Winning by lottery in the 1970s

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Chapter 13 Zhao Zhengnan

◎Who is the destined person◎

The next morning, the first thing Zhao Taohua did after waking up was to see how the sweet and sour radish she made last night was pickled.

I saw that the red vinegar had seeped into the thin radish slices, and the sour taste lingered between her nose wings, causing her to stretch out her fingers to pick up a small piece and put it in her mouth. In an instant, the sour, sweet and refreshing taste spread throughout her mouth.

The radish was very crispy when chewed, making people salivate.

Zhao Taohua ate one piece and wanted to eat a second piece, thinking: If there is a bowl of white rice to eat with it, it will be even more perfect.

Unfortunately, rice is a luxury these days, so she can only rely on fantasy to satisfy her hunger for the time being...

As the roosters crowed, the Zhao family members all got up one after another.

Because the family was poor, except for those who got married and were given a small house, bachelors like Zhao Zhengnan and Zhao Zhengbei could only live together without a separate room.

Zhao Zhengnan scratched his short hair and saw Zhao Taohua coming out of the room with a small enamel basin with sleepy eyes. He asked curiously: "What is this? Why does it smell like vinegar?"

In the autumn harvest season, people here usually cut radishes into strips, put them on a piece of torn newspaper and put them in the sun to dry. After drying, they pour soy sauce and vinegar into them and eat them as pickles.

Zhao Taohua's way of making kimchi is so rare that he didn't recognize what was in the basin at first.

Zhao Taohua handed the basin directly to him, with an irrepressible joy on her face. Just before leaving the house, she won ten kilograms of pork belly in a lottery!

Ten pounds! She really made a fortune!

"This is sweet and sour radish. I'll give it to you with your rice in the morning."

Zhao Zhengnan took the basin consciously, reached out and picked up a piece and took a bite. It was sour and sweet and refreshing, completely different from the pickled vegetables he usually eats.

Just when he wanted to take it to the kitchen to get a bowl of rice to eat with it, Zhao Zhengdong came over after smelling the smell, "Taohua, this is pickled radish? You are not too partial, why don't you say that you want to give some to your eldest brother?"

Because she was too excited, Zhao Taohua had long forgotten that the other three brothers had returned home. She smiled and argued, "If you want to eat it, just eat it directly. I didn't say that this is all for the second brother."

Zhao Zhengdong is a foodie. He picked up a piece of carrot without hesitation, and his expression became extremely exaggerated in an instant, "Did you make this? It's sour and crispy. It would be great if it could be eaten with a bowl of rice!"

Zhao Taohua nodded as if she had met a soulmate, and had a little bit of good feelings for this cheap brother, "Yes, it's a pity that we don't have rice at home."

The two foodies looked at each other and sighed at the same time.

"..." Zhao Zhengnan was sandwiched between them, quite speechless.

Isn't it just a pot of carrots? And it has to be eaten with white rice?

These two people are really bold...

At this time, there was a knock on the door. Zhao Taohua first glanced at the sky, and then walked out of the house with a puzzled look to open the gate.