Vol 2 Chapter 373: Street canteen

In the evening, following the propaganda campaign of Wang Auntie and her group, every family began to send their firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar to street cafeterias.
Zhou Jiao wonders if everyone is doing their best to contribute all the materials in the family selflessly. But it's impossible for her and the few people she knows to do this.
The joy of everyone at night was loud and long. Yes, I really should be happy. Why not be happy if I can eat whatever you want in these days?
Early the next morning, Zhang Guoqing's door had been knocked countless times. The couple looked at a group of excited relatives, friends and neighbors with a smile on their faces. They could only open the door and listen to their imagination.
Before the meal, there was a round of knocks, loud shouts, and cheers from the children. One after another, people began to gang up and go to the canteen.
It’s important for women to be happy and away from housework. Men are happy that they finally don’t have to line up in the winter and heat. Everyone laughed and laughed along the way, and from time to time there was a gossip about the three meals, which caused everyone to cry in surprise.
Zhou Jiao wanted to take this moment in his photos and remember it forever. She looked at the smiling face of her son in Zhang Guoqing's arms, and in an instant, she had an epiphany--the need to know to be happy in time, there is wine and now drunk.
Thinking about it, feeling better, she looked at Zhang Guoqing playfully. This man is a strange man! Don't go to the unit and run over to squeeze some canteen with her.
When the group arrived in the cafeteria, there was already a long line in the hall and many people sat on the table. Self-reliance, everyone went up to line up with tableware.
Being in it, listening to everyone's laughter, and smelling the fragrance of the food, reminded Zhou Jiao of the canteen in college. As the people who received the breakfast in front passed by and looked at their bowls, she didn't know how the cooking skills were, and she began to miss the fat master who went south.
Alas... Fat master just left. Leave a piece of paper to Zhang Guoqing and leave without saying goodbye. It doesn't matter if you leave, or when it's time to leave.
Seeing the wide array of breakfasts in front of him, Zhou Jiao withdrew her thoughts.
Steamed buns, steamed buns, fried dough sticks... Really willing to pay.
Lin Juhua motioned to her, and she smiled—someone in the center is really easy to do.
After seated, Zhou Jiao couldn't help but laugh at the early morning of the two sisters, Zhang Father and Mother Zhang, Zhang Lao Er, and Zhang Meili.
Zhang Mu Le Haha looked at everything in the cafeteria, "It's lively, isn't it? Your second sister-in-law said that there is still big fat at noon. It is better to pass this day."
Her words led to a free conversation between the left and right tables.
Zhang Guoqing quickly finished eating, took his son, and whispered: "Eat quickly, it's not enough to get it."
Mother Zhang sat on the side and heard it, but she couldn't bother to chat with in-laws. She followed and whispered: "Don't drink porridge, eat steamed buns first, and put fried dough sticks in the porridge."
Zhou Jiao nodded again and again, "Mother, you can eat too." She has a small appetite and can't help it. Her mother-in-law wants to eat more. It would be a pity if it is quantitative in a few days.
Zhang Guoqing had long spotted that their family was very polite. It's shameful to waste as much as you want to eat. Before the rules were published on the first day, he found that many people were already wasting. God doesn't punish you, who is to punish?
He stood up with his son in his arms and walked to the front to line up. After the meeting, I brought back ten meat buns and ten fried dough sticks with Zhang's mother. These fathers are not enough to cram their teeth. What are you so kind?
"Father, you and your mother will continue to eat. Aunt Chen and Uncle, is enough? I'll get it for you."
Mother-in-law Zhang Meihao hurriedly waved her hand, "No. I am enough. Your uncle will eat it."
Zhang Guoqing did not insist upon seeing this. Anyway, the things are there, get them if you want.
Ten steamed buns and ten fried dough sticks were quickly wiped out by Zhang Father and Mother Zhang. After eating, he glanced at the old son's family who had been waiting, and then at his daughter-in-law and in-laws who were still eating hard.
There are too many people here and it is not convenient to talk. He thinks that he should go back and talk to his old son's family. Their family suffers a lot from eating like this, and they have to find a way.
Over there, Mother Zhang saw the eldest son-in-law absent-minded, and said, "Your parents must be full. You and Meili went to the village to see them for dinner in the afternoon, and come back to us by the way."
Zhang Chunming swallowed vigorously and said, "Mother, I went back last night. I heard that the village is full of pancakes and wowotou, or unusual..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Guoqing coughed a few times, interrupted what he wanted to say and winked at him. Seeing him at a loss, I got a headache.
How can someone as astute as the old captain not know how to stay behind in everything? This time the village was expropriated so much grain, the old people wanted to drink porridge every day. His brother-in-law’s words should be spread. The more serious point is that the old captain does not support the decision-making above, and the lighter point is that everyone knows that Zhangjiacun has surplus food, and after the fall, settle accounts.
"Brother-in-law goes back to accompany his uncle in-law when he has time. It doesn't matter what he eats, he and his aunt still want you to accompany you and chat, you can ask the uncle if you have anything."
"Well, don't worry, Xiao Wu."
On the side, Old Chen looked at his son after listening, and found that he also understood, and he was very comforted. He didn't even think of that point just now. He decided to keep his son in contact with Xiaowu more often in the future.
After eating breakfast, everyone spread out. Those who should go to work, Zhang Father and Mother Zhang were worried about the eldest son, and slowly took the two children, Stone and Mai Sui, to Zhang Guofu's house.
Zhang Guoqing came back from get off work at noon, and the family smelled the rich smell of meat before they even went to the canteen ~ EbookFREE.me ~ standing outside the yard.
Zhang Guoqing smelled it, "Scent, right? My parents came so early, didn't they smell hungry?"
"meat"
Zhang Guoqing hissed, smiled and touched his son's little head, "Ping An is really smart. Tell Dad what you want to eat?"
When Zhou Jiao saw her son nod her head, gave him a thumbs up, and saw him giggling happily, she was also happy. The child can really understand.
As soon as they entered, Zhang Mu immediately waved to them in the line.
As a large plate and bucket of vegetables came out, the crowd cheered. Getting the news in advance is really different from seeing it in person. The taste and smell are stimulated by the braised pork, making people hungry.
The sister-in-law who is in charge of the meat division shouted loudly: "Don't shout. Everyone has a big piece of fat."
As soon as her words fell, slogans followed.
At noon, the white rice, braised pork, fried three fresh and so on, made everyone laughed in excitement, echoed loudly, and almost opened the roof of the cafeteria.
Stimulated by the crowd's three or five bowls of appetite, Zhou Jiao had eaten two bowls full of rice in her life, which made her not dare to get up while sitting on a stool.
Upon seeing this, Zhang Guoqing suppressed his smile, so his intestines were knotted. He found that his wife was so stupid, he really listened to his parents' encouragement.
After three consecutive days of hearty meals, laughter was heard from every household, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law became harmonious, husband and wife quarreled less, and children were less scolded.
The staff of the street office is worried. They looked at the inventory, and after repeated calculations in accordance with the table, they quickly worked out detailed rules. What followed was a time limit that began to distinguish between types of work, young and old.
After the announcement, everyone understood and supported it. It’s fine if you are full, and there is meat in the dish, even if the shredded pork is meat. In such days, gold can't be exchanged, and there is nothing to be satisfied.