usatvline Chapter 332 Grandma who got the news
Chapter 332 Grandma who got the news
Anjiu thought this was a great idea, with grandma and he playing the good cop and the bad cop respectively.
Saves a lot of trouble.
After selling the lunch boxes, the two hurried back to the house. The temperature dropped rapidly tonight and their hands were still a little cold.
"It looks like the temperature will drop significantly tonight, so sleep with two layers of quilts."
Anjiu took out a sweater and a pair of fleece pants, and only after changing into them did he feel a lot warmer.
Ever since she started reselling lunch boxes to easily earn contribution points, grandma no longer has to go out to work. Besides, there is less work now, so there is really no need to compete for opportunities with people who need jobs more.
Grandma was already weak, and if she caught a cold, the little flesh she had grown with great difficulty would be consumed again. She couldn't bear to see her grandma suffer, so she would rather work harder herself.
However, Anjiu discovered that she was still not idle. In addition to cooking and cleaning the house, she also altered some loose clothes, took out the silk cotton in the clothes, and made small quilted vests suitable for two people to wear.
Except for a few pieces left for two people to replace, the rest were all sold on the black market.
Once, while she was at home drinking wine, she took apart a sweater with thick stitches that did not keep her warm at all, wrapped the yarn around her arms to make a ball of yarn, and tried to knit it tighter.
Otherwise, the cold wind will blow through and it will have no warmth retention.
Anjiu didn't want