Unlimited supplies: Bringing space to the supermarket to keep the right minister

Chapter 99 Why don't you pinch your men?

Sun took the silver for Yu Changhe and asked Yu Changhe to go out and buy cotton clothes for Zhao Erya.

Although Zhao Erya was wiping here and there with a rag, her ears were always listening to the words of the members of the Yu family.

Knowing that Yu Changhe was going to buy her a cotton coat, she stopped wiping the ashes, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

How many years has she not worn clothes?She doesn't even remember.

It was always worn by her mother, so she changed it to her elder sister.

Her eldest sister wore it, and put a few patches on it for her to wear.

Originally, I thought that those who stayed in the Yu family would definitely have a worse life than before.

She even thought about the days when she could only drink brown rice soup every day, but she had endless work.

It's just that she didn't expect the Yu family to treat her better than her own parents.

Zhao Erya wiped away her tears and made up her mind.In the future, he will treat Yu Changhe and Sun Shi as filial piety as his own parents.

"Ah, don't rub it."

Yu Xiaolian beckoned Zhao Erya into the west room.

As soon as Zhao Erya entered the west room, she saw a lot of strange-shaped things on the kang, which she had never seen before.

Yu Xiaolian took the white empty porcelain jar on the shelf, and took a large bottle of shampoo, unscrewed the pump, and showed it to Zhao Erya.

"Just press it like this. After it is full, take this small spoon to smooth it out, then cover the lid, apply this glue stick on the label paper, and stick it like this."

"This way, the lotus pattern is on it."

Zhao Erya seemed at a loss at first, but then she got more and more comfortable.

Out of curiosity, she asked Yu Xiaolian why she didn't see these things in the Westinghouse this morning?

Yu Xiaolian stared at Zhao Erya meaningfully, "If you want to stay in my house, just two things, talk less and do more."

"I see."

Zhao Erya decided that she would firmly suppress her curiosity.

If she was kicked out by the Yu family because of her talkativeness, it would be too late for her to regret it.

A large bottle of [-] liters of shampoo was divided into three cans by them.

Zhao Erya was in charge of pressing and bottling, and Yu Xiaolian was in charge of labeling and recording the number of bottles dispensed.

After dispensing the shampoo, they started to adjust the conditioner again.

It had to be said that Zhao Erya was much faster at work than Yu Xiaolian.

And just looking at it, Yu Xiaolian was very satisfied with this helper.

Yu Changhe bought two cotton coats for Zhao Erya. Although they were made of coarse cloth, the cotton was very thick, so it was no problem to survive the winter.

He also bought a thick quilt for Zhao Erya, and put them together on the Westinghouse Kang.

Yu Xiaolian asked Zhao Erya to stop what she was doing and try on the newly bought clothes.

Zhao Erya was so old that she hadn't worn the ready-made clothes in the shop yet. She felt like she was dreaming when she touched the clean and soft cotton clothes.

Under the urging of Sun Shi and Yu Xiaolian, Zhao Erya changed into a new cotton coat and trousers.

"The clothes fit quite well, but the trousers are a bit long." Mrs. Sun squatted down and measured Zhao Erya's trousers, "Take it off, and I'll change it for you."

"Auntie, it's a pity to cut these new trousers. I can roll them up and wear them."

As Zhao Erya said that, she bent down and rolled up her cotton trousers.

Mrs. Sun still wanted to say something, so Erya Zhao ran to work again, for fear that Mrs. Sun would cut off a piece of her new trousers.

Yu Xiaolian dragged Yu Changhe to the backyard, told him that he wanted Zhao Erya to live in the warehouse, and asked Yu Changhe if he could build another small kang in the warehouse.

Originally thought that Yu Changhe should agree unconditionally, but Yu Changhe said that it is already cold and not suitable for building a kang, so he wanted Zhao Erya and Yu Xiaolian to live in the same house.

