The Sweetness of the Seventies

The old man is very cautious, so he needs to waste more words.

Huo Yingjie saw that the old janitor did not relent, and continued to persuade: "Uncle, look at us old and young, we don't look like bad people. Uncle, you are a good person at first glance, so I will tell you the truth. Grandma Qi's son went to school here on the eve of the founding of the People's Republic of China. After the liberation, there was no news. Later, I heard from fellow villagers that he was dead. In those days of war and chaos, death was very common. It's just that the old man didn't see his son for the last time. I want to visit the school in my lifetime.”

The old gatekeeper was really pitiful when he saw the old man and the old lady.

"Hey, which of their sons is missing?" the gatekeeper asked, feeling pity.

Huo Yingjie said: "They only have a precious son, and now they are here and they have used all the family's savings to take a look. It's quite pitiful. Just let us go in and take a look."

When the old gatekeeper heard this, he felt even more sympathetic to the old couple outside.

"It's quite pitiful, but they are outsiders, but I hear your accent should be local. Bring your household registration book and show it to me." The old gatekeeper said, he can help, but there is no guarantee.

Huo Yingjie was stunned. Who would bring their household registration book with them when they go out?

"Uncle, I don't have my household registration book with me, but I am really a local." Huo Yingjie said, "Uncle, smoke, smoke, let's just walk near the door and not go inside, okay?"

As he spoke, he stuffed a whole pack of cigarettes into the old janitor's pocket.

The old janitor had already smoked a cigarette like that, and he was even more greedy. I wanted to refuse, but I couldn't bear to take it out.

Seeing that the old man didn't take it out, Huo Yingjie took out a dollar from another pocket and said, "Uncle, just think that we are here to visit the scenic spot, and we can buy the tickets, okay?"

The old janitor's salary was only fourteen yuan a month, and he usually lived a boring life. When he saw the money, his eyes turned red. Seeing Huo Yingjie, the little girl outside, and the two old men, nothing should happen.

Besides, if these people make trouble, he yells, there are still some people living in the dormitory behind, and they can come and help.

Seeing that the old janitor agreed, Huo Yingjie thanked him repeatedly and said, "Uncle, thank you very much! We will leave in a while."

The old janitor came out and opened the door for them.

With a loud bang, the heavy and simple door slowly opened.

What you see is not the bustling campus, nor is what you hear is the sound of students reading aloud.

There are only messy grasses, howling cold wind, and loneliness.

"Okay, you guys hang around here. I'm going to check it when you come out. You can't take anything inside." The old gatekeeper warned. Although he also knew that there was nothing valuable here, he still wanted to say a few words like this. , is a good manifestation of his serious work.

"Yes, yes, let's take a look. We will never take a needle or a thread, nor touch a blade of grass or a tree." Old man Qi said with a smile. Huo Yingjie spent a lot of time in the reception room just now, and he probably gave it to this old man. Some benefits.

The old gatekeeper let him go, and Huo Yingjie rode a tricycle, taking He Tiantian forward with him.

Huo Yingjie had been to this school several times before and explained it to them, and He Tiantian followed suit.

However, it was full of desolation, and after seeing it, the four of them felt uncomfortable.

Grandma Qi San saw it was noon and said, "Okay, let's go home for dinner."

"Okay!" He Tiantian agreed.

Old Man Qi felt sour. He had been here once before. Even in the worst chaos, when Little Japan occupied Nanshi, there were still students and teachers in this school. But now that there is peace, the place where teaching and educating people should be best, and cultivating talents for the country, has become like this?

He is a rough man who only knows how to fight. He doesn’t know the reason for this and can’t figure it out!

Although He Tiantian felt sad, she also knew that things would get better in the future. After a while, she put aside the loneliness she just felt.

After returning home, He Tiantian cooked four bowls of ginger soup as usual. After drinking it, He Tiantian started cooking while Huo Yingjie washed the vegetables.

Today at noon, He Tiantian saw that everyone was in a bad mood, so she decided to make something delicious and make dumplings.

I bought flour today, kneaded a piece of dough, put it in a basin, covered the dough with a pot lid, and started chopping the cabbage stuffing.

There was pheasant meat at home. He Tiantian asked Huo Yingjie to scrape off the meat with a knife, soak it in water, wait until the meat was loose, chop it into small particles, put it in a pot and stir-fry it, and stir-fry the cabbage. Pour in and stir-fry, no need to add oil, just add some salt, and the five-spice powder seasoning must be scooped out immediately.

He Tiantian rolled out the dough, and the round dough turned into round pieces in He Tiantian's hands.

Huo Yingjie moved the bench and reached for the dough to make dumplings. They were thick in the middle and thin on the edges.

He Tiantian reached out and patted Huo Yingjie's hand, and said angrily: "You don't know how to make dumplings, why are you using dumpling wrappers?"

Huo Yingjie refused to accept it, raised his chin slightly and said, "Why can't I make dumplings? You didn't know how to roll out dough or make dumplings before, how come you can do everything now?"

The secret was almost exposed, and Huo Yingjie felt guilty.

"Then I learned it from others in the countryside." He Tiantian said, "You also learned how to make dumplings at work?"

"Yes, of course you can make dumplings." Huo Yingjie said, "Maybe not everyone can cook, but they can definitely make dumplings. If you don't make dumplings well, they will be counted and put aside, and whoever can make them will eat them. This way No matter how clumsy you are, you don’t want to just eat dumpling wrappers and dumpling soup! So everyone knows how to make dumplings.”

Hearing what Huo Yingjie said, He Tiantian reluctantly believed Huo Yingjie's words.

"Then you pack one and I'll take a look." He Tiantian said, "If it's not good, I'll do it myself."

"Hmph!" Huo Yingjie snorted unhappily, "Today I will show you what the most perfect dumplings in history are."

"Haha!" He Tiantian laughed, "Okay, little girl, I've seen what you call the most perfect dumplings in history."

Huo Yingjie held the dumpling wrapper in his left hand, and scooped out the filling with a spoon in his right hand. No more, no less. The amount of filling he scooped out was just enough to make one dumpling.

The dumpling wrappers are very round, and Huo Yingjie's dumpling-making skills are very good. I saw a cute little dumpling coming out of Huo Yingjie's hand, with a plump white belly, sitting firmly on the panel.

He Tiantian stared at the cute little dumpling on the table and asked in surprise: "Brother Yingjie, the dumplings you make are so beautiful."

"Not only does it look good, it's also delicious." Huo Yingjie said proudly, pointing to the dumplings he made, "Do you think this dumpling looks like you?"

When He Tiantian heard this, she was so angry that her cheeks puffed up and she asked, "How do I look like a dumpling?"

I looked at my belly unconsciously. Fortunately, my belly was not so big even when I was wearing cotton clothes!

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