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

Chapter 87 The Song of the Night

After eating a large bowl of fish at noon, it is naturally impossible to serve more fish and meat in the evening.

These days, there isn’t much oil or water in the dishes.

When washing dishes, wipe them with loofah pulp and they will basically be clean.

Feng Sufen was also working tonight.

But how is she the kind of person who is willing to work?
He supported his waist with one hand, covered his stomach, dropped a bunch of dishes and chopsticks, slipped back to the room, lay down on the kang, and fell asleep.

This was not the first time Su Zhaodi encountered this situation.

She didn't say anything. She stood up silently and took the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen. Not long after, the sound of water could be heard.

The old lady didn't say anything, but she kept such small things in mind.

Today, Feng Sufen had no work to do due to her big belly. She would have to do all the work when she is out of confinement.

How can a mother be a hands-off shopkeeper, but her daughter is like an old scalper, working day and night.

That doesn't make sense!

Su Qingfeng took two sweet potatoes, made a cup of malted milk, and walked into the kitchen.

While the malted milk was being soaked, Feng Sufen smelled it and wanted to come over and take a bite.

When she saw that it was Su Qingfeng who was soaking the malted cream, she turned around angrily.

Looking at the way she left, she seemed afraid of being stopped by Su Qingfeng.

When they waited for the stove, Su Qingfeng saw a pot of water warming on the stove and buried two sweet potatoes in the stove.

After doing this, he handed the malted milk to Su Zhaodi, "Sister, take a sip of the malted milk first, and I'll wash the remaining dishes. I see that you are busy all day long, both inside and outside. At night You haven’t eaten much, and even an iron man can’t bear it like this.”

Su Zhaodi was a little flustered, "It's so good, what are you soaking in malted milk? I don't like eating these, so you are injured and drink it. The malted milk is too sweet, and I can't stand the taste."

shit.

This is pure bullshit.

Who doesn't like sweets these days?

Su Qingfeng usually smiled and seemed to have no temper.

But now, he was as stubborn as a cow. He forced the malted milk into Su Zhaodi's hand, then rolled up his sleeves and quickly washed the dishes with a loofah.

At first, his movements were a little jerky, but soon he found the feeling in his memory and washed the dishes faster.

Su Zhaodi was a little anxious, "Qingfeng, leave it alone! Sister, come here! How can a grown man wash dishes? If you don't do it, you will be laughed to death."

Su Qingfeng, however, didn't care, "What's the point of washing dishes? In the National People's Congress Factory, the position of dishwasher in the cafeteria is still being taken over. Why, you can wash dishes in the cafeteria, but you can't wash dishes at home? A big man , just washing the dishes will turn it into waste?"

"If you ask me, if you do nothing and are supported by your family, then you are called a waste."

Seeing him washing the dishes in a decent manner and talking in a certain way, for some reason, Su Zhaodi suddenly became less worried, and her mood also improved, and she burst out laughing.

She held the precious enamel cup at home and took a sip of the soaked malted milk. It had a rich milky aroma and was sweet, as if it could sweeten people's hearts.

Speaking of which, although there was malted milk at home before, Zhaodi always watched it from a distance.

Today is the first time I drank malted milk.

She sipped one bite after another, cherishing and enjoying it, and even the hunger in her belly disappeared a lot.

Su Qingfeng was not in a hurry and started cleaning slowly.

He is a person who has no time for leisure and loves to be clean. He happened to have a chance today, so he took the opportunity to do some cleaning.Halfway through cleaning, he saw that time was almost up, so he pulled out two sweet potatoes from the stove. When he touched them with his hands, they were so hot that he grinned.

Su Zhaodi looked at it and laughed again.

"I'll do it. My hands are calloused and I'm not afraid of getting burned."

When she said this, Su Zhaodi looked calm, as if she was telling an extremely ordinary thing.

When he saw her swallowing the sweet potato with its skin, Su Qingfeng sat on the small bench and suddenly laughed:

"Third sister, do you remember the last time we sat here and ate sweet potatoes?"

Su Zhaodi recalled that scene in an instant.

At that time, it was common for the second and third sisters to go hungry.

Unlike now, when I'm hungry I have sweet potatoes, and during the day I even have pickled fish.

She immediately laughed, "I remember. How could I not remember? Now that I think about it, it didn't take long, but so many things happened."

Su Qingfeng flicked the sparks and suddenly asked, "At that time, Laidi was eating sweet potatoes and said that she would make a lot of money in the future. Zhaodi said that she should study hard. So... what about you, third sister?"

"Me?" Su Zhaodi was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that she was also involved.

She subconsciously took a bite of the sweet potato, chewed it for a moment, and hesitated, "I'm so old, what else can I do? I just want to find an honest man, marry him, and live a down-to-earth life."

She looked at Su Qingfeng, with a sallow face and a rustic braid on her back, but her eyes were very gentle: "Fourth brother, I have nothing to pursue in this life. Being able to live a stable life is actually a blessing. .”

"I know, you always feel in your heart that my mother is not good to me, that she is always... cheating and cheating. But look at other villages, how many people starved to death during the famine years? The original Sister Dani, she met you when she was a child, but later... she was also sent away."

Su Qingfeng knew in her heart that she said she was sending her away, but in fact she was just being someone's wife. As for who her husband was... he would not be a good person.

Like widowers, second-rate men, and local gangsters, I'm afraid they are all good.

I'm afraid of meeting someone who likes to drink and beat his wife.

There are only zero and countless times of this kind of thing.

Once you are sold to such a family, you will probably be stuck in a quagmire for the rest of your life.

Su Zhaodi is not stupid, on the contrary, she is very talented.

She knows everything, she just hides it.

Seeing that the two sweet potatoes were almost finished, Su Zhaodi sat on the pony and suddenly sang softly:
"Third watch in the middle of the night~Looking forward to the morning~"

"It's the twelfth lunar month of winter~Looking forward to the spring breeze~"

"If you're looking forward to it~ the Red Army is coming~"

"It's blooming all over the mountain~ Azalea~"

She had heard this song on the radio at home before. Although she only listened to it once or twice, Su Zhaodi still kept the lyrics firmly in her heart.

When she sang this song, she felt as if her chest was cleansed by fresh air, and her whole body fell into a state of concentration.

Her usually thin voice seems to burst out with amazing vitality when she sings the lyrics with clear enunciation.

Su Qingfeng sat aside. Under this clear, loud and tenacious voice, he seemed to really feel the sense of hope in the lyrics, about seeing the future through the clouds and witnessing the endless dawn illuminating the earth.

As he listened, his fingers unconsciously clasped lightly on his knees, seeming to be deep in thought.

　I feel like this chapter might not pass the review... Well, just wait and see, here comes the second update, see you tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)