Chronicles of the Seventies

101-110

Chapter 101 103 Scallion Pancakes Monthly Tickets 270 Plus Chapter 101 103 Scallion Pancakes Monthly Tickets 270 Plus
After dinner, Qin Xi sent Li Xianglu to rest, and sat there watching Qin Zhen wash the dishes.

Qin Zhen is really a jerk who keeps going up the roof if he doesn't get a break. He knew that the family had to eat lunch at noon, but he ran away without a trace. He only showed up late after everyone had finished eating, with a smug smile on his face. Qin Xi's face turned dark.

Li Xianglu filled a basin with hot water and brought it to the west cave. She fastened the doors and windows, took off her outer clothes and washed it briefly. Her chest became more and more swollen, and she couldn't touch it with her hands. It hurt so much when she touched it.

I changed into a small vest and clean autumn clothes, climbed onto the hot kang and lay down, and my whole body relaxed at once.

There is an old saying that goes, "A nest of gold or silver is not as good as your own doghouse." This is absolutely true. Even sleeping on snow-white sheets in a guesthouse outside is not as comfortable as this kang. The soreness all over the body disappears in no time.

Li Xianglu fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up, it was dark outside. Li Xianglu rubbed her eyes and heard voices outside. She put on her cotton jacket and cardigan, and put on suspender trousers directly over her autumn trousers. Over the cotton trousers, she put on a pair of elastic overpants made for winter.

These dungarees and overalls were made by tailor Xue. They fit her perfectly. Li Xianglu was thinking that she must make a pair of navy blue khaki dungarees by next spring, and then wear a white Lenin shirt underneath. She would look like the female tractor driver in the propaganda pictures.

After putting on the clothes, I saw that Li Jianqing, who was even darker and thinner, was helping Grandpa Li chop firewood in the yard with Qin Zhen, while Qin Xi was directing the two of them to arrange the firewood neatly.

Seeing Li Xianglu coming out of the room, Qin Xi turned around and said, "You've slept for too long. Are you going to sleep tonight?"

Li Xianglu nodded seriously and said, "I will definitely fall asleep!" People say that traveling on vacation is much more tiring than resting at home, and this is the truth.

Qin Xi saw that the man was serious and just shook his head and said, "I dare not sleep anymore, otherwise I won't be able to sleep at night."

Li Xianglu nodded and said, "Well, I made some noodles for lunch, and some scallion pancakes at night. I'll also stir-fry some pickled cabbage and shredded potatoes, and have some rice porridge and millet congee to nourish my stomach. I can't get used to the food I've been eating outside for these days."

Qin Xi nodded and said, "Okay, you decide. Do more." Then he glanced at Li Jianqing.

Li Xianglu nodded and went to prepare the meal. There was nothing left over from the lunch. A lot of noodles were already mixed, and she had planned to make the extra noodles into noodle soup. However, Qin Zhen ate three bowls of noodles, so there was nothing left, and even the臊子汤 was drunk up.

Scallion pancakes use up a lot of oil, and Li Xianglu was afraid that they would not taste good without enough oil, so she picked out the dregs from the lard from last time, chopped them up, and mixed them together with chopped scallions and seasoning.

In this way, even if you use less oil, the scallion pancake will not lack flavor.

After making porridge, he started to make pancakes. The pancake pan was bought by the old man from the supply and marketing cooperative in the summer. It cost 12.8 yuan, which cost six industrial coupons. It was a frying pan that was no cheaper than a big pot. It had two ears and was 40 centimeters in diameter, the same size as the small stove in the kitchen at home. He could just take down the small cooking pot and put it on the stove. It was very convenient.