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"Have you finished this cold dish today?"

"Don't worry about that, there are still two meals later, and you have to finish eating anyway."

"Oh yes..."

Ye Chen suddenly thought of something and looked at Wan Qing: "I said, why don't we order food every night and have porridge the next morning?"

"Do you want to eat cold dishes every day?"

"At least it's more convenient than getting up to burn in the morning, right?"

"It may not be convenient to go anywhere if you do it every night." Wan Qing suddenly frowned slightly, thinking of something, "Well, but, you can make some pork skin jelly."

"Pig rind jelly! Is that the one my mother always makes?"

"Yeah, soya bean pork skin jelly, the pork skin can be bought at a butcher shop, it's very cheap."

"What is that?" Zhao Jinyu seemed to have never eaten this kind of food.

"It is to cook soup with pig skin and soybeans, boil a large bowl full, let it cool naturally outside, and it will become a jelly-like shape. When eating, use a spoon to dig a piece and put it directly in your mouth. Add it to porridge or rice, otherwise it will melt quickly."

"Sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

"Then let's go buy some soybeans and pig skin today!" Ye Chen couldn't wait, "Make more, eat it for half a month!"

"Even if it's winter, it can't be kept for that long...you think it's winter in the north." Wan Qing rolled her eyes, "It's about a week after making it."

"Then do it once a week?"

"Let's talk about it if you don't get tired of eating in the first week." She lowered her head and took another big mouthful of porridge.

In the morning after breakfast, even the cold wind that blows feels just right, rather than cold.

Ye Chen combed her hair in the mirror, and helped Wan Qing comb her ponytail, and the three of them went out.

The scarves around the necks of the two belonged to Zhao Jinyu, but now it seems that they were given to them—anyway, they were using them during this period of time.

Things like scarves may feel good if you don’t use them, but after a long time, you can’t let them go.

Especially when there is cold wind blowing when you go out, the scarf can prevent the naughty wind from getting into your clothes from the neckline.

The three of them stood downstairs in the apartment building, exhaling clouds of white air from their mouths, the rain was still falling, and the sanitation workers wearing rain ponchos and sweeping the floor were sitting on the flower beds watching the pedestrians coming and going.

"Where to buy it? A hypermarket?" Zhao Jinyu propped up her oversized black umbrella—it was so big that three people could be covered in it, and it seemed a bit plentiful.

"Don't go to the supermarket, go directly to the vegetable market to buy. There is too little meat in the supermarket, and it is not cheap enough."

In this day and age, the meat from the vegetable market is cheaper than that from the hypermarket. When the hypermarket has a stable supply chain and purchases goods on a large scale to reduce costs, plus the wholesale of frozen meat for sale, the price will be much cheaper than that of the vegetable market. .

But it was several years later.

At least it's the 21st century.

And now—it's still the twentieth century.

As a person who has spanned two centuries, every time I think about this, I feel a little delicate.

"The vegetable market seems a little far away?"

"Well, walk there—Ye Chen, be careful not to step on the puddle."

"I'm not a fool..."

"Whoa-"

A passing car quickly stirred up water on the ground, and Ye Chen jumped back two steps in fright: "I won't step on the puddle, I'm afraid of this kind of car..."

"Then step aside."

"Ah."

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37. Fog filled

Man is a very strange animal.

If you know that you don’t have to go out today, you will wake up early on the contrary—even if you listen to the radio in bed with your eyes open and look at the sky outside, that is still considered waking up.

And if you know that you are going to go to class today, your eyelids will fight with your willpower, desperately refusing to open them, going back and forth between dreams and reality, constantly struggling.

"Hmm..." Wan Qing gritted her teeth and got up cursing. Of course, what she said was not good, but it seemed that this was the only way to give her some strength.

At this moment, how much she hopes that she has a lot of money and can lie in the "Dabieye" of several thousand square meters every day, enjoying life without getting up.

Even if you are not so rich, then even if you can live a well-off life with enough money to eat and wear without going out.

——In short, I just don’t want to get up.

But she got up anyway.

As if fighting a war, he quickly put the sweater on his body, even if it "cracked" and gave off a burst of static electricity, he didn't care.

Father just lay down not long ago, and now he is looking at the black and white TV with his head tilted.

Although there is only a picture like a wreath on the screen, there is also melodious music coming from it.

Some also play opera, so that people can have a little entertainment to pass the time even when the TV station is not broadcasting the program.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa than no!

"Go early to avoid accidents, and the key to the classroom was given to me recently, so I have to go there early to open the door." Wan Qing put on her sandals and ran into the bathroom quickly without thinking about getting dressed, and moved the door There was a 'crash', followed by a soothing sigh and the sound of water.

The first thing to do when you get up is to go to the toilet. This is a habit that has been developed since the time of men, and it has not changed even now.

"Oh, it's very foggy today, the road is full of teaching riders (ride slowly), be careful (be careful)." Although his father is not a native of City H, his life here for many years has already made H The local dialect of the city has become another dialect of his hometown. Sometimes when he speaks Mandarin, he will accidentally pop out a bit of the dialect of H city.

"Well, Dad, how is your business today?" Wan Qing opened the sliding door by the way while washing to let the air circulate.

"It's okay. Seven or eight people came one after another around three o'clock or four o'clock. It should be for breakfast—otherwise I would have closed the stall and gone home."

After I get used to brushing my teeth for 3 minutes, I feel like I haven't brushed it clean if I don't brush for a while.

But every time you look at your clean and tidy teeth after brushing, you will feel much better.

