The state-owned hotel was full of people. Yun Shu ordered a bowl of tofu brain and a few taels of fried dough sticks at the window. With a glance, he found a space and went over.

Sitting opposite her was a girl who looked about twenty years old. Although the blouse on her body also had patches, she used the same color fabric to slit it up with a clever slit. She couldn't see it without looking closely.

This girl is not pretty in the future, and is just on the level of ordinary people. But in this era, her round apple face, fair skin, and two big oily braids are definitely the symbol of a beauty.

And she is also a beauty with good family conditions. Not to mention anything else, she can only tell from the fact that she ate shredded pork noodles.

There are many people eating breakfast in state-owned hotels, but it does not mean that this is the general living standard of the Chinese people. At least farmers are still struggling on the line of food and clothing.

Yunshu only glanced at him and knew that those who could come to have breakfast were nothing more than three families: workers, teachers, and civil servants, and those who ordered shredded pork noodles were among the few.

Yunshu was carrying meat, so naturally wanted to develop potential customers, but he didn't want to talk about this business, so when the girl looked up, she just nodded at others, smiled, and then lowered her head to eat her own breakfast.

Not to mention, these days, everything is real. Yunshu wants a big bowl of tofu brain, which costs five cents a bowl. The bowl has a mouth full of twenty cents. The braised ingredients inside are also very rich, including fungus, daylily, eggs, etc.

The fried dough sticks cost seven cents each, and each piece costs one or two grain coupons. At this time, a fried dough stick was not the type that would be lost in a few bites in later generations, but it was two or three times larger.

The three fried dough sticks that Yunshu wanted could be cut into four pieces and filled with a small basket of fine rattans.

At this time, the fried dough sticks were fried in vegetable oil or soybean oil. I heard that they were fried in cotton seed oil. The noodles were not made of fine white noodles, but after taking a bite, it was crispy and fragrant. In this era when there was no oil or water, it was really a taste enjoyment.

For Yunshu, the taste is just average. She prefers tofu brain with brine, which is much better than the gypsum-sized ones in later generations.

Yunshu slowly tasted the breakfast he had eaten in a state-owned restaurant after he came to this era. He followed the trend and ate the breakfast in a state-owned restaurant for the first time. He didn't know that the smile just now shook the girl opposite. Even if Yunshu was over fifteen or sixteen years old, he probably would have a little heart to be rammed.

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This is the first time Yang Zhenzhen has seen such a "boy". As a middle school Chinese teacher, she thought for a long time and couldn't think of how to describe him.

She is obviously very delicate and sissy boy, but her smile is filled with an indescribable freehand style.

Whether it is a man or a woman, they are actually a kind of visual animal and like to appreciate beautiful things.

So Teacher Yang, who was almost finished breakfast, slowed down his movements of swallowing noodles.

As for Yunshu, although his mind was immersed in the delicious tofu brain, he also divided his attention, looked at all directions, and listened to all directions. Naturally, his spiritual sense did not miss the curious expression of the girl opposite.

However, Yun Shu still looked at her without changing her face. She ate a large bowl of tofu brain, made two fried dough sticks, then got up and went to the counter to ask for a piece of greasy paper, and wrapped the remaining fried dough sticks.

It’s not that she can’t eat it anymore, she can even stuff her stomach into a rice bucket.

But she needs an introduction to "expose her flesh".

Yun Shu turned his body sideways, carefully lifted the lid of the basket on the ground, quickly stuffed the fried dough sticks in, and immediately covered the rattan cover. When he got up, he glanced at the girl opposite with vigilance in his eyes.

The rattan basket was right next to Yunshu's legs, leaning against the wall. When Yunshu put the fried dough sticks in, the girl opposite happened to get up and prepare to leave.

Yang Zhenzhen swears that she just saw it accidentally when she got up, and then subconsciously widened her eyes, "My mother, what did I see?"

A basket full of neatly sized meat?

Yang Zhenzhen subconsciously felt that saliva was secreting, braised pork, lion's head, pork stewed vermicelli...

Then after seeing the child's alert eyes, Yang Zhenzhen went back. She was so familiar with this look. After all, she also followed her second uncle to see the world in the black market. The eyes of those people looking at people were exactly the same as the boy's expression at this time.

Yunshu looked at the big girl who sat back, and was filled with joy, but she was a little scared and anxious. She didn't say anything, as if "I don't move the enemy."

Stalemate...

This stalemate lasted for about five minutes. Finally, the girl opposite couldn't help but rub her face. She looked at Yun Shu's expression with anger and cola, and then she whispered like an underground worker who was connecting: "Are you selling meat?"

Yunshu still didn't say anything, holding the rope of the rattan basket tightly in his hand, as if she would immediately leave when something was wrong with the person opposite.

Yang Zhenzhen was helpless, but the temptation of that pile of meat was too great. Although the commune had made a piece of meat from the mountains some time ago, how many families were waiting to share that little meat? The whole family just ate a few bites of it.

Although it is time to hand over the mission pigs, it is handed over to the country, and the commune has limited interception, so it is still kept to make dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

Although Yang Zhenzhen's family has good conditions, his father is the one who hates the most for personal gain, so the food at home is really average. Fortunately, her second uncle is open-minded and will make progress. Otherwise, Yang Zhenzhen would think she would definitely die and be greedy for the meat.

So at this moment, Yang Zhenzhen showed warmth that was as warm as spring and said softly and kindly: "Little brother, don't be afraid. My name is Yang Zhenzhen, and I am a teacher at Hongqi Middle School. The manager of the state-owned hotel is my second uncle. In order to make some meat for the Guangfa people, my second uncle's hair turned white. I think your relatives can't eat so much meat. Can you discuss it with your relatives and exert your spirit of self-sacrificing yourself?"

Yang Zhenzhen is not afraid that the children opposite him will not understand. Even if he cannot understand, their adults will always understand.

However, this adult is a little unrestrained, so how could a child come forward? If something really happens, it is too late to regret it.

And Yunshu, listening to the big girl opposite, had to say that she was very good at speaking.

But there was no relative, and there was one big shaman who sold meat.

"I can make the decision, this is not a place to speak!"

Concisely speaking, Yunshu played a sensitive and withdrawn child very well.

When Yang Zhenzhen heard this, her eyes lit up and she whispered: "Follow me." After saying that, hesitation flashed across the face of the child opposite, but in just a few seconds, she became determined again.

Yang Zhenzhen thinks that this is definitely a child with a story.

Yang Zhenzhen originally wanted to help Yun Shu, but when she saw her holding it easily, she thought that there was only meat on the basket, which might not be too heavy. Although she was a little disappointed, the mosquito legs were too small and it was also meat. The glance she glanced at would have to be at least five or six kilograms, which was worth it.
Chapter completed!