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

Hearing his grandson's words, Mr. Yan laughed heartily, hugged his grandson, and hurried out.

After the figures of the old man and the young man completely disappeared from sight, Chu He stopped chasing, somewhat out of breath.

She was angry and a little funny, and finally looked at the direction they were leaving and could only helplessly shake her head.

And at this moment.

Su Qingfeng has arrived at the supply and marketing cooperative in the town.

Because the Chinese New Year is approaching, the supply and marketing cooperative in the town is overcrowded.

Not to mention malted milk, toffee, defective cloth and the like that are usually hard to buy, even an ordinary piece of gray cloth is hard to see now.

Su Qingfeng did not believe in evil, so she squeezed into the crowd, walked around in a big circle, and looked inside and out. When she came out, her hands were empty.

If you insist on saying that there is something extra on his body, it is probably just an extra amount of sweat on his forehead.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Xu Zhongshan coughed dryly, "How about... let's walk around again?"

Su Qingfeng glanced at him and instantly realized what Xu Zhongshan was saying.

Things like what Su Qingfeng wanted to buy would definitely not be available at the supply and marketing cooperative in a short period of time.

The most disturbing thing is that he is in Jiaodong now. In this town, except Xu Zhongshan, who is traveling with him, he doesn't know anyone else.

Even if you want to find someone to trust you, it won't work.

After thinking about it, I could only find a way to the black market.

Su Qingfeng nodded, and after bidding farewell to Xu Zhongshan, he put his pants in his pockets and began to wander aimlessly on the street.

He was carrying a basket behind his back, and most of his face was hidden in his collar. He looked low-key and ordinary. Plus, he wore a dog-skin felt hat on his head. At first glance, he looked like a passerby on the street.

The only thing that was a little different was... the route Su Qingfeng chose always turned left and right. After a while, he got into a remote alley. After discovering that there was no black market in it, he used another entrance. Walked out calmly.

Su Qingfeng's expression was calm, as if he was really wandering around. For a moment, no one would be suspicious.

After walking aimlessly for more than an hour, Su Qingfeng suddenly saw a familiar place - a state-owned hotel.

He estimated that it was not that easy to find on the black market, it was all about luck.

If you are unlucky, you may not be able to get in even if it gets dark.

Instead of being starved to death by then, it's better to eat a few big steamed buns now to fill up your stomach.

Seeing Su Qingfeng's footsteps stumbling, he immediately found a reason for himself and walked towards the state-owned hotel.

As soon as she entered the state-owned hotel, Su Qingfeng shivered, as if she was spitting out all the cold air she had accumulated while walking outside.

As soon as he entered, Su Qingfeng looked at the fonts on the small blackboard.

Oops.

Yipin tofu, sweet and sour carp, Mushu pork...

These are all real Shandong cuisine.

Just looking at the name on it and smelling the aroma wafting from the kitchen, Su Qingfeng felt eager to give it a try.

While he was still studying the names of the dishes on the small blackboard, Su Qingfeng suddenly heard a childish voice with a milky sound:

"Brother Qingfeng!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Qingfeng felt as if a huge weight had fallen on his legs. If he hadn't had quick eyesight and quick hands, he immediately pulled on the waistband of his pants, and most of his butt would have accidentally leaked out.

Where did the naughty kid come from!

Su Qingfeng looked down menacingly.

no one.

He looked down again.

Well, this little carrot head looks younger than he thought, but he is full of weight.

Just by taking a closer look, Su Qingfeng realized that something was wrong.

This little fat guy's face...why is it so familiar?

The little fat man's face was quite excited. When he saw Su Qingfeng, although his words were a little vague, he still expressed what he meant.

"Brother Qingfeng! Are you here to eat big meat buns too? The big meat buns here...are so delicious!"

Su Qingfeng didn't think anything of it at first, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't hold himself any longer.

I couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Even the many gay men queuing up next to him couldn't help but smile a little when they saw such a clever little fat man.

Although Su Qingfeng had not yet remembered which family this child belonged to, he still couldn't help but stretched out a hand, touched his head with a smile, and said teasingly, "Do you know what is delicious? ?”

