Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 111 It’s Chinese New Year, kill the New Year Pig
Professor Tang can be said to be the oldest person.

When he cried, everyone became confused.

Su Qingfeng was also a little stupid.

He thinks that the pumpkin porridge he made is not so delicious, right?
and many more.

Su Qingfeng felt that he seemed to have overlooked something.

He remembered that when the system rewarded people before, it rewarded a new function called scenario simulation.

The function is to integrate emotions into the dishes through empathy, so that customers have a chance to trigger memories.

At that time, Su Qingfeng believed that this was almost a useless function.

These days, it's good to be able to eat enough.

Who wants to remember but not remember?

Besides, how could there be such a coincidence that I happened to practice this dish in the scenario simulation, and the customer happened to specify this dish, and in the end there was a corresponding memory that could be triggered.

But reality tells Su Qingfeng that there really are such coincidences!
Seeing Su Siwei winking at him crazily, he almost had the words "How did you do that" engraved on his forehead.

Su Qingfeng also spread his hands.

Fortunately, the emotional catharsis is only temporary.

After Professor Tang finished crying, although his eyes were a little red and swollen, his mental state improved a lot. At least he was not as depressed and lifeless as when he first entered the door.

Professor Tang took the slightly hot pumpkin porridge and finished it with a slurp.

His ancestral home is in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. Later, he went to Beijing for academic research, and then... moved to the Black Province.

Coincidentally, Su Qingfeng was also from Jiangsu and Zhejiang in his previous life, and with the system bonus, this bowl of pumpkin porridge successfully reminded him of the past.

After Professor Tang finished drinking the pumpkin porridge, he drank the whole bowl cleanly without any residue.

He moved with difficulty, and Zhou Sheng quickly turned around and helped him stand up.

Professor Tang patted Zhou Sheng's arm and motioned for him to let go.

Then, under Zhou Sheng's worried eyes, Professor Tang actually bowed deeply to Su Qingfeng.

"When this illness hit me, I was in a trance a lot of the time. I thought it was my children that I couldn't let go of, but when the time came, I recalled in my mind that it was my wife."

They thought it was just a common cold and cough, but they didn't expect it to be so dangerous before.

Seeing the frightened expressions of the people around him, Professor Tang immediately laughed, and even thought of teasing, "Just be at ease. If I were still like before, I wouldn't tell you this. "

"Speaking of which, I have to thank this little comrade. The pumpkin porridge he made, it can be said that it is not the best I have ever tasted, but it is the one that touches my heart the most."

"People are always like this. It's only when they lose that they know how to cherish. After my wife left, I have never had pumpkin porridge like this again. Unexpectedly, tonight, I drank it again... It's like a dream …”

Even drinking a bowl of pumpkin porridge that tastes similar to memories has become a luxury...

Su Qingfeng should have been secretly proud of getting Professor Tang's favor.

But he has no such idea at all now.

Su Qingfeng sighed softly. Su Siwei was not as playful as usual. At this time, like a father, he stretched out his hand, put it on Su Qingfeng's shoulder, and said deeply:
"Okay, don't think about it so much. Who is not cleaning up the trouble now? Don't put too much pressure on yourself, we are all ordinary people."

Su Qingfeng was not that sad about spring and autumn. At most, he just sighed.

He glanced at Su Siwei's hand on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Are you acting like a father now?
If he were at that age in his previous life, it wouldn't be impossible for the two of them to talk about being brothers.

Su Qingfeng felt inexplicably happy when he thought of the scene where he held Su Siwei's hand and called him big brother.

But speaking of it, when he and Su Siwei communicated in the past, they were indeed like buddies.

Su Siwei didn't look like a grown-up parent in this era.

If his father were like Su Erqiang, Su Qingfeng felt that he would die of depression sooner or later.

Although Su Qingfeng didn't want to go to the black market, he was still a little curious.

He couldn't help but ask, "Dad, what are you talking about in the black market?"

Su Siwei gave him a clue and said angrily, "What can a black market be like? It's just a place to sell things. I'm warning you, don't even think about going there. You have a bright future and you don't have a big brain." Be smart, if you go to a place like that, be careful of being betrayed.”

