Gao Fan bought two taels of cornmeal porridge and a big steamed bun. As soon as he sat down at a dining table, he saw a flash of red light in front of his eyes. Xia Shihui, wearing a pink shirt, was already sitting opposite him.
"Sister, can you stop being so elusive?"
Gao Fan shook his head and said.
"Why am I so invisible?" Xia Shihui retorted dissatisfiedly, "I waved to you when you were in the cafeteria. It's because you were musing on your own thoughts and being arrogant. Do you still blame me?"
"Is that so?" Gao Fan was stunned, and when he thought about it, it seemed that his memory for a few minutes just now was blank. He couldn't even remember how he bought food. Everything was based on muscle instinct.
No wonder he didn't even notice when a big living person like Xia Shihui walked in front of him.
Of course, Xia Shihui herself is indeed a person with a talent for elusiveness. She probably developed this ability when she followed her parents to prospect for minerals in the mountains.
"What are you thinking about?" Xia Shihui asked.
"What do you want to eat for lunch today?"
"..., Gao Fan, can you stop being so perfunctory?"
"Food is the most important thing for the people, so why are you so perfunctory?"
"Classmate Gao Fan, you haven't eaten breakfast yet. You can think about lunch at this time. From now on, my surname is not Xia, my surname is Qiu."
"Classmate Qiu Shihui, let me tell you the truth, I was not only thinking about what to eat for lunch, I was even thinking about what to eat tomorrow. Just now, one of my classmates told me that there is little land in his home and everyone can't afford it.
He wanted to save food stamps and send them home so that his younger brothers and sisters could have a few full meals."
"...Is there such a thing?" Xia Shihui was stunned. After a pause, she nodded and said, "Actually, this kind of thing is not uncommon. When I was a child, my parents and I went to the southwest to prospect for minerals.
, many places in the southwest are too poor to have food to eat.
"I remember eating steamed buns when I was a child. I thought the outer skin was not delicious, so I peeled them off and threw them away. As a result, the children in the village who played with me picked them up and ate them."
"Then what?" Gao Fan asked.
Xia Shihui said: "Then I won't tear off the steamed buns."
"Wouldn't that mean those children would have one less bite to eat?"
"No, I always take an extra steamed bun out to play and share it with them. Many children say they have never eaten white noodles."
"You are a good person."
"Are you sincere?" Xia Shihui looked at Gao Fan suspiciously.
In this era, there was no such thing as "issuing good people cards", but saying that others are good people out of thin air always gave people a sense of conspiracy. In Xia Shihui's mind, Gao Fan had always been a poisonous person. For example, she was "elusive".
Something like that. She didn't dare to accept such a person's compliment suddenly.
"Of course I mean it. Do you want me to cut it open and show it to you now?" Gao Fan gestured with a spoon on his chest. It seemed that as long as Xia Shihui nodded, he would take out a braised pig heart and serve it to Xia Shihui.
"Hmph!" Xia Shihui snorted noncommittally, and then said: "So, when I see people wasting food, I feel particularly unbearable. Let me tell you, some of our girls will go to the window to buy half a meal after eating every day.
A steamed bun, do you know what it is for?"
"Give it to the children in the courtyard?" Gao Fan was very imaginative. In fact, there were no children in the courtyard of Peking University who were in need of steamed buns.
"That's not true. They were using the half of the steamed buns to wash the dishes."
"Washing dishes!" Gao Fan was shocked. What kind of operation was this?
Xia Shihui said: "The food in our school doesn't taste very oily, but after eating, the bowl is full of oil and cannot be washed clean. I don't know who invented this method. After the meal, I buy half a steamed bun and remove the oil from the bowl.
Rub it off and it will be easier to wash."
"Where are the steamed buns?"
"Of course I threw it away. Do you think they would eat it?"
"..."
Gao Fan was speechless. Does this count as seeing each other for a long time?
Gao Fan also knows that the oil in the big pot is difficult to wash. The boys here always bring their rice bowls back to the dormitory and sprinkle some washing powder on them. There are a few people who are from a good family and can afford the washing liquid, so
It's another matter.
He had never paid attention to how girls washed dishes. After hearing what Xia Shihui said, he thought it was not strange for some girls to buy half a steamed bun to wash dishes.
The big steamed buns in the school come in two-two pieces, and some students can't eat the whole one, so the cafeteria cuts the steamed buns in half, so you can buy only half. The price of half a steamed bun is one or two noodles plus one penny, including the upper ticket.
The cost is just over two cents.
Calculated based on two meals a day, the cost of washing dishes in a month is 1.5 yuan. For students from a decent family, it is not a burden, and it is even cheaper than buying dishwashing liquid.
In fact, in later generations, some household experience also taught them how to use flour to wash pots and dishes, which is no different from using steamed buns to wash dishes.
However, for a country that values food as important as the sky, this kind of behavior is called a waste of food. And then think about students like Wu Zixian who have to save their own food rations to support their families, and only look forward to their younger brothers and sisters.
Gao Fan didn't know what to say about being able to have a few full meals.
"You went to fight with them?" Gao Fan sighed and asked Xia Shihui.
"I want to fight, but I'm afraid of being expelled," Xia Shihui said.
"Everyone has his or her own ambitions. They use their own quota and spend their parents' money. We have no control over it," Gao Fan advised.
Xia Shihui said: "That's the truth. Just like when I was a child, I tore off the buns and threw them away. Isn't that the same thing? But now I know that is not the right thing to do."
"Oh, it's actually nothing. When the country becomes rich in the future, our next generation will be able to throw away the steamed bun scalp with peace of mind," Gao Fan said.
In the era before he traveled through time, it wasn't really a treasonous thing to throw away some steamed bun scalps. There were also people who imitated foreigners and slapped cakes on other people's faces. Outsiders couldn't say anything.
Xia Shihui did not answer Gao Fan's words, but said: "By the way, you just said that your classmate wants to send food stamps to his family. He should want national food stamps, right? I have some national food stamps in my hand. I will give them to you later.
Please pass it on to your classmates."
"There's no need for this." Gao Fan said, "Actually, I also have a surplus of national food stamps. I asked him to give some to him, but he refused to take it. He said that he would use his own ration to exchange for my national food stamps, and it was a
I can exchange two pounds of coupons for one pound of national food stamps."
"You boys have a big appetite, but you are not rich with food stamps. We girls have a small appetite, and the food stamps themselves are redundant. Many of our classmates exchange food stamps with fellow villagers for eggs," Xia Shihui said.
"Oh, is this kind of thing common?" Gao Fan asked.
Xia Shihui said: "Of course it's common. You boys don't have enough food stamps to eat, so you don't have much to change. Almost everyone here among girls is like this."