The little fat man stood tall with his chest raised, raised his chin, and spoke with a bit of pride, "I know. When my father talks to my mother, he will say things like this!"

As soon as he said this, several gay men at the table in the state-owned hotel burst out laughing.

Su Qingfeng glanced at them. Sitting at the table over there were mostly tall men who were rare in this era. Their laughter sounded like it could break through the roof.

Over there, Mr. Yan, who was still sucking noodles and eating Mushu meat, heard laughter and realized something was wrong.

what's going on?

How does he feel, hearing the voice of his precious grandson?

He was holding fried noodles in one hand, holding chopsticks in the other and sucking them into his mouth. Following the sound, he pushed aside the crowd and came to the front of the crowd.

It just so happened that Yan Mingming's words, "This is how my father spoke to my mother," immediately reached his ears.

Mr. Yan only felt that the fried noodles in his hand suddenly lost their aroma.

Even though he usually loves this precious grandson, at this moment, he can't help but want to take off this kid's pants and give him a whip to stir-fry him!

This naughty kid just needs to be dealt with!

Dare to say anything to anyone!

Fortunately, his father and mother are not here today, otherwise it might not be as simple as stir-frying meat with a whip.

His attention was always on his precious grandson.

Su Qingfeng was pleasantly surprised when he looked at the very down-to-earth little old man who was still chewing noodles, "Mr. Yan?"

When Mr. Yan heard a familiar voice, he suddenly looked up and saw Su Qingfeng.

His frown, which was originally frowned, suddenly relaxed.

Some of the people nearby were watching the fun, while others recognized Mr. Yan's identity.

After all, although the town is more prosperous than the farm, when it comes down to it, it is only such a big place. A capable person like Mr. Yan will be remembered no matter where he goes.

But precisely because of this, those people will be a little confused.

Old Man Yan doesn't have a good temper, and I don't know if it's because of his age. He doesn't get angry with his family members, but he basically treats outsiders with a calm attitude.

It's rare to see him be so friendly and favorable to a young man. No, Mr. Yan has already enthusiastically pulled Su Qingfeng to their table for dinner.

Su Qingfeng quickly added a few more dishes.

He has no intention of freeloading.

Faced with Su Qingfeng's move, Mr. Yan didn't say anything, but his slightly narrowed eyes revealed the smile in his eyes.

The dishes Su Qingfeng ordered were all home-cooked side dishes.

I don’t know if it’s because of my age or my experience. The longer I wander outside and no matter how many so-called delicacies I eat, what I think about and miss are always the home-cooked dishes at home.

A big bowl of seaweed and shrimp skin soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes and a plate of cabbage and meat dumplings.

Although meat is hard to buy, dumplings stuffed with meat are even harder to buy.

Su Qingfeng glanced at the table and found that there was no shortage of meat dishes, so he decisively bought cabbage and meat dumplings.

Not to mention, the reaction of the little fat guy Yan Mingming is enough to show that he still likes eating dumplings.

I saw him putting the last remaining big meat bun on the table into Su Qingfeng's palm.

Seeing Su Qingfeng's puzzled look, Mr. Yan slowly picked up a handful of noodles with chopsticks and said with a smile, "Obviously I'm treating you to a big bun. This kid is a Pixiu in terms of eating. I saw him come in, He was nowhere to be seen. This is the first time he has given food to others besides his family members..."

Yan Mingming, the little fat boy, looked like he was well-raised by his family.

Su Qingfeng couldn't help but compare him with the sisters at home when he first traveled through time. At that time, Ji Qiu's little sisters were as thin as little black matchsticks.

Looking back at Yan Mingming in front of him, his arms were like white lotus joints, his belly was slightly protruding, and there were even a few less obvious fleshy dimples on his hands.

Just looking at Yan Mingming's physique, Su Qingfeng even felt that there was no difference between him and the children of later generations.

Being able to develop like this in this era shows that Mr. Yan's family is... extraordinary.

This child was well-raised. Even if he grabbed a bun and gnawed it, he would wipe his hands clean before handing something over, then pick up the bun and hand it to Su Qingfeng.

Su Qingfeng was not polite and took a bite.