Wan Qing applied facial cleanser to herself in the mirror, leaving only a pair of bright green eyes on her small face.

"Ha...huh..." Ye Chen walked over yawning, his eyes seemed to be stuck with glue, he couldn't open them no matter what, his hair was messy, with branches everywhere, and the top was even clumsy. It became like a chicken coop.

Neither of them slept very well, and it wasn't bad that they didn't wake up in the morning with one's head on the other's ass.

She scratched her long hair vigorously and felt her scalp itchy - probably because she didn't wash her hair yesterday.

"You can wash it later, boil the water first, then plug in the rice cooker, and heat up yesterday's cold rice."

"Don't you want to drink porridge?"

"Drink, I've already poured water in it, you can just open it, it will be ready soon, much faster than cooking porridge with rice."

"Oh——" Ye Chen yawned several times in a row, and walked into the kitchen staggeringly.

Father also yawned continuously, his eyes closed slowly, but he didn't turn off the TV, as if he had to listen to the voice inside to fall asleep.

It will be more than ten years later, and I am afraid that he is also a loyal listener of Wang Yiyun's music.

"Dong dong." The knock on the door was very soft, as if it came from the end of the corridor.

Wan Qing, who had just washed her head, walked quickly to the door and opened it, regardless of the comb still stuck on her head.

"Morning." Although Zhao Jinyu had already washed up, he didn't seem to be tidy as usual, and sleepiness was written all over his pretty little face.

"It's very early today."

"Hmm! I don't want you guys to wait for me anymore." She rubbed her eyes while muttering, "By the way, let's eat pork skin jelly."

The pork skin jelly was prepared yesterday, but it is not edible when it is ready. It is okay to eat it if you really want to, but in fact it is no different from drinking soup, and it is not as delicious as ordinary soybean rib soup.

"Come in, the porridge will be ready soon."

"Hmm..." She put her schoolbag on the ground, rubbed her little face vigorously, and walked in slowly wearing those fluffy rabbit slippers.

The meat jelly is served in a large yellow enamel bowl.

——The kind of enamel bowl that is so big that it can be used as a small washbasin.

There is a somewhat mottled cover on it, with a stamp printed in red letters, with the words "Labor is the most glorious" written on it.

On the side of the enamel bowl, its origin is also written - it was given to hard-working workers as a reward.

This bowl has also been around for a while, and it seems to have been there for as long as I can remember.

It can be used as a soup bowl, it can also be used to hold leftovers, and it can be placed directly on the stove for heating...

Now that the lid is opened, the pigskin jelly inside has solidified. When it is shaken slightly, it bounces twice like a jelly. It looks very cute.

The practice of pork skin jelly is very time-consuming, because it has to be boiled until the pig skin is soft and rotten until it almost melts.

Of course, there is also a way to be lazy, that is to chop the pork skin first, and then throw it into the pot to cook, but that needs to be done with a meat grinder or juicer. If you want to chop it with a knife... then it is still cooked directly It is convenient and hassle-free.

The steaming white porridge was served, and the three of them were divided into three spoons, and Zhao Jinyu was the one who couldn't wait the most, but she still waited for everyone else to come to scoop up a spoonful, and then dug a piece.

The pigskin is soft and rotten, but it has not completely melted, and the remaining bit is the most robust.

Soybeans are crushed as soon as you press them with your tongue, and the condensed soup, which is the most important part of the pork skin jelly, tastes equally good.

It's perfect as a morning snack.

Of course, white rice may be more suitable than white porridge.

In addition to the jelly of pork skin, of course there are also some pickles and mustards bought from the supermarket. The breakfast is so simple.

The advantage of eating breakfast at home is that when you go out, you will feel warm all over, and you will not be as cold as your bones are frozen when the wind blows.

Fog hung in the street outside the apartment.

It wasn't the light mist of ordinary mornings, but the thick fog that couldn't be melted away.

Not to mention the distance, even the street lights a few meters away are hazy and vague.

But Zhao Jinyu became excited: "It's like the world in a dream!"

"Don't be too happy...be careful when riding your bike today."

"Well! It's quite early today, so let's ride slowly?"

"Take your time, safety is the most important thing." Ye Chen glanced back at Wan Qing, and motioned for her to get in the car.

When she sat down, the bicycle began to move forward slowly.

The whole world was wrapped in thick fog, and the three walked through the thick fog.

The blurry lights around it reflected this blurry world, making everything a bit unreal.

"It feels like traveling through a space-time tunnel. When we come out, will we arrive in the future?" Zhao Jinyu smiled excitedly.

Of course she knew that was impossible, but this did not prevent her from having expectations for these.

A child's dream is the most precious thing a person has.

A "adult" with a mind full of reality is a walking dead without a soul.

That's why Wan Qing is also somewhat envious of Zhao Jinyu, and what's even more enviable is that even after many years, she can still keep such a dream.

Although money is not everything, but money... can really protect those precious things.

The car was riding very slowly, much slower than usual.

Or in a world filled with fog, people lose the concept of time.

The sky has been dim, as if it will be so, and it will never light up again.

The lights of the city were gradually left behind, and the three of them entered the even darker suburban concrete road together. The bicycle lights could not illuminate too far away, but they could illuminate the dust particles in the fog very clearly.

Wan Qing lay sleepily on Ye Chen's body, wrapping her arms around her waist: "Ride slower..."

"Well, are you sleepy?"

"It's okay..." Yi said, and yawned again, this time directly pressing her cheek against her back.