"Little Ye Zi, come on, come on, sit down quickly. Look at what good things uncle has brought back for you."
The three of them chatted for a while, and Zhao Dagang invited Liu Ye to sit at the table.
He opened the lid of a large enamel bowl with red flowers on a white background, and an alluring fragrance instantly wafted out.
Inside is a pot full of braised pork!
"Uncle, you are spending too much money!"
Liu Ye's eyes widened when she saw the braised pork.
These days, although everyone has enough to eat, they won't go hungry.
But big dishes like pork belly are rare even if they are not served during the Chinese New Year.
"It's nothing to spend money on! Your uncle is the master chef in the cafeteria. He brought back some leftovers from the cafeteria. It's just a small thing. Little Yezi, come on, eat some!"
With that said, Zhao Dagang placed another yellow enamel bowl in front of Liu Ye, which was filled with white rice.
Zhao Dagang is the canteen master chef of the Fifth State-owned Textile Factory in Shencheng. There are about thirty people in the entire canteen under his command.
Zhao Dagang works in the cafeteria, and his monthly salary is 65 yuan.
Although not as good as Feng Xiuqin, who is a textile worker, she gets a salary of 70 yuan a month. In addition to salary, there are bonuses, and there are subsidies for night shifts. If you add up the 70, 78, 88, or 88, you can get about 90 yuan a month.
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Fortunately, I can often bring back some good food from the canteen.
It is said to be leftovers from the canteen, but anyone with a discerning eye knows that it is the first spoonful that is scooped into the enamel basin right after it comes out of the pot.
Sometimes when Feng Xiuqin and Zhao Dagang were both busy and had no time to cook, Zhao Dagang would simply bring food and food home from the canteen for the family to eat.
Because of this, in this era when big guys are generally "slim", Zhao Dagang's family is all a little plump.
Especially Zhao Dagang, who has a big belly and always has a smile on his face, like Maitreya Buddha.
The Fifth Textile Factory is a large factory, and braised pork is cooked in the cafeteria almost every week. Today is the day to eat braised pork.
So Zhao Dagang filled a large basin and brought it back, just in time to replenish his niece Liuye.
Liu Ye looked at the fat and thin pork belly and swallowed hard.
Liu Ye, who was in the 1980s, has grown to be eighteen years old and can count the number of times she has eaten pork belly on one hand.
Liu Ye was not polite, took the chopsticks handed over by Zhao Dagang, quickly picked up a piece of brown-red pork belly and put it into his mouth.
Soft, waxy and salty, it melts in your mouth, so delicious!
Liu Ye narrowed her eyes in enjoyment and ate several more pieces quickly.
The aroma of the oil in your mouth makes the empty willow leaves in your belly feel more satisfied.
"Eat! Why don't you eat? There are so many more!"
After Liu Ye ate a few pieces of meat, she stopped eating meat and only ate pickled vegetables under the pork belly.
Zhao Dagang saw it and thought Liu Ye was embarrassed to eat more, so he hurriedly persuaded him.
"Uncle, you can't eat anymore. If you eat too much, you will have diarrhea."
Liu Ye shook her head and explained in a low voice.
This body has not had enough food for a long time, let alone meat.
People who have not eaten meat for a long time will definitely suffer from diarrhea if they eat too much and their intestines and stomach cannot digest it.
As soon as Liu Ye finished speaking, Zhao Dagang's eyes dimmed instantly, and his heart hurt severely.
He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
"Little Ye Zi, if you stay at your aunt's house from now on, I will ensure that you eat meat every day!"
After hearing Liu Ye's words, Feng Xiuqin also felt sad.
All three of her children are tall and full of energy.
The willow leaves look like bean sprouts, dry and dry. You can tell at a glance that they are malnourished, and you don't know what kind of life they lived before?
You have to find a way to replenish her!
"Thank you, aunt!"
Liu Ye took two mouthfuls of rice and smiled at Feng Xiuqin, feeling much relieved.
I was originally worried that my aunt would be hard to talk to, but now it seems that my aunt is also a kind person.
"Little Ye Zi, you eat first, your aunt and I will go down and collect the clothes."
Zhao Dagang gave instructions and took Feng Xiuqin out.
"Tell me! What can you tell me?"
As soon as she walked out of the house, Feng Xiuqin asked in a low voice.
For such a trivial matter as collecting clothes, Zhao Dagang still pulled her downstairs, obviously he had something to say to her.
"Let me tell you about Willow Leaf..."
Zhao Dagang slowed down, spoke slowly, and repeated to Feng Xiuqin what Zhou Renyi had said to him.
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"This...is this impossible?"
Zhao Dagang's words stunned Feng Xiuqin.
However, Zhao Dagang's serious face made her realize that this was the truth.
"Alas! This child's life is too hard with such a father."
Feng Xiuqin let out a long sigh.
"Xiu Qin, you also know that if I hadn't fallen ill back then, I should have gone to the countryside and Xuelan would have become a textile worker. She shouldn't have suffered such a fate...Liu Ye, this child, I also have a special destiny.
Shirking responsibility..."
Zhao Dagang pursed his lips and his eyes were a little red.
His heart was filled with self-blame.
If he hadn't fallen ill that year, his sister would not have died so early.
It's all his fault!
"Dagang, don't blame yourself. This is all in the past. There is no point in bringing it up again. We have to look forward and treat Liu Ye well in the future and treat her like our own daughter. Xuelan is here
Heaven can rest assured."
Feng Xiuqin, who has been married to Zhao Dagang for many years, also knows that Zhao Xuelan has been Zhao Dagang's lifelong pain.
Now that Liu Ye is here, he will naturally make up for what he owes Zhao Xuelan to her.
"Xiu Qin, thank you!"
Zhao Dagang held Feng Xiuqin's hands tightly.
"As a couple, how can we say thank you?"
Feng Xiuqin complained on her lips, but felt sweet in her heart.
Her husband respects her the most.
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After Liu Ye had eaten, it took a while before Zhao Dagang and Feng Xiuqin came back.
Coming back with the two of them, there was also a handsome-looking young man who was sweating profusely and carrying a military green backpack.
"Hello, cousin! I am Zhao Jingsong, you can call me Songsong."
As soon as they met, the young man rushed to Liu Ye and said hello with his white teeth bared in an unobtrusive manner.
"Little Ye Zi, this is your cousin. He is two years younger than you. He is currently in the first year of high school at a school for children of a textile factory."
Feng Xiuqin, who followed behind, immediately explained.
She and Zhao Dagang were collecting clothes downstairs and happened to meet Zhao Jingsong coming home from school.
"Xiao Zizi? Cousin, it turns out your name is Xiao Zizi!"
This cute nickname made Zhao Jingsong very happy.
"Zhao Jingsong, no matter how big or small you are, you can also call me Little Yezi? Call me cousin!"
Zhao Dagang had a sullen face and shouted sternly.
"Uncle, aunt, I'm already eighteen years old, so don't call me Little Zi Zi, call me Zi Zi!"
She was also helpless about this nickname.
Before time travel, her close colleagues all called her "Yi Zi", so let her uncle and aunt call her "Yi Zi"!
"Then let's call it Ye Zi. It sounds nice too!"
Zhao Dagang nodded immediately and agreed in a good manner.