Chu Feng asked Qin Huairu if she knew how to make handmade noodles.
There was no pork stewed vermicelli, but pork stewed handmade noodles was also not bad.
"I will, I will."
"It's not like you didn't know when we were young.”
"I'm very capable. I can do a lot of housework.”
"At that time, you even praised me for being gentle and caring.”
Qin Huairu started to play the emotional card again.
Unfortunately, Chu Feng was a transmigrator.
He did not have any good feelings or feelings for this beautiful woman who liked to suck blood.
He was only a little interested in her looks and figure.
Chu Feng's pork had already been cut and he was waiting for Qin Huairu's handmade noodles to be ready.
Seeing Qin Huairu's swift movements, Chu Feng praised her for being very capable.
"Chu Feng, I'm actually starting to regret it.”
"Regret what?“
"I regret that I didn't get together with you, who was like a childhood sweetheart, but married into the city.”
Back then, Qin Huairu had thought that Jia Dongxu was from a city and had a good family background.
Now that Jia Dongxu was paralyzed, she took over the position as a fitter in the rolling mill.
It's been almost three years, and he's still a first-class fitter. He only earns 27.5 yuan a month.
Among them, there was also some disability allowance for Jia Dongxu.
And Chu Feng was now working as a kitchen helper in the canteen, earning 37.50 yuan a month.
Of course, his second grandfather's allowance was also included.
In short, Chu Feng's work was easier than Qin Huairu's and his salary was ten yuan higher.
Don't underestimate this ten yuan.
In the 1960s.
People generally had low income and few resources.
Of course, the prices were very low now.
Fine powder, 26 catties.
Standard powder, one hair seven catties.
Fine rice, two cents per catty.
Xiaomi, 10 cents per catty.
Peanut oil, 60 cents.
Egg, 18 cents per catty.
Pork, 84 cents.
Beef, 70 catties.
Mutton, 76 cents.
Ten yuan was quite a lot.
Of course, Chu Feng's salary was higher.
More importantly, Chu Feng was in good health.
Qin Huairu, who had been absent for three years, was currently craving this the most.
The two of them made handmade pork noodles together.
They also chatted about some things intermittently.
Soon, the fragrance of pork spread.
Qin Huairu, who hadn't eaten meat for a long time, had her eyes glowing.
He couldn't help but swallow his saliva again.
"Chu Feng, can I have some?“
"Don't worry, I won't eat it for free.”
"I will clean up your room.”
"I will also help you wash your clothes.”
"Also, if you have any other requests, I can do it too."
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At this moment, the people around them were almost up.
Chu Feng lived in the backyard next to Xu Damao.
Xu Damao had long smelled the fragrance from Chu Feng's house.
"This Chu Feng, why did he make so much delicious food today?”
"Egg and meat? He eats better than me!"
"That kid is a coward. Go to his house and eat meat!”
Xu Damao directly kicked open Chu Feng's door.
"Chu Feng, I smell the fragrance of your house.”
"I don't think you can finish it alone. Let me help you eat a little.”
In any case, Chu Feng hadn't transmigrated to this courtyard house world and replaced the people in this world who had the same name and surname as him.
Qin Huairu, Jia Zhangshi, and the others were not the only ones bullying him.
Even Xu Damao, the neighbor next door, was also bullied.
It was not uncommon for people to kick the door open like this.
Not only did he kick the door open, but he also saw that Chu Feng had good food to eat.
He took it directly.
He didn't even ask for Chu Feng's permission.
But today.
Just as Xu Damao kicked the door open and entered.
Xu Damao, who was ready to fight for the pork.
They were astonished to see Chu Feng walking over with a kitchen knife in his hand.
"F * ck!"
"This coward, what's going on today?”
"How dare he touch my kitchen knife?"
Xu Damao was dumbfounded.
He watched helplessly as Chu Feng walked up to him.
Chu Feng looked at the dumbfounded Xu Damao with unexplainable anger.
This place was indeed worthy of being a world filled with Siheyuan!
This Xu Damao was indeed a bad person.
He actually dared to kick down the door early in the morning and directly shoot his own food to eat!
Was he courting death or was he courting death?
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