Immediately, the oily soup in the buns seeped out from the fillings.

What surprised Su Qingfeng was that the bun in his hand was not just a simple meat bun.

To be precise, it should be called Sauce Pork Buns.

The fillings inside the sauced pork buns are salty and sweet.

When Su Qingfeng took a bite, she could feel that the filling in the bun was soft and sweet, with a hint of crispy texture from cabbage.

He chewed it for a long time, and had to admit that there was something really good about this steamed bun with soy sauce.

No wonder sometimes, masters are always hidden among the people.

If we really want those master chefs in the provincial capital to only make steamed buns with meat and cabbage sauce, they might not be as delicious as the steamed buns here.

After all... there are specialties in the arts.

When Yan Mingming saw Su Qingfeng's expression relaxed and looking like he was enjoying the food, he immediately pretended to be a brat and smiled so much that his millet teeth were neat and white:

"Are these meat buns delicious? I just don't know what dumplings taste like..."

Mr. Yan didn't even look at his good grandson.

He wanted to explain something, but at this time, Su Qingfeng had already laughed out loud, rubbed the kid's head hard, and said loudly, "Eat, eat with an open stomach! See if you can make me poor today."

Mr. Yan hesitated to speak.

In fact, according to Su Qingfeng's age, his grandson should be called Uncle Su Qingfeng.

Now that he is called brother, Su Qingfeng has become a generation shorter and has become his grandson.

Yan Mingming tilted his head. He was young and had not yet understood what he was saying. But he only knew one thing, that is - there are dumplings to eat!

When the number was called at the small window, Su Qingfeng brought all the dishes over, and also packed some of them and kept them back to share with his family and Director Xu.

Yan Mingming is a child, and he is happy to look after himself alone.

Su Qingfeng and the old man chatted slowly about recent events.

"Why did you come here? To be honest, our place only has more seafood, and the rest is really not as good as your backing. At least there are wild products. That is real meat."

Su Qingfeng pursed her lips and smiled, raising her eyebrows, "Then when I go back next time, I will send you some 2 smoked chicken and smoked rabbits? By the way, have you finished the canned braised pork I gave you on the train last time? ?If the food is good, I'll see if I can send you some."

The canned braised pork was originally developed by Su Qingfeng.

So until now, Su Qingfeng still received benefits from the town's food factory from time to time.

Although canned goods are good, they can't be eaten every day. It's better to give them away instead, which is more respectable and less merciful.

Mr. Yan... is not a simple person at first glance.

Hearing Su Qingfeng's words, Mr. Yan chuckled and said, "You forgot to send it to me before. We made an appointment to eat dumplings stuffed with mackerel stuffing on the train. I'm afraid you forgot all about it."

This tone...why doesn't it sound right?

Su Qingfeng glanced at him and couldn't help but say, "I haven't seen you have any correspondence with me..."

"Uh……"

Mr. Yan suddenly got stuck and didn't know what to say.

Oh too.

Speaking of which, he himself doesn’t make sense...

He laughed twice and said, "Okay, okay, now that we have cleared the air, let's not mention this matter. By the way, when you come to town, you can't just have a meal, right?"

whispering sound.

A blunt way of changing the topic.

Su Qingfeng pretended not to notice, and naturally followed the topic and changed the topic, "No. I came to town originally to buy some daily necessities. Who knew that the supply and marketing cooperative here, maybe because of the New Year holiday, actually... There is nothing, even if there is anything, it has been taken away..."

When it came to the end, Su Qingfeng couldn't be said to be depressed.

Sure enough, no matter what time it is, Auntie's fighting ability is always second to none.

After hearing Su Qingfeng's words, Mr. Yan raised his eyebrows and thought about something in his mind.

Su Qingfeng's visit this time is probably not for official business.

Otherwise, if we are just traveling for three or four days and staying in a guest house, where would we need to buy so many daily necessities?

But he knew it well, and like Su Qingfeng, he was pretending to be confused.

I saw him thinking for a moment and then said, "I know a place where I can buy what you mentioned, but it's a bit expensive... I don't know if you can accept the price there." (End of Chapter)