1960's Daily Struggle

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Cheng Zhou bought peanut oil, and before Huo Yueze finished shopping in line, he hurried to Huo's house and picked up the crying cub.

"Little Tangyuan, don't cry, don't cry..."

After coaxing for about a few minutes, the cub slowly stopped crying, and hugged Cheng Zhou tightly with a low whimper.

Huo Xianglan said with a smile: "Little Tangyuan still recognizes people, and she refuses to let me and my sister-in-law hug me obediently, and she will cry when she hugs her."

Fang Xiaoting breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily: "Hurry up and take your little glutinous rice balls away, don't cry on my side, you little heartless, no matter how much you coax them!"

He said it disgustingly, but couldn't help reaching out and touching the cub's bald head, his love was beyond words.

I don't know where Yue Ze brought this child from?

The round eyes are so similar to Cheng Zhou's, and the facial features are so cute, much more likable than her little Yuanhang.

It's a pity that Fang Xiaoting was still angry, kissed the cub's forehead twice bitterly, turned around and picked up her little Yuanhang and coaxed her softly.

Xiao Mingyu sat on the chair by himself, obediently holding the white porcelain bowl and burying his head in eating.

After Huo Yueze, Cui Jiaqi and Brother Huo finished their shopping, they walked back to the yard slowly with their bamboo baskets and baskets.

At this time, the sun has risen, not as hot as the midsummer in July, the sun seems to be absent, and the body gradually warms up after a long exposure.

The wind that was neither cool nor hot was blowing in the air, and the fallen leaves on the ground swirled in the wind and scattered in all directions.

The sky is full of clouds and clouds.

In the small yard, the fire in the stove was burning brightly.

When the oil in the pot was heated up, Huo Yueze threw a handful of chopped green onions into it, and in an instant, the burnt aroma of the chopped green onions spread over the surface.

"Zhouzhou, have you stirred the eggs yet?" Huo Yueze turned his head and asked.

"Wait, I want to chop up the carrots and put them in," Cheng Zhou speeded up and handed him the bowl in a hurry.

Huo Yueze slowly poured the egg liquid into the pot, and the movement of waving the spatula was extremely skillful, which was completely different from the flustered look before, obviously he was used to these things.

The two of them worked around the stove for a long time, and finally the meal was ready.

The stewed chicken soup with potatoes exudes a tempting aroma. Cheng Zhou can't wait to scoop up a bowl full of rice, pour two spoonfuls of the soup, and happily eat it.

Huo Yueze pushed the plate containing scrambled eggs over, "Don't worry about eating rice, eat more of these scrambled eggs."

Cheng Zhou raised his head and said, "When I was queuing at the non-staple food store in the morning, I wanted to ask, but it's a pity that it's not convenient to speak."

Huo Yueze stopped his chopsticks, "What do you want to ask?"

Cheng Zhou asked curiously, "The non-staple food store actually supplies half a catty of eggs this time. Where did they get the eggs?"

The production team under the county seat was almost starved for food, so how could so many eggs be handed over?

Huo Yueze smiled and said: "Didn't I tell you something before? Some time ago, many people bought eggs at high prices on the black market, and they didn't buy many. Most of them only bought half a catty of eggs. "