The Peasant Wife Has a Space

"Sister, why are you bullying people like this? If I tell the truth, you're going to beat me up again?"

"It's not because you don't have any ideological awareness, and you don't know how to take good care of a lesbian!"

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The siblings bickered all the way again, and it didn't take long for them to arrive at the state-run hotel.

After arriving at the restaurant, after finding a place to sit down, Jiang Ping put his things aside, and then asked, "Sister, little sister-in-law, what do you want to eat?"

Zhao Xiulan felt that it didn't matter, and said, "I can eat whatever I want, as long as I can fill my stomach, I don't choose."

Jiang Shufen also meant this, and said, "Just click on it, Xiulan is right, just eat a little more and fill your stomach.

There is nothing delicious in this state-run restaurant, it's not as good as the food in our family. "

Jiang Ping thinks it makes sense. No matter how good the food in the state-run restaurant is, it is not as good as the food of their Jiang family, and it is not as good as the food made by his sister-in-law.

Since eating the food cooked by Zhao Xiulan, Jiang Ping has not looked down on the food in the state-run restaurant at all.

Of course, in the school cafeteria, when I get tired of eating in the cafeteria, I think it's okay to go out and eat the dishes of the state-run restaurant.

"Waiter, give us shredded pork noodles for one person!" Jiang Ping ordered three bowls of shredded pork noodles.

Zhao Xiulan and Jiang Shufen didn't have much appetite, so a bowl of shredded pork noodles was enough, but Jiang Ping, a big man, had such a big appetite that he couldn't get enough of just a bowl of shredded pork noodles, so he ordered two more black noodle steamed buns.

Jiang Ping wanted to order two white-faced steamed buns, but the supply in the state-run restaurant was insufficient. Today's white-faced steamed buns have run out, and now only black-faced steamed buns are left.

As long as he can fill his stomach, Jiang Ping is not so picky, so he ordered two black noodle steamed buns to make do.

After a while, the waiter came over with three bowls of shredded pork noodles and two black noodle steamed buns.

In winter, it is very comfortable to eat a mouthful of steaming noodle soup.

The shredded pork noodles looked pretty good. Zhao Xiulan held the bowl and took a sip of the noodle soup. The taste was not bad.

I mainly drank the noodle soup, and my whole body warmed up a lot.

"It's still warm and comfortable to eat." Jiang Shufen moved a few chopsticks and began to eat noodles.

Jiang Ping was also hungry at this moment, so he devoured it, a bowl of noodles was swallowed in his stomach in a short time, and he was full after eating two black-faced steamed buns.

Zhao Xiulan's appetite is not as big as Jiang Ping's, and she can feel a little overwhelmed halfway through a bowl of noodles, mainly because the amount of noodles in this bowl of noodles is very large, indeed a lot.

Jiang Shufen is better than Zhao Xiulan, but there is still a little left.

"Sister, I can't eat it!" Zhao Xiulan said, pointing to the remaining noodles in the bowl.

"Don't eat if you can't finish it. You can't hold on, and you'll break your stomach, right?"

Zhao Xiulan felt a little pity, how precious food is these days, how many people can't even eat.

But she has so much to eat now, doesn't it mean wasting food?

In the eyes of many people in this era, wasting food is a very shameful act.

However, Zhao Xiulan had no choice. As Jiang Shufen said, if she couldn't eat it, she couldn't hold on, because she broke her stomach.

"Sister, can you give me the noodles that you can't eat?" At this time, a little girl in tattered and thin clothes came up and asked pitifully.

The little girl not only wears thin clothes, but she is also thin, and it is obvious that she has been malnourished for a long time.