After eating a bowl, Xu Qiang touched his stomach and felt that he could eat another bowl, so he pulled the noodles the width of his little finger and put them in the pot.

This time, as soon as the noodles came out of the pot and the hot oil was poured, Xu Qiang happily picked up the bowl and was about to start eating, but he heard a movement at the door, it was his brother Xu Damao who came back.

"Qiangzi, have you eaten?"

As Xu Damao spoke, he had already pushed the door in, and saw Xu Qiang eating a big bowl of noodles, looking at the oily as if it was delicious, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Qiangzi, what about eating noodles? Do you have mine? ”

While talking, he looked into the basin on the stove and saw that there was still a piece of noodles inside, and he immediately smiled with joy.

Xu Qiang saw that he was frozen like his third grandson, and handed him the bowl in his hand:

"I haven't eaten it yet, you have a bowl first, and I'll make it."

Xu Damao went to the washbasin next to him to wash his hands, and saw Xu Qiang with a new towel on the washbasin shelf, so he pulled it over and wiped his hands clean.

At the same time, I noticed that the washbasin and washbasin shelves were new, and my eyes turned around the room, and I saw that the single bed at the door was also a new sheet, and the original greasy and black cabinet and camphor wood table were wiped clean, and I could shine on my face, so I couldn't help laughing:

"Oh, Qiangzi, are you ready to change your mind and become a new person?"

"Roll the calf, do you eat it, and I will eat it if you don't eat it?"

Xu Qiang glared at Xu Damao angrily, what a change of heart, a new person, as if he had just come out of the fence.

"Hey, hey, eat, eat, I'm hungry right now."

Xu Damao picked up the bowl with a hippie smile, and when he saw that the noodles in the bowl were so wide, his eyes suddenly widened:

"Hey, I said Qiangzi, you're too lazy, aren't you, the noodles are cut so wide?"

Xu Qiang pulled the noodles and got out of the pot, and rolled his eyes for Xu Damao:

"You know what? This is called oily noodles, and they are all eaten like this in Shaanxi, and the thief pulls incense, you don't eat it for me. ”

As soon as Xu Damao heard that it was Shaanxi's way of eating, he immediately took a chopstick noodle and sucked it into his mouth and chewed it twice, and immediately squinted his eyes:

The noodles are very strong, and the taste is very good, with the saltiness of soy sauce and salt, and the spicy flavor of garlic and chili.

I didn't care about saying anything, I took the chopsticks and pulled them into my mouth, because I ate too fast, I was choked, and my eyes were staring.

Xu Qiang still got the noodles out of the pot, scooped him a bowl of noodle soup and drank two sips before he came over:

"I said you eat slowly, and no one will rob you of this."

"I said Qiangzi, we grew up together, why didn't I know you still had such skills? I knew you could cook at home every day! ”

Xu Damao feels that he has been playing movies in the rolling mill for many years, and he often drinks with the leaders, and he can be regarded as having eaten it, but he has never eaten such delicious noodles.

"I leave home every day to cook for you? I'm not your daughter-in-law, why do I cook for you every day? ”

As Xu Qiang spoke, he took a rag and wrapped it around the copper spoon handle a few times, and then poured a small half spoonful of oil into the copper spoon and put it into the hot oil in the fire of the stove.

Soon, the oil was hot, and another bowl of oil poured on the noodles with a "snort", and another bowl of oil poured noodles came out.

Without waiting for him to speak, Xu Damao directly picked up the bowl and began to eat noodles, saying while eating:

"I said Qiangzi, with your method of eating oil, it is estimated that the fuel ticket for three months is not enough for you to eat for ten days."

Xu Qiang pursed his lips, too lazy to take care of him, and heated half a spoonful of hot oil and poured it on another bowl of noodles.

After eating, Xu Qiang sat on the pipe hat chair and picked his teeth, and mouthed at Xu Damao Nunu:

"Brother, by the way, I washed the pot."

Xu Damao didn't refuse, he washed the pot in three or two, and then he also sat in front of Xu Qiang and looked at him and asked:

"Did you get something?"

Xu Qiang nodded, raised his hand and pointed under the single bed at the door: "It's all under the bed, you can take it later." ”

"Cheng, it's still early tonight, I'll go to our section chief's house and walk around, and get a team leader first."

Xu Damao was not polite, and directly took out another twenty yuan from his trouser pocket and put it on the table of the Eight Immortals:

"I know that these things are not easy to get, I will give you twenty yuan, if I can really be promoted to team leader, I will invite you to Quanjude for a roast duck meal."

As soon as Xu Qiang saw the two big pieces on the table, he immediately put them away with a smile, and the system immediately added twenty gold coins to him.

"By the way, the three masters of Yan Jiecheng's matter are estimated to be looking for you, tell others well, don't put on a show."

Xu Qiang reminded casually, and Xu Damao answered and went out with his things.

A person was feeling a little bored in the house, and suddenly heard someone knocking on the door outside, Xu Qiang glanced at the door:

"Come in."

"Squeak", the door opened, and a middle-aged man in his forties came in, Lao Jiang, who lived next door to the second uncle's house.

"Hey, Uncle Jiang, why did you come to me on this cold day?"

Xu Qiang got up from the pipe hat chair, took an enamel jar and carried a thermos to pour hot water for Uncle Jiang, and beckoned him to sit down and talk.

Lao Jiang works in the machine repair factory of the subordinate unit of the rolling mill, three daughters and a son, the eldest daughter Jiang Xiaoyi graduated from secondary school, and also worked as an announcer in the machine repair factory, married the year before last, her husband's name is Hu Zhilong, who is a clerk in the street office, and the other three children are still in school.

Lao Jiang is a fifth-level worker, more than 40 yuan a month, life is not difficult, in Xu Qiang's impression, the family has always lived behind closed doors, rarely involved in the affairs of the yard.

"Xu Qiang, have you eaten?"

Lao Jiang smiled and took the enamel jar and took a sip of water, and glanced at Xu Qiang's room, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

It seems that the old ladies in the family are right, and it is really a big change in the change of shotguns, which I don't know and think that there is a new daughter-in-law who is diligent in the family.

"Eat."

Xu Qiang glanced at Lao Jiang, saw that he hesitated and didn't know what to say, knowing that something must be wrong, so he simply asked directly:

"Uncle Jiang, we are all in the same courtyard, if you have anything, as long as I can do it, I will do it for you."

"Hey, it's not a big deal, isn't this looking at the New Year? I heard your Aunt Jiang say that you can get some rare things, don't you want to beg you to get some? ”

Lao Jiang was not polite, and directly explained his intentions, he also bought it with money, not for nothing.

When Xu Qiang heard that this was the case, he immediately smiled: "Hey, uncle, are you welcome, what do you want or not, I'll listen to what you want first and see if I can get it." ”

Although Xu Qiang can exchange all kinds of materials in the space, he does not have a big package, and he is full of promises.

Lao Jiang nodded, took out a small note from his trouser pocket and handed it to Xu Qiang:

"Just like that, see if you can get it?"

Xu Qiang took the note and glanced at it, hey, good guy, I really want a lot:

Ten pounds of apples, ten pounds of pears, ten pounds of oranges, twenty pounds of pork, twenty pounds of mutton, three pounds of cotton, five pounds of fruit sugar, three boxes of malt milk essence, and other pastries and snacks are a total of ten boxes.