, the ripe ones can fall to the ground.

Occasionally, Zhou Qingmiao is accompanied by Dong Yingying, and when he goes up the mountain, he can collect a lot of them and hide them in the space.

Zhou Qingmiao also shelled the picked chestnuts and hammered them into puree, this step she asked the more powerful Lei Xudong to come, add vegetable oil, add sugar and stir evenly to make a filling, use a good soft dough, wrap the filling, roll it out, and sprinkle sesame seeds when the dough is fried into a golden crispy chestnut cake.

I have to say that the chestnut cake is really fragrant when it comes out of the pot, which causes Maomao, the big dog, to wander around in the kitchen, and even Xudong, who doesn't like sweets, has eaten a few pieces.

Zhou Qingmiao took out the chestnut cake now, although there was no fragrance just out of the pot, but there was still a faint aroma.

In addition to chestnuts, in fact, the space also collected a lot of mountain goods, her favorite wild fruits, such as raspberries, wild strawberries, wild mulberries, wild milk or something, all kinds of unknown wild fruits that I ate when I was a child, I don't have to worry about spoiling them in the space, and I can often eat them as fruits.

Zhou Qingmiao has always been a very enjoyable person, taking a small bite of chestnut cake, with paper on his knees, and no need to worry about crumbs falling on the bed, with sweet and sour raspberries.

The people in this carriage, the chestnut cakes that had already been taken out by Zhou Qingmiao, shrugged their noses if there was a fragrance that seemed to be absent, and they frequently poked their heads to know where the fragrance came from.

As soon as I looked up, I noticed Zhou Qingmiao, who was sitting on the bed with red lips and white teeth, her pink lips were closed one by one, revealing her teeth, and her cheeks were bulging, looking extremely delicate.

There are still very few single girls who are away from home, and eight out of ten are old men.

Many old men turned their heads to see this scene, their eyes didn't move, and they didn't know if it was because of food or people, so they swallowed deeply.

It's like this from a distance, not to mention the closest bed to Zhou Qingmiao, and the fragrance wafts to the tip of people's noses one after another.

The middle-aged couple and the young girl couldn't help but swallow their saliva, and directly woke up the seven or eight-year-old little boy who was sleeping soundly in the arms of the middle-aged woman.

"It's so fragrant, Mom, I'm going to eat it too." The little boy woke up and was clamoring for bread.

The middle-aged woman thought that she was a leader, so where could she open her mouth to ask others for food, or to such an unaccustomed little goblin, and hurriedly coaxed: "Good girl, Mom will buy you food to eat." ”

"No, I'm going to eat that!" The little boy made a fuss, and even the middle-aged women had a headache, and it was definitely impossible to buy it with money, and the big guys were all looking at it, and she was reluctant to buy her with food stamps.

In the end, he couldn't resist his son, and said with a domineering attitude: "Hey, that little girl on the top bunk, I'll spend three taels of food stamps in exchange for three such cakes for you." ”

Zhou Qingmiao: "............" a three-tael food stamp for three chestnut cakes, are you sure? If you had, you would sell one to her.

Her chestnut cake is quite big, and because it is made for herself, the flour, oil, sugar and other materials used are not stingy, and the ingredients are very sufficient, all of which are the best.

In particular, flour is much more expensive than grain at this time.

Even if the price is low, this attitude of charity is also a blockage in Zhou Qingmiao's heart.

"What are you talking nonsense, how can a three-tael food stamp be exchanged for so much, one is enough. Little girl, you see that my son is very noisy, can you give us an even-handed one? The man in the middle-aged woman's bunk spoke.

As early as when this delicate girl came in, he peeked at it from time to time, and now he talked to him, and he had a reason to stare at people in the bright light, his face was white and tender, his lips were red, his chest was bulging, and his small body was slender, and he looked really pure and charming.

When the middle-aged woman heard the middle-aged man say this, she pursed her lips, a little unhappy, but she didn't say anything.

Zhou Qingmiao looked at the reluctant appearance of the middle-aged woman, and said in her heart that she didn't really want to change it, but listening to the middle-aged man's words, she really didn't want to listen to the noisy cry of the bear child: "Okay, but I only have one here." ”

The young girl had heard what they said, and she was also eager to change the food, and she was not short of food stamps, and the more expensive it was, the more expensive it was, but who knew that there was only one left, so she had to dismiss the idea.

(End of chapter)