The Peasant Wife Has a Space

Because there is a special meat ticket, the chefs in the restaurant know that with this ticket, they will definitely be able to buy pork, and they have priority when buying meat, and they can also buy fat. No matter how good pig's trotters are, it's not better than fatty meat. It's a good deal. Otherwise, as the waiter said, there is no meat for sale in the state-run restaurant!

After hearing the waiter's explanation, Zhao Xiulan realized that there are so many ways in the middle.

In this era, tickets are required to buy things, and tickets are divided into different types.

Seeing that Zhao Xiulan didn't know anything, the waiter secretly thought that she was indeed a country bumpkin, and she didn't know where the money and tickets came from, so she went to eat in a state-run restaurant.

After Zhao Xiulan knew the gap between the tickets, she did not continue the theory with the waiter. Instead, he looked at Lu Guoqing and Jiang Cheng with envy.

Jiang Cheng coughed a little embarrassedly, always feeling as if he stole Zhao Xiulan's things.

Although the ladies should be given priority, there is only such a pair of pig trotters left in this state-run restaurant, and Jiang Cheng is reluctant to let it go.

After all, he still wants to invite Lu Qingguo to dinner. If he eats alone, he may let Zhao Xiulan!

Zhao Xiulan didn't bother so much anymore. It didn't take long before the waiter brought the noodles she ordered and a plate of fried shredded radish.

The noodles are made with black noodles, which are not as good-looking as white noodles. However, in this era, white noodles are so precious that most people can't eat them at all, and they may not be able to eat them several times a year. On the black market, white flour and rice are both refined grains, a rare good thing, and it is normal for state-run restaurants to have no white flour supply.

However, in the current situation of food shortage, even if black noodles are not as good as white noodles, they have been classified as refined grains.

Zhao Xiulan doesn't dislike it either. After all, compared to the food at home, the black noodles are pretty good!

There is a little clear soup in the noodles, with a little chopped green onion floating on top, and two small cabbage are added, and there are bursts of fragrance.

The fried shredded radish is crisp and delicious, it is estimated that it has been marinated, and the taste is not bad. Just a little less oily water, a little lighter.

Zhao Xiulan can understand that now oil is more expensive than gold, and state-run restaurants are reluctant to put too much oil in cooking.

Probably hungry, Zhao Xiulan took the bowl and started eating.

And Jiang Cheng and Lu Qingguo's table also began to be served.

A pair of braised pig's trotters had an alluring aroma, Zhao Xiulan glanced at the table in Jiangcheng with incomparable envy.

It's a pity that the things in her space can't be taken out at will, otherwise she would like to burn a bowl of braised pork to relieve her cravings when she goes back.

Jiang Cheng and Lu Qingguo were also really hungry. After the food came, they hurried to eat.

Although Lu Qingguo is an urban worker, he can get a little meat ticket every month. But the meat ticket at home has long been used up.

Every time I come back from buying such a small amount of meat, there are several children in the family, and there is not much to eat if a few mouths are shared.

Faced with such a pair of fragrant pig trotters, I had long since swallowed saliva in my stomach.

Lu Qingguo was embarrassed to use his chopsticks to eat first, but Jiang Cheng was direct, just a pair of pig's trotters, and Lu Qingguo shared one by himself.

Jiang Cheng wanted to give Lu Qingguo all to eat. He knew that several mouths in Lu Qing's country depended on him alone, and his life was not well-off.

As for pork trotters, he usually eats a lot, but it is not so rare these days.

But Jiang Cheng also knew that if he gave Lu Qingguo all to eat, Lu Qingguo would definitely be embarrassed to accept it.

(I still haven't signed a contract, there is no way to do more, I am also more irritable, hey)