Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife-Chapter 86 - 00: Visiting War Comrade 2_1

Chen Ming’s wife, Xiaohong, is a very ordinary rural woman, around 35 or 36 years old. Her skin is dark, her features average, and due to her padded cotton clothes, her average height makes her look quite chubby. Over her padded cotton jacket, she wears a black and red checkered cross-collar robe layered with patches, but it is clean. She enthusiastically greets Feng Qingxue, "Come in and sit, don’t be so polite next time."

Chen Ming’s two sons are at home, both of them feeling a bit shy when they see the guest.

Chen Ming chuckles and scolds, "Your Uncle Lu just visited a few days ago, you don’t recognize him today?"

His elder son, Chen Tianzuo, being slightly older and having a better memory, giggles and says "Uncle Lu," then curiously looks at Feng Qingxue, and loudly says, "Hello, Auntie Lu!" He pushes his younger brother Chen Tianyou to greet them as well.

Chen Ming and Xiaohong break out into laughter, while Feng Qingxue blushes.

With a guest at home, Xiaohong goes straight into the kitchen to get busy after greeting them.

Other city residents either cram multiple families into a large mixed yard, or have several families living in Tube Buildings, with a tiny space shared by a large family, with situations of ten or more people living in 30 to 40 square meters being quite common. However, Chen Ming’s home is a small courtyard bought for him by Lu’s father when they got married, and after the founding of the republic, because of his contributions and status, no one dared covet his house.

Feng Qingxue hands the items she carried to the two children and goes to help in the kitchen.

"Sis, you’re a guest, you can’t be in the kitchen." Seeing Feng Qingxue, Xiaohong quickly ushers her to sit in the living room and have some tea.

With a smile, Feng Qingxue says, "Sis, I’m not in the men’s conversation, so I might as well be your kitchen hand." freёwebnoѵel.com

Hearing this, Xiaohong had no choice but to let it be.

Entering the kitchen, Feng Qingxue noticed that it had a similar stove to the Lu family’s, with a large and a small pot on it, and a rusty coal stove on the side. On top of the coal stove sat a large copper kettle, steam constantly rising from the spout. Honeycomb coal was neatly piled in the corner, and there were two broken wooden buckets, from which spring onion sprouts were flourishing on the soil, already snipped off in a small portion.

Turnips and cabbage, which every household would store for the winter, are brought up from the cellar in the morning. There’s a pile of potatoes of varying sizes, and Xiaohong lifts the copper kettle to pour hot water into a basin, adds cold water, and efficiently washes seven or eight turnips and a large cabbage. She also cuts a large bunch of spring onion sprouts and washes them clean, then peels and washes the potatoes.

Though Feng Qingxue claimed to be a kitchen hand, she was as occupied as Xiaohong, washing and slicing vegetables non-stop.

Once the vegetables are chopped, the coal stove and the coal stove are all fired up, the latter revealing a small two-eared pot when its door was opened.

Xiaohong scoops a large piece of lard from the oil jar into the pot. As soon as it hits the hot pot, it melts and fills the whole room with its aroma.

Cabbage stew with glass noodles, clear stewed radish slices, spring onion scrambled eggs, and hot and sour shredded potatoes are each prepared in hearty quantities.

"The kids love their meat, but Chen’s pork ration for the month was finished a long time ago. I feel bad for not being able to offer any meat when you visit." Even though that day’s meal would consume three days’ worth of their home ration, Xiaohong still felt extremely embarrassed.

Feng Qingxue hurriedly said with a laugh, "Sis, there’s no need to be so polite. Who doesn’t know about the current shortage of supplies? Whether we have meat or not, being able to have our fill is a blessing. Ajiang brought me here to visit Brother Chen and you so that I could get to know you both better, making it more convenient for future visits, and avoiding awkward situations where we might not recognize each other. If we were to get angry over not having a piece of meat to eat, what kind of people would we be?"

Hearing these words, Xiaohong’s face blooms into an unceasing smile, and she feels particularly relaxed. Everyone likes considerate guests.

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