Su Qingfeng was unconvinced, "My brain is not good? Can I cook if my brain is not good? Can I pass the CET-[-] certificate if my brain is not good?"

Su Siwei was stunned for a moment, then touched his hat and smiled, "Yes, you are my son after all, just follow me."

This smells shameless.

Su Qingfeng resisted the desire to quarrel with him and asked curiously, "Dad, do you know... besides you, who else in the village has been to the black market?"

Speaking of this, Su Siwei showed a proud smile:

"When you ask about this, you've asked the right person. I know all the people in our village. I know that the boss's pants are missing, and the eggs from the west family were picked up by the old lady next door."

"People like Zhao Youliang and Ma Chenggong... they often run away. As for the others, I'll tell you about them, for example..."

This series of names is not too many, and Su Qingfeng has heard of several families among them.

He is a well-known poor household in the village. If he doesn't go to the black market to buy some food, he is afraid that his family will soon be unable to survive.

As for Zhao Youliang, he also knew that Uncle Zhao still got the puppies at home from him. Zhao Youliang also helped a lot with Feng Sufen's family affairs this time.

Su Qingfeng planned to bring something to thank Zhao Youliang properly during the New Year ceremony.

Zhao Youliang is a hunter in the village. When the family's wild animals want to exchange for coarse grains, they can only go to the black market. As for if they want to exchange for fine grains, there is no other way.

There are not many refined grains on the market now.

only……

What happens if this horse succeeds?
Su Qingfeng had roughly heard of his name, but she only knew that he was a second-rate guy in the village who lived all day long. He didn't expect that he had the same "side job" as his father.

But when talking about this person, Su Qingfeng could feel that Su Siwei's face lit up with a smile. Without mentioning this person, he just said that he was not a good guy and had evil intentions, so just stay away.

Su Qingfeng didn't have that kind of death-defying curiosity. He knew that the other party was not a good person, but he still pressed forward.

He silently kept the words in his mind and changed the topic, "Dad, just because you know that others have been to the black market, no one knows that you have been to the black market?"

Speaking of this, Su Siwei got excited again.

He was a little embarrassed, "Do you know what people in the village call me?"

Su Qingfeng was a little surprised, "You useless second-rate person!"

Su Siwei got the answer he wanted, but seeing his son's decisive answer, he suddenly wanted a belt.

Without waiting for Su Siwei to answer, Su Qingfeng said to himself again, "Dad, you are the wiser. We are called making a fortune in silence and keeping a low profile to keep safe. These days, being in too much limelight is not a good thing. , we have to keep a low profile next time."

Su Siwei was pleased to hear this.

No one knows his father better than his son.

...The father and son stepped on the snow and braved the wind. When they finally returned home, they found that the lights in Lao Su's house were still on.

Bright.

Taking a closer look, I found that a large family was actually nesting in the old man's room.

They have the largest room in the house, and now that there are so many people here, the kang is well heated and the room is warm.

Looking around again, I found that almost everyone in the family had a smile on their face.

Especially Feng Sufen, actually holding Su Yingchun, wiping her tears, crying and laughing.

Even the old man and the old lady had relaxed looks on their faces.

This can be seen from the frequency with which the old man smokes.

Seeing Su Qingfeng and his son arriving, the old man became more and more relaxed. He first smiled at his grandson, called Su Qingfeng to his side, and pulled him onto the kang.

Then he slowly said, "Qingfeng, your sister met two leaders today. One leader said that he was the leader of a theater troupe in the county. He saw that Chun'er was in good condition and wanted to recruit her to sing in a model opera."

Saying that, the youngest Ji Qiu, who was once Pandi, asked curiously: "Brother, what is the model show?"

Hearing this question, everyone laughed good-naturedly.

Xiang Hongying's eyes were gentle and she joked, "We are old and have seen open-air movies based on model operas before, but Pandi is young and has never seen it once."

Su Qingfeng thought about the model dramas of these years, recalled what his grandma said in his previous life, and combined it with his memory to give an answer.

"There are many types of model operas, including Peking opera made into movies, dance dramas and symphony dramas."

