Yan Bugui was furious after being rejected by Su Qin.
After muttering a few words behind Su Qin's back, he returned to his room.
That night, Su Qin made a pot of boiling chicken soup.
On this cold winter night, drinking a bowl of hot chicken soup was indeed a wonderful experience.
At Qin Huairu's house in the middle court, the five of them sat around the dining table and ate.
The stick finished all the porridge in the bowl in one go and even licked the bottom of the bowl twice. He still felt hungry.
"Mom, give me another bowl." The stick handed his empty bowl to Qin Huairu.
Qin Huairu frowned and said awkwardly,""Aiyo, can you stop eating? There's only one left."
"You've already finished these two bowls. The two sisters haven't even finished half a bowl.”
" I'm not full yet…" The stick meme complained,""I didn't even say anything.”
Jia Zhangshi, who had been sitting at the side, couldn't stand it anymore and said,""Well, I can't eat it. I'll give you half a bowl.”
After Jia Zhang-shi finished speaking, she handed the remaining half bowl of porridge to the stick.
The stick didn't stand on ceremony. He took the bowl and started drinking.
Jia Zhangshi said with heartache,"Alas, it's a great joke. Drink it slowly."”
"Aiya! How could he live like this? How could the five of them survive on such a small amount of food stamps?”At this moment, Jia Zhang-shi began to consider the problem of eating.
"Sigh, Qin Huairu, where's the white flour you brought previously? Go and steam a few steamed buns for the child!" Jia Zhangshi looked at Qin Huairu and signaled with her eyes.
Qin Huairu sighed and said," It's almost the New Year. If we eat white noodles now, won't we be able to celebrate the New Year?"”
"Besides, my food stamps for this month are for next month.”
"This is pushing on for a month. When will it end?”
Although Qin Huairu was grumbling, she still went to the kitchen to prepare the noodles.
At this moment, the stick smelled a fragrance.
"It smells so good! Who's stewing chicken!" The stick jumped up and sniffed the fragrance of the chicken soup greedily.
At this moment, the little locust tree also started to make a fuss."I want to drink chicken soup, I want to drink chicken soup!”
Little Dang looked at the stick and sniffed hard. As expected, he smelled the fragrance of chicken soup.
Jia Zhang-shi snorted coldly and said sourly,""Humph, it must be that brat Su Qin making chicken soup.”
"I saw him walking home with six or seven old hens this afternoon. Each of them weighed more than ten pounds and were very fat!”
" Sigh, Su Qin is so lucky. The job in the supply and marketing cooperative is easy, the salary is high, and he earns money and spends it alone. His life is too good!”
In the kitchen, Qin Huairu said while kneading dough,""We won't be jealous if others are living well. We just have to live our own lives.”
"I believe that our days will definitely get better and better.”
The stick peeked through the crack of the door and kept looking in the direction of Su Qin's house. A bright light flashed across his eyes.
After finishing half a bowl of porridge, the little locust flower also came to the stick stem and said,"Brother, I want to drink chicken soup."
The stick stalk hugged the small locust flower and said,"Brother also wants to eat chicken. I'll think of a way to let you guys eat chicken.”
"Oh…"
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The next day, Su Qin stayed in bed until ten o'clock before he got up to go to Red Star's supply and marketing cooperative.
As soon as Su Qin arrived at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative, he found that there were already some people waiting there.
These people were not employees of the Red Star Rolling Mill, but residents nearby.
It was almost the New Year, and some people were already preparing for the New Year.
As soon as Su Qin opened the door, many people rushed in.
"Comrade, pull six feet of cloth for me!"
"Alright, 1.90 yuan, six feet of cloth.”
"Here, two three-foot-long cloth tickets.”
"Alright."
"Comrade, get me two taels of vegetable oil, ten catties of rice, and a bag of salt.”
"Alright, take the rice and salt yourself. Come over and weigh it for me later.”
"A total of 2.60 yuan, 10 catties of food stamps, and 20 taels of fuel stamps.”
"Comrade, please count and keep it.”
"Alright, the number is right. Take care.”
“……”
After a whole morning, Su Qin finally felt a little busy.
Meanwhile, in the courtyard house, the club stalker had sneakily appeared in the backyard.
Behind him were the two little girls, Xiao Huai Hua and Xiao Dang.
" Brother," Little Dang said with some fear," it's not good for us to steal Uncle Su Qin's chicken…"
"What's wrong with that?" " His family is so rich," the thug said shamelessly." They can buy so many chickens. We'll just steal one. What's wrong with that?"”
"He's so rich. It's only right for him to help us.”
"Bro, what if…what if Uncle Su Qin finds out that there are fewer chickens at home?" Xiao Dang was still afraid.”
"It's okay. Even if he finds out that there are fewer chickens, Silly Zhu will definitely take the blame for me."”
Huai Hua said,"Brother, Mom doesn't want you to call him Silly Zhu. She wants you to call him Uncle He."”
"What do you know?" The stick meme waved his hand. I'm an adult. Everyone in the courtyard calls him Silly Zhu, so I have to call him Silly Zhu.”
"Alright, you guys wait here. I'll be back soon.”
After saying that, he looked left and right to make sure that no one was around, then slipped into Su Qin's courtyard.
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