Re-select the life system

Chapter 24: Stir-Fried Pork with Green Peppers

The boss quickly brought out the first dish, twice-cooked pork with green peppers. The emerald green color of the green peppers combined with the slightly browned meat slices was Qin He's favorite.

Hu Xingwang talked about waste, and he was more diligent in holding chopsticks than Qin He. From the moment the food was served, his eyes never left the food on the table.

Qin He was not in a hurry, opened the wine bottle, poured a glass of wine for the two of them, took a sip, then picked up a piece of meat, and ate it into his mouth, full of flavor.

Qin He's sense of taste felt the long-lost pleasure. It has been two months since he came to this world. Qin He tasted meat for the first time. During the Chinese New Year, Hu Xingwang's family brought half a bowl of fat meat to his family. The look in his eyes kept him awake at night, and he didn't touch the meat at all.

Now that the biggest stone in his heart has been solved, Qin He feels sincerely satisfied. Yes, simply eating a bite of meat has become the most extravagant act of the poor. How difficult this world is!

Qin He ate meat and drank leisurely, without the slightest tendency to compete with Hu Xingwang for meat, and the comfort in his heart was far more refreshing than the sliced ​​meat on the table.

"Come on! Have a drink!"

Qin He picked up the wine glass and raised it to Hu Xingwang. Hu Xingwang held up the food while raising the wine glass in his hand, and had a drink with Qin He, his mouth was full of oil, and his thin Chinese character face showed an intoxicated and satisfied expression. When stimulated, the sweat on the forehead glistened.

"Eat slowly, there are three more dishes behind, no one will compete with you!"

"Oh, Yiqing, you don't know, I want to eat meat and drink heavily in my dreams!"

Hu Xingwang sighed while continuing to pick up vegetables, and continued to sigh with emotion.

"At the time of the Chinese New Year, I bought five catties of pork at home. I thought that this time I should be able to eat a good meal, but I didn't know that I cut two catties of five catties and sent them to my grandmother's house, and finally distributed them to your family. Half a bowl, and there are two catties left, so I just eat it until the fifteenth day of the lunar new year!"

Qin He said with some doubts.

"Eat two catties of meat until the fifteenth day of the lunar new year?"

"Oh, you don't know, every time I want to eat meat, my mother hits me with chopsticks, and my sister is not allowed to eat it. The guest ate a piece, but two catties of pork had to be steamed until the festival was over, and no relatives at home came to eat, so the meat was steamed to rot, and there was no meaty taste, hey!"

Hu Xingwang said bitterly, while picking up the largest piece of fat meat, stuffing it into his mouth contentedly.

Qin He shook his head helplessly. He was also poor when he was a child, but he could still eat meat occasionally during Chinese New Year. Usually, he would buy meat once a month at home, but this is a real mountainous village, and the economy is poorer than his hometown.

The meal for the two of them didn't end until three o'clock in the noon. Qin He really didn't eat much. He basically ate a la carte and drank some wine, which was his habit for so many years.

Three-quarters of the food on the table went into Hu Xingwang's stomach. Qin He understood very well the appetite of rural young people in this era. They usually lacked oil and water for a long time, but they worked hard every day and their stomach digested very quickly.

After drinking and eating, Qin He sat on Hu Xingwang's bicycle, went to the post office, and mailed a few manuscripts in his hand, three manuscripts for Reader Magazine, six manuscripts for Zhiyin Magazine, these are the last stocks in Qin He's hand up.

After posting these, Qin He will focus on novels in the future. He will write a few random articles every month and send them to Xiao Han and Lao Cui, so that he can earn some manuscript fees to support his life.

I really don't have much time. Without a computer, it is really difficult to write a million-word novel. Even if I copy it, my hands hurt.

After leaving the post office, Qin He went to the grain and oil store to buy a bag of ten kilograms of rice, and then went to the vegetable market to buy four catties of pork. He divided them into two parts, one for Hu Xingwang to take home, and one for himself to cook at night eat.

Now that he has no worries about the future, Qin He has more than 90 yuan, and he doesn’t need to spend it sparingly. The pork in this era is only two yuan and eighty-one catties, which is so cheap that Qin He feels unbelievable. Before he was reborn, he seemed to have bought it in a supermarket. Once, it was 28 a catty, Qin He really couldn't afford that little income.

Even so, Qin He didn't dare to spend all his money. In the end, he still saved a few dozen yuan for living expenses for Yanzi and the others. Who knows how long it will take for the manuscript fee to arrive.

The way back was actually more difficult than when we came. After all, apart from Qin He, there were still a lot of things hanging on the car, but Hu Xingwang didn't have any temper at all, and pushed forward with all his strength. Walk.

There is no way to eat short-handed.

When we got home, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and Qin He had just arrived home for less than an hour, and Yanzi and the others returned home happily.

Yanzi and the others were really happy today, because just after class started in the afternoon, the principal personally took the teacher to hand out the textbooks to her, and also gave her a brand new notebook and a pen, making Yanzi the envy of the whole class.

The same was true for Lin Yifeng. In addition to textbooks, he also gave notebooks and pens. The two of them were excited all afternoon. As soon as they got home, they asked the second brother what was going on.

Of course, Qin He couldn't tell them the truth, he just said that he and the principal promised to pay the tuition fees after a while, so the principal was moved and gave them the textbooks first.

Of course the simple children believed it, and they were even more happy that the second brother actually bought meat, two kilograms of red and white pork belly, two kilograms of green peppers, and ten kilograms of rice.

Qin He announced that starting tonight, he would eat white rice every day from now on!

The children jumped up excitedly, and there was cheerful laughter in the room.

Sure enough, when people are in the most difficult time, a simple thing can satisfy people.

For dinner that day, the Lin family had a meaty aroma that hadn't been seen for a long time. After all, Qin He had opened a restaurant by himself. Although there were no ingredients, the simple stir-fried pork slices with green peppers were cooked properly.

A large bowl of vegetables was brought to the table, and a large pot of white rice was also served.

Everyone, look at me, I look at you, no one moved the chopsticks first, even Lin Qing, the youngest, was holding the chopsticks, staring at the big pieces of meat on the table, swallowing continuously.

Everyone was waiting for Qin He to move his chopsticks.

Qin He smiled, wiped his hands, and sat down around the table. He took the chopsticks first, picked up a large piece of meat and put it in Lin Qing's bowl. Seeing everyone's expectant eyes, Qin He slowly said .

"Starting from today's meal, our days will gradually get better in the future. No matter how difficult our family has been, we will definitely unite, work hard together, and cheer together! Let's encourage each other to move forward , we will always be a family, and I will always be your most solid backing! Come! Let's eat!"

Qin He ate even less of this meal, and he hadn't finished digesting the meal at noon, but the children ate it very happily. They all said that this dish was better than the teacher's meal in the cafeteria!

Old Cui from Zhiyin magazine was indeed very reliable in his work. In less than ten days, Yanzi came back to Qin He with two letters, which were sent by Zhiyin magazine. One was a draft contract from Lao Cui.

Qin He took a look and saw that the manuscript fee was about [-]. This was the manuscript fee for his few articles. Qin He had forgotten how many words it was, but it should be three to four hundred per thousand words. At this price, he was already very satisfied. Yes, and there are a few more, I don't know if I haven't received them or lost them.

As for the manuscript contract, Qin He looked at it and found that there was nothing wrong with it. After signing this contract, Qin He's manuscript fee will increase in the future, up to a thousand yuan per thousand words, but it depends on readers' feedback.

Looking at the remittance slip, Qin He let out a long sigh. Now he no longer had to worry about money!

(End of this chapter)