Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

The fried chicken that Zhangzhu’s grandfather mentioned was KFC.

This year, KFC opened its first store in the capital, and it was very popular among children. Zhiyuan and his friends had already been there, but Zhiyuan was in no mood to try it because of his parents' health. In the morning, Xiaomai came to play at home and talked about this. Zhangzhu remembered the fried chicken made by an old man.

In fact, Lin Qingping had made many varieties of food sold in KFC for the brother and sister, especially Zhiyuan, who had been with her for a long time and had eaten countless Chinese and Western delicacies.

But since the kids wanted to try it, let them go. She also wanted to join in the fun.

After Zhiyuan came back, the family went to KFC. When they went there, they also invited Gu Youlian and Xiaomai. Gu Youlian was busy and had no time, so Xiaomai went with them.

Sure enough, there were a lot of people and it was very lively.

They finally got a seat. After they sat down, Zhiyuan volunteered to buy food. He put a large tray on it. When he came back, he put the tray down and said, "Mom, why do I feel that there is no difference between the food sold here and the food you made for me?"

Lin Qingping’s inner thoughts: Of course there is no difference!

But with a smile on his face, "Really?"

"Of course! If you don't believe me, let's try it!" Zhiyuan opened the fried chicken and asked Lin Qingping to eat it first.

Lin Qingping was not polite. In her previous life, she had eaten all kinds of delicacies from all over the world, but she had never eaten at the first KFC in this capital.

Gu Juncheng has never been a big fan of these fried foods, but he tried a piece out of courtesy, ate it in one bite, and then said, "It's not as delicious as your mom's."

Xiaomai gave her uncle a thumbs up, "Uncle, it's true! Auntie's cooking is even better."

"Really?" Zhiyuan was very proud, and he didn't know whether he was proud that everyone agreed with his point of view, or proud that he had an amazing mother.

Only Zhangzhu didn't have much idea of ​​what tasted good or not, but she would always follow her brothers and sisters and shout, "Mom! It's delicious!"

Lin Qingping laughed, "If you like it, I'll make it for you on the weekend."

Although the children all agreed that KFC's fried chicken was just so-so, the cheerful atmosphere in the store was contagious.

During this period of time, accidents happened one after another at home, and life has been very tense and low-pressure. Once this atmosphere was passed on, everyone's emotions were relieved a lot.

A rare happiness.

When we got back, it was already dark.

There are so many people on this street now that it is difficult to get a taxi, so they simply take the bus back.

I got off at the familiar station and walked home.

Zhiyuan was carrying his palm beads, with Xiaomai beside him. The three children were walking in front, while Gu Juncheng and Lin Qingping were a few steps behind.

It is early winter and the weather is turning cold. The trees on both sides of the road put on golden coats. The cold wind blows, and some yellow leaves fall down. They have gradually accumulated into a layer on the road, and they make a crisp sound when you step on them.

"Lin Qingping." Gu Juncheng's voice suddenly sounded in the cold wind.

"Yeah." She walked with her head down, looking at her toes, stepping over one fallen leaf after another.

"Do you remember when we first came to the capital? We also went there to eat. At that time, we went there specifically for the famous roast duck."

Of course she remembered...

At that time, everything was just beginning, and life was like the new buds sprouting from trees in spring, full of vitality and hope.

In the blink of an eye, they were already in autumn.

I don't know if he had the same idea as her, but after saying this, he fell silent. The only sound on the quiet street was the sound of shoes crushing fallen leaves.

Click, click.

Lonely, empty and cold.

Suddenly, Lin Qingping's hand was touched by something hard and warm.

She stiffened slightly, and in an instant, her hand was held.