Cannon fodder stepmother dressed as a male protagonist

Chapter 11 The little rich woman goes shopping!

There is only a six-year age gap between cheap and her, so living under the same roof in the future, there are many things that have to be avoided.

Sun Qing exited the room and came to the living room.

The living room is huge, as big as the two rooms combined.In addition to an Eight Immortals table and two old-fashioned benches, there are four pairs of shoes in the corner.The two pairs of pull-back sneakers that are now popular must belong to Jiang Hai.There is also a pair of leather shoes and a pair of labor insurance shoes, which are ugly and look like JAC.

Fortunately, the father and son love cleanliness, otherwise the house must be full of stink.

After reading inside the house, continue to look outside.When I followed Jiang Huai into the door just now, I glanced at it casually, and there is a small dilapidated house on the east side, the area is not small, I don't know what it is for.

Sun Qing opened the door and looked, and was immediately scared away.

What a messy garbage factory, if she didn't know that Jianghuai was rich, she would have thought that the father and son formed a group to pick up junk?
The only thing that can be seen outside is a pile of rags, rotten firewood, broken pots and rotten shelves. Not to mention such things, the whole room is piled up, and what's more, the roof is transparent.

Could that pile of rotten wood be the beams?

For the sake of my life, the dilapidated house has to be dealt with quickly.

Sun Qing stepped back five meters away and continued to look at the yard.

Except for a pile of half-meter-high weeds on the corner of the wall, there is nothing, and it is very clean.

At the same time, she also noticed that there was no kitchen, not even such things as tableware and kitchen knives.

Sun Qing quit, the father and son can eat outside, but she can't!

As a senior foodie and gourmet expert, she prefers to make food by herself.

Putting other things aside, the problem of cooking must be solved first.

It is the end of the 70s, the era when the economy took off, and some people in the county used liquefied petroleum gas stoves half a year ago, which are clean and hygienic, and the speed is fast.

Just buy this.

There is another thing that is more troublesome. There is no place to cook, so you can't cook in the living room, right?
Sun Qing set his sights on the one-meter-long building under the eaves, and set up a table to cook there first, let's make do with it for a few days!

After thinking about how to arrange it, Sun Qing took the money and keys and rushed out.

Half a year ago, non-staple food tickets, cloth tickets, industrial tickets were canceled one after another, and the last food ticket was also canceled last month. Now, as long as you have money, you can buy anything!

Looking at the vendors shopping on the street, Sun Qing had more than 2000 yuan in his pocket, and he was so excited that he wanted to skip around.

More than 2000 yuan at this time is equivalent to 50 million yuan in 60 years, maybe more than that.

Thinking of the expression on Jiang Huai's face when she snatched the money, Sun Qing wanted to laugh.

Going shopping with so much money is no good, so I asked passers-by how to get to the bank and went straight to the bank.

When she arrived, the bank hadn't opened yet, and she happened to be hungry, so she found a dumpling stand and sat down to eat while waiting.

"Boss, here is a bowl of dumplings!" A middle-aged woman in her 50s and [-]s was setting up a stall in front of the bank. Her hair was all tied up and stuffed into a white hat, she was wearing an apron and sleeves, and she looked neat and tidy!

"Okay, the vegetables are sold out, and only the stuffed pork is left." The dumpling stall owner said with a sharp smile.

"Okay, then eat meat." Sun Qing likes to deal with people who are full of enthusiasm for life, and replied with a smile.

"Okay!" The owner of the dumpling stall neatly rolls out the dough and pinches the dumplings. The skin is thin and the filling is big, and it looks real at first glance.

While waiting, Sun Qing was not idle, and asked the owner of the dumpling stall where the liquefied gas tanks were sold. By the way, he found out where the nearby vegetable market was, where all the goods were sold, and which one was cheap.

The owner of the dumpling stall was full of air and his voice was loud. Sun Qing could answer whatever he asked, and he could ramble about things that Sun Qing didn't ask.

These news are worth more than a meal of dumplings!
(End of this chapter)