The happiness of crossing every day

Chapter 17 The Malted Milk Controversy

Noticing that Chen Yuanyuan outside had been outside for several minutes, she still hadn't come in. Wang Angang, who was eating noodles with a bowl, suddenly put down his chopsticks.

Then with a bang, he stood up from the small dining table.

Under the astonishment of everyone, he opened the closed door and said to Chen Yuanyuan who was still standing in the corridor: "Chen Yuanyuan, what are you still doing here? Hurry up and eat!"

When Chen Yuanyuan heard this, although she accepted his kindness, she still waved to him seriously and said, "Uncle Gang, no need! I had already eaten it with my friend in the hospital just now. What I also ate was potato stew Where's the meat! I'm full, so I don't need to eat any more."

When Wang An heard this, his face became extremely stinky and he said, "Come in!"

Looking at Wang Angang's extremely serious and condensed face when he said this, and those eyes that said "don't you dare to come in", Chen Yuanyuan weighed it up and thought, it's better to bow your head for the time being under the eaves .

Then, under Qian Sanni's suspicious eyes, she walked into the room slowly.

It's already evening now.

And the entire Tongzilou is facing east from west, so the fifth floor looks particularly dark at the moment.

Although the yellow incandescent lamp has been turned on in the room, it is probably because the wattage of the bulb is extremely low, maybe only 5w, maybe only 10w tungsten lamp, when Chen Yuanyuan looks at the people at the dining table, she can't see clearly .

At this moment, she only noticed that there were nearly twenty people sitting close to each other on the side of the half-meter-wide and 1.6-meter-long dining table.

One side is full of adults in their prime, and the other side is full of semi-adults.

Now when they saw that Wang Angang went out to call for someone without even eating, and saw a girl named "Yuanyuan" brought in by him, they were surprised and wanted to say something.

Before those present could open their mouths to express their opinions, Wang Angang suddenly walked to a large locked wardrobe, and took out a can of malted milk from there.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, Wang Angang poured Chen Yuanyuan a large porcelain cup of malted milk with a calm face.

Then, it was handed over to Chen Yuanyuan.

"Take it! Drink it yourself!"

Chen Yuanyuan would be stunned by this series of inexplicable actions of this man, Wang Angang.

She knows a little bit about malted milk.

This is the good stuff that was popular throughout the 70s.

Ordinary visits to relatives and friends, it is very respectable to bring a small jar of this.

It's only 64 years now, and it's only been a few years since this thing appeared!
Ordinary people can't get this good thing.

...Maybe, this thing is Wang Angang's welfare as a soldier or something...

It is because this thing is so precious that it has become the most important treasure of Wang Dawei's wife, who is also the actual helmsman of this family - Ding Dani.

At this moment, he actually made his own claim and gave this food to an outsider like her. When Ding Dani knew about it, he had to tear her up at that time!
So, Wang Angang... is he trying to mess with me?

At this moment, Chen Yuanyuan had some uncertain thoughts in her heart.

The reason why she thinks this way is based on facts.

After all, in the past two years of sojourning in his family, she has never received good looks from this family.

One meal a day, don't want more.

Of course, in this big family of nearly thirty people, they only eat one more meal a day than her.

She has one meal a day.

They have two meals a day.

Because she doesn't have to do heavy physical work.Therefore, for each meal, the people in this family allocated very little to her.

The original owner was growing her body, and one meal a day could not satisfy her growing needs at all.

Therefore, she should have starved to death at the gate of the Hongyang Iron and Steel Plant...

Chen Yuanyuan then thought to herself, how lucky the original owner was not scolded or beaten, and only suffered a little bit of cold violence every day!
……

At this moment, Wang Angang saw Chen Yuanyuan standing there alone, holding a cup of hot water made with malted milk in his hand, and he immediately couldn't help urging her.

"What are you still doing? Drink quickly."

Wang Angang said this several times, and Chen Yuanyuan dared not lose face.

She felt that she had never drank this malted milk essence before, and it was not too important to try it once.

When she put the malted milk essence to her mouth, she was still thinking, no matter how delicious this thing tastes, it should not be as good as the taste of foreign pure milk...

Because she was curious, Chen Yuanyuan took a sip calmly under the eyes of everyone.

After the malted milk essence entered her throat, Chen Yuanyuan still tasted it lightly in her mouth.

Mmm..., the taste is very good.It is indeed very fragrant.

However, there should be a lot of flavor and monosodium glutamate in it, right?
However, this fragrance and sweetness, she doesn't feel much like it...

Chen Yuanyuan muttered for a while, then took a few more sips.

When she was about to take her fourth sip, Wang Ansheng, who was sitting next to Wang Angang, suddenly raised his head and moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

However, Qian Sanni who just walked in the door immediately tugged him severely, and he seemed to have thought of something, so he didn't say anything.

At this time, next to the small dining table, there are two wooden canopy beds with two levels.

Each bed is about half a meter wide and 1.8 meters long.

It can be seen that such a bed is for the head of the family to sleep.

Qian Sanni and Wang Angang's third elder brother, Wang Ansheng, have two sons and two daughters, just enough to make up two good names.

There are two daughters in their family, the older one is called Xiangmei, and the younger one is called Lamei.

The older one is a little more sensible.

The younger one is only 11 years old, so he is a little ignorant.

Seeing that her own uncle treated an outsider better than she treated her, Wang Lamei couldn't suppress the jealousy in her heart immediately.

Especially when she noticed that Chen Yuanyuan in front of her was obviously not much older than her, but the things she was wearing all over her body suddenly became much neater than her.

She thought about it, and felt that Chen Yuanyuan had no one else except her little uncle who could buy it for her.

Therefore, while she was jealous of Chen Yuanyuan, it was inevitable that she would have a genuine dislike for Chen Yuanyuan in her heart.

But since her little uncle looked very serious and fierce, she didn't dare to grab Chen Yuanyuan directly in front of him now.

So, she suddenly made a bang, put down the bowl in her hand, and snorted coldly.

As if angry at Wang Angang, he shouted: "I won't eat!"

"Huh! They are all working class, so how can they eat so well? Just now, they said they had some potato stew, and now they drink our malted milk. This life is really better than before. Every landlord must be strong..."

Wang Lamei is still in the third grade of primary school at the moment.

She recently listened to the lectures of the teachers, and the most talked about was the proletariat of workers, peasants and soldiers, which completely overthrew the history of the landlord class in the old society.

Therefore, what she said now can be regarded as a practical application.

When Wang An heard his niece say something, he didn't know the seriousness of what he said. He immediately gave her a hard look and said, "What era is this, and you're still talking about the landlord class? This potato stew and wheat milk Essence is produced by our socialist workers themselves, and it is also for our workers to eat. When did it go to the landlord class? Didn’t you eat malted milk in the past?”

(End of this chapter)