Using Li Cunxiao's Martial Force Clone Card!
Yang Zhenguo did not hesitate at all and immediately chose to use Li Cunxiao's martial force replication card.
A powerful force rushed into Yang Zhenguo's body. His blood was boiling, and every cell in his body seemed to be full of strength!
"Brother Zhenguo, why don't you sleep a little longer? I mixed some noodles and cooked some dough ball soup for breakfast.”
Zheng Juan had woken up early. When she heard the commotion in the house, she walked in.
"Juan 'er, let's not eat the soup today. We'll eat dumplings. Yesterday, I bought a few pounds of meat and placed it under the bag of noodles.”
Yang Zhenguo jumped down from the brick bed and ran to the outer room to take out the empty bag that had been filled with noodles yesterday.
Then, he took out a piece of meat from his pocket.
The meat weighed three pounds.
The pork belly was of the highest quality. The fat was separated by marble-like patterns.
In the 1960s, 1970s, and even in the 1980s, the residents were not picky when it came to meat.
Instead, he picked the fat meat and bought it.
This was because not only could fatty meat satisfy one's craving, but it could also produce oil.
In the 1960s, the bowls didn't use dishwashing liquid because there was no oil.
People would not starve if they did not have money.
"Brother Zhenguo, why is there so much meat?”Zheng Juan was very surprised. She was the one who had poured the flour into the bowl yesterday.
Zheng Juan clearly remembered that the bag of noodles had been emptied. There could not be any meat left in it.
"Juan 'er, the meat wasn't stolen, nor was it stolen. Let's eat dumplings this morning."
Yang Zhenguo didn't need to explain. Zheng Juan believed his words very much.
This was Zheng Juan, the man she had set her eyes on. This man was her heaven.
"Juan 'er, I'll go chop the meat stuffing."
"Brother Zhenguo, how can a man go into the kitchen? Just wait for the dumplings." Zheng Juan smiled and took the meat from Yang Zhenguo's hand. She cut off about half a catty of slightly thinner meat and minced it to make dumpling filling.
The minced meat emitted a faint fragrance. Although Zheng Guangming had been blind since he was young, his hearing and taste were very sensitive.
"Meat? There's meat to eat!" Zheng Guangming jumped up from the brick bed and waved his small hands.
Yang Zhenguo lovingly picked up Little Light from the bed.
"Guangming, from now on, our family will eat meat every day.”
"No, Brother Zhenguo. Light didn't like meat. I like porridge."
Yang Zhenguo also sighed in his heart. What a sensible child. She was only five years old and already knew how to think for him.
This also made Yang Zhenguo secretly decide in his heart that he had to find a way to cure Guangming's eye disease.
In the plot of " The World ", Zheng Guangming was blind for a lifetime. In this life, Yang Zhenguo would not let such a thing happen again.
Zheng Juan's hands and feet were nimble. In less than half an hour, the snow-white dumplings that looked like ingots were neatly placed on the dining table.
As the water in the pot boiled, Zheng Juan placed the dumplings with pure meat filling into the pot and started to cook.
The dumplings were placed into the pot and a ladle of cold water was added.
When the water boiled again, the dumplings in the pot floated up and were cooked.
Although Zheng Juan was only 17 years old, she was already good at handling household chores.
On the pot and under the stove, both inside and outside the house were clean and tidy.
Even Qin Huairu was not as capable as Zheng Juan.
The dumplings floated up in the boiling water. Zheng Juan picked up the bamboo fence and scooped up a big bowl of dumplings for Yang Zhenguo.
Then, she scooped a bowl of rice for her brother Zheng Guangming.
When it was Zheng Juan's turn, there were only two dumplings left.
She scooped up the remaining two dumplings in the pot and scooped up a bowl of soup with a big spoon.
Yang Zhenguo had seen everything that Zheng Juan had done.
This silly girl.
In order to save food for Yang Zhenguo and his younger brother Zheng Guangming, his oval-shaped face had become thinner.
In the past, Yang Zhenguo only had a standard of 28 catties of food per month, which was not enough to eat. However, now that the system was activated, Yang Zhenguo would not let Zheng Juan not have enough to eat.
"Juan 'er, come and sit."
Zheng Juan had originally planned to stand by the stove with the bowl and finish eating. She didn't want Yang Zhenguo to see that she had only eaten two dumplings.
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