Yu Xiaolian couldn't help it, the single-person dormitory turned into a double-person dormitory.

In most of the day, Yu Xiaolian and Zhao Erya finished the daily cosmetics.

At noon, Zhao Erya took the initiative to ask Ying to cook, and they also wanted to try Zhao Erya's cooking, so they agreed.

When they came to the kitchen, Zhao Erya looked back and forth in several grain bags.

"What are you looking for? If you can't find you, just ask me."

Zhao Erya was a little embarrassed, and said a little embarrassedly, "I see that the bag is either white rice or yellow rice. Where is the brown rice?"

"There is no brown rice, our family doesn't eat brown rice." After finally getting rid of the rough grains in his throat, Yu Xiaolian didn't want to eat any more.

"Ah?" Zhao Erya asked with a surprised expression, "Then eat fine grains every day?"

Yu Xiaolian nodded, "Yes."

Zhao Erya was secretly startled, she ate white rice and white noodles, even Zhengma Dashan's family in Hewan Village wouldn't dare to eat like that?

Thinking that Yu Xiaolian said to talk less and do more, Zhao Erya didn't dare to ask anyone else, scooped up two bowls of rice, and started to wash the rice.

Yu Xiaolian originally thought that Zhao Erya, who was born and bred, should know more than her, and her skills should be better than her.

As a result, the food served by Zhao Erya disappointed her greatly.

It is said that it is porridge, not porridge, and it is still sticky when it is said that it is dry rice.

The dish is a soup made of potatoes, with no oil on it.

With so many ingredients in the kitchen, how can it be made like this?
Fortunately, she still has expectations for Zhao Erya, this skill is not as good as hers!
Well done, don't do it next time!

Yu Xiaolian ate a few mouthfuls, then put down the bowl and chopsticks, but Zhao Erya ate deliciously, as if the food she made herself was so delicious.

After lunch, Mrs. Sun asked Yu Xiaolian to change her clothes and prepare to go to Gao's house in a while.

The days are short now, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Sun called Shangyu Xiaolian to prepare to go there.

As soon as they went out, they bumped into Su Jingchen, who was dressed in white and had a cold and stern face.

After asking, I found out that the married Gao Fusheng was a classmate of Su Jingchen Academy.

Before the few of them entered the courtyard, there was a festive suona sound from the entrance of the alley.

The welcoming team stopped at the door of Gao's house. Gao Fusheng wore a big red flower on his chest, and his face was beaming.

Under Xi Po's guidance, Gao Fusheng kicked the car door a few times before opening the car curtain and reaching out to pick up the bride who was covered with a red hijab.

"Quick, go pinch the bride!"

Someone in the crowd yelled, and a group of half-grown children ran to the bride like a swarm, and pinched her.

Yu Xiaolian's eyes widened in astonishment, she thought the bride would get angry, but she didn't.

So, is it customary to pinch a bride?

Yu Xiaolian couldn't help complaining, "Vulgar!"

"It means auspiciousness, and the more you pinch, the more blessings you have. Even if it hurts, the bride can't get angry." Su Jingchen explained.

Yu Xiaolian rolled her eyes, "You can put it down, this is the in-law's disguise to give the bride a false prestige. Why doesn't Tujili pinch your men?"

Yu Xiaolian saw a few people ruthlessly pinching the bride's body, and felt sorry for the bride in her heart.So as soon as Su Jingchen explained, she couldn't control it and got angry at Su Jingchen.

Su Jingchen, "..."

I was speechless.

Next, when the bride passed the brazier, someone sprinkled hot peppers in the burning brazier, and the choking bride coughed non-stop.

Yu Xiaolian was so far away that she was so choked by the spicy smoke that she didn't dare to breathe, so she took out a handkerchief to cover her mouth and nose.

Oh my god, what kind of custom is this? According to her, these so-called customs are actually for the purpose of torturing the bride.

(End of this chapter)