Siheyuan: starting from signing in to get roasted pig's trotters

Chapter 155 Qin Huairu Comes to Give Gifts

I'm thinking about it.

Qin Huairu's voice came from outside the house.

"Master Zhao, are you home?"

Several people you look at me, I look at you.

Zhao Aimin was also surprised.

How did she come here.

"here I am."

Zhao Aimin replied.

Stand up and walk outside.

No plan to let her in.

As soon as he went out, he saw Qin Huairu holding a small bottle in his hand.

Standing at the door of your house.

Saw him come out.

Hurry over there.

"Master, I have some sesame oil here."

"Send it here just for you."

Silly Zhu inside the room heard that Qin Huai Ru came to deliver sesame oil.

The face changed in an instant.

The eyes are not right anymore.

How much food he brought for Qinhuai Ruru.

In the end, there was nothing but complaints.

I didn't lose anything.

During this period of time, Silly Zhu lived very comfortably.

Busy on a blind date and setting up a date with Teacher Ran.

Plus a showdown with Yi Zhonghai.

Those messy things.

In addition, Qin Huairu didn't bother him anymore.

Also forget about these things.

Now I heard her voice ringing in my ears.

There is an illusion of a sudden world.

It was a bad taste in my heart.

I saw that she had half a bottle of sesame oil in her hand.

Zhao Aimin looked curious.

"Where did it come from?"

Qin Huairu held the bottle and said.

"Bring it from home."

There is not much sesame oil in it.

It looks like three or four.

But in this age.

This gift is really precious.

Zhao Aimin glanced at her.

"Keep it for yourself."

"There is no shortage at home."

Qin Huairu lowered his head.

Then he raised his head and said.

"I know you don't need this."

"But I have nothing else to offer."

"For Chinese New Year, I have to bring something for you, Master."

Qin Huairu's words made sense.

You are an apprentice.

He also lived in a large courtyard with his master.

They don't even pay homage to the master.

It's so unruly.

When Jia Dongxu was there.

Go to pay Yi Zhonghai greetings every year and festival.

Never went empty-handed.

"Okay, I'll keep that thing."

"The bottle will be returned to you another day."

Zhao Aimin stretched out his hand.

Just bring things over.

He is not a saint.

A gift from an apprentice.

Just take it.

He took it, and the apprentice felt at ease.

I also ate some.

If you don't take it, not only will you have nothing to eat.

The apprentice was still wondering if he had offended the master somewhere.

Or does the master have an opinion on him?

Can you teach yourself well when you look back?

see him take things

Qin Huairu was happy.

He said "Happy New Year Master" and left.

Take the bottle and enter the house.

All three looked at themselves.

Zhao Aimin raised the vial.

"Qin Huairu gave me some gifts for my master."

"sesame oil?"

Wang Lin's eyes lit up instantly.

A look of surprise.

"Well, Lin'er, you can put it in another bottle."

Zhao Aimin smiled and handed the bottle to her.

"Hey."

Wang Lin took the bottle.

Turn around and walk towards the stove.

Silly Zhu has a complicated face.

"Aimin, Qin Huai is like this apprentice."

"It's really okay."

These sesame oils.

He, the cook, takes it as a treasure.

After Qin Huairu returned.

Aunt Li is here again.

Nothing else.

It was half a bag of pickled cabbage buns.

"Auntie has nothing else for you."

"You keep these to eat with Wang Lin."

"This stuffing is appetizing."

"Suitable for her to eat now."

"Okay, I'm not going to be polite."

Seeing that he stayed without saying a word.

Aunt Li also went back happily.

What you want at this time is to be polite.

Being polite is for outsiders.

They are all from my own family. For those who celebrate the Chinese New Year, why are you being polite?

Here are the buns.

I haven't returned to the house yet.

He saw Yan Jiefang coming over with a small bowl.

"Brother Aimin, my mother asked me to bring you some boiled peanuts."

"Please try it with Sister Wang Lin."

White enamel bowl.

More than half loaded.

No more, no less, just right.

That's for ordinary people.

But this is Yan Bugui's house.

What is this called.

This is unprecedented.

Give peanuts to your children.

It's all about numbers.

bowl?

What about dreaming?

OK, thank you, Mom, for me. "

"I'll go back and see her."

"Aimin, I got some wood some time ago."

"I made a small stool."

"You keep it."

"Thank you, happy new year."

"Okay, happy new year."

This comes and goes.

Zhao Aimin and Wang Lin were planning to leave after dinner.

I didn't arrive at the supply and marketing cooperative until 09:30.

I bought something I like to eat at home.

He brought another bottle of Xifeng wine.

Bought a bar of Qianmen Cigarettes.

The two of them were riding the bike.