After saying that, Su Qingfeng silently patched things up, "I only listened to what the leaders said when I was cooking."

Feng Sufen was happy.

Now that she has experienced what happened to her parents' family, her whole person has changed a lot.

If she had encountered something like this in the past, she would have gone to a neighbor's house to brag about it, wishing she could tell everyone in the village that Yingchun was going to the county theater troupe.

Even if the matter hasn't been completely settled yet.

Then, she would show off to her sisters-in-law, especially Bai Jing.

She had to tell Bai Jing that she had a son who worked in the town, and now Feng Sufen also had one.

Unfortunately, that was before.

After Feng Sufen encountered this catastrophe, she finally understood which ones sincerely wished her well and which ones were smiling.

She even felt a little guilty about this family, feeling that if it hadn't been like this before, her parents wouldn't have made plans to separate the family after the New Year.

It's too late to change now.

Feng Sufen suppressed the regret in her heart, then looked at Su Qingfeng and asked cautiously:
"Then Qingfeng...do you know that leader comrade? Do you think this is reliable?"

Under Feng Sufen's expectant gaze, Su Qingfeng finally shook her head.

But he thought about it for a while and said, "Second aunt, you said that I met two leaders and what one of them looked like. Do you still remember?"

Su Yingchun shook his head, "It was all in the dark, I didn't see it clearly. But I heard others calling him Director Zhao."

As soon as he heard this name, Su Qingfeng knew that this leader was Zhao Kang from the machinery factory.

This matter is almost certain.

Su Qingfeng just nodded and did not give [-]% accuracy. He was afraid that something unexpected would happen and disappoint them, so he just said:
"During the Chinese New Year, I'm going to ask Factory Director Zhao to see if this is the case. With him here, it should be pretty good."

Although she didn't say it was 100% correct, Feng Sufen still had uncontrollable happiness on her face.

On the occasion of life and death.

She figured it out.

What's wrong with men and women?

Just look at her mother's family, her mother Miao Aihuang has such a precious egg like her brother, what's the use of it besides eating and drinking all day long?

To expect Miao Aihua's precious son to provide for her in her old age is simply more unreliable than iron tree blooming.

Thinking about it this way, it would be better for them to be filial than their sisters.

Even though Chun'er is a little cold-hearted now, Feng Sufen knows that she is in the wrong. She believes that over time, she can always warm her daughter's heart again.

As for Su Erqiang.

Regarding this man, from the day when he left her alone at Feng's house, Feng Sufen never thought about what she expected from this man.

So be it!

How can you get away?
A family conversation breaks up.

Su Qingfeng also returned to his room. He looked at the calendar hanging on the wall, counting the time for the New Year, and suddenly felt in a trance.

As if unconsciously...

The new year is coming quietly.

The days passed by in a hurry, and Su Qingfeng felt that she was like a child on winter vacation. While reveling in the days of not having to go to work, she was also uneasy. Every night she counted on her fingers to see how many days were left. Go back to work.

After doing some calculations, he got two pieces of news.

One good news, one bad news.

The good news is that his vacation can last until the end of the year, and there is still a long time for him to hunt in the mountains and dig fish in the ice.

The bad news is that soon after the new year, on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, he will have to go back to work again.

Come on, even if we go back to the 70s, we can't escape this evil seventh day of the lunar month. At least we can live through the fifteenth year.

However, just when he thought that such happy days had not passed long, something terrible happened to Su Qingfeng.

"Qingfeng, let's go and watch the pigs being slaughtered!"

Outside the window, the voice of Su Qingfeng's number one friend, Li Jing, came.

Kill the pig!

Kill the pig and divide the meat into different years!

Listening to the sound of gongs and drums outside, as well as the sounds of children playing and laughing, Su Qingfeng discovered——

The day is already the 26th of the twelfth lunar month!
The 27th day of the twelfth lunar month is the day to slaughter New Year chickens and stock up on New Year goods.

Su Qingfeng could easily calculate with one finger how many days there were before eating dumplings during the Chinese New Year.

It’s over.

Now, there are only a few days left for vacation.

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(End of this chapter)