Hurry up to the supply and marketing cooperative compound.

...

When we arrived, there were already people in the house.

The supply and marketing cooperative is a fat job in this capital.

Wang Lin's father is also a seasoned and experienced man.

He is also smooth in dealing with people.

These conditions add up.

Then you must move around more.

Come and play during the holidays.

In case there is something that can be taken advantage of.

There is this affection.

How can people disagree?

"Dad, Mom, Wang Lin and I are here to pay New Year's greetings to your two elders."

Zhao Aimin is holding something.

Walk in loudly.

This Chinese New Year is all about fighting for face.

As long as it is a legitimate income.

You can come here as high-profile as you want.

This big Chinese New Year is hidden and tucked away.

sneakily.

If people see it, they will definitely say it.

"The origin of this thing is wrong."

"There must be something wrong."

After entering the door, Wang Lin's parents hadn't opened their mouths yet.

The guests were dumbfounded first.

Good guy.

This is to visit relatives.

Still moved the house.

Carrying big and small bags.

Just what can be seen.

There is pork with fat.

Qianmen cigarettes, Xifeng wine.

There must be seven or eight kinds wrapped in oil paper.

This son-in-law, what kind of family!

Here you go, this is Director Xiao from the sewing factory. "

"Just call me Uncle."

Wang Lin's father couldn't open his eyes when he laughed.

This son-in-law really embarrasses him.

"Uncle Xiao, happy Chinese New Year."

"My name is Zhao Aimin."

"Wang Lin's man."

"Just call me Aimin."

"Happy New Year, Uncle Xiao."

Wang Lin followed suit.

Zhao Aimin fumbled in his pocket.

The cigarette was taken out.

Take one out of it.

give a point.

A set of procedures down.

That's called proficiency.

"Happy New Year, Happy New Year."

Director Xiao smiled and looked at the gift.

Suddenly, I saw something extraordinary from inside.

"Is that the Eight Treasure Box?"

Wang Lin, who was helping to clean up, said with a smile.

"Uncle Xiao, your eyes are really sharp."

"That's right, it's the Eight Treasure Box."

Babao box is a kind of food gift box.

Not wrapped in oiled paper.

It comes in carton packaging.

There are eight different flavors of snacks inside.

In this age of scarcity.

dessert?

Ordinary people can't even think about it.

Besides, the materials used to make snacks are rare.

I can eat it last time.

There will be no regrets in this life.

Therefore, it is also called the Eight Treasure Box.

"amazing!"

"It's amazing!"

Director Xiao now completely treats Zhao Aimin as an equal.

Eight Treasure Boxes are not available to everyone.

The price is ridiculously expensive.

A box costs 16 yuan and [-] cents.

That's half a month's salary for an ordinary person.

Even the director of his sewing factory.

Only when you go to see the leader.

Find a way to get a ticket.

Just bought a box of it.

I didn't eat a piece of it myself.

Thinking about it makes my heart sour.

What director.

It's not as good as Lao Wang, a veteran of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Hey ~

Look at his son-in-law.

Think about your own.

never mind!

People are more mad than people.

"Old Wang, there are people coming from my house too."

"Go back first."

Director Xiao couldn't wait any longer.

His grandma's.

So many gifts.

Take it out the same way.

The tables in Lao Wang's house are almost full.

His heart was also full.

It's so frustrating.

"Old Xiao, be careful on the road."

Wang Lin's father sent him to the door.

"Hey, go back, let's go."

Director Xiao got on his bicycle.

He stared and left.

If stay.

I came to pay him New Year's greetings today.

I guess I can't see his good face.

Turn back to the house.

Wang Lin's father saw his daughter and wife still packing up their things.White flour steamed buns.

Butchered duck.

There is also a small bag of fried dough sticks.

Wang Lin's father licked his lips.

Haven't eaten fritters for a long time.

Fried dough sticks are extremely rare now.

why?

Because it is fried.

There is a lot of oil and water!

If you want to eat, you can.

Come, get the fried dough stick ticket first.

No ticket?

You can rest on the side.

next!

Finally, Wang Lin's father also saw soybean oil in a small bottle.

That color, one can tell that it is a good pressed oil.

Those soybean oils on weekdays.

It looked terribly cloudy.

I don't know how many impurities are in it.

It's not like this.

It looks translucent.

"Aimin!"

Wang Lin's father took a puff of cigarette.

Throw the cigarette butt on the ground and step on it.

"When you come back next time."

"Don't bring so many things with you."

"You and Wang Lin have just started living together."

"Always save some money for yourself."

"There is nothing missing in the house."

"Wang Lin's mother."

"I'll give you some oil later."

"Take them back with food."

"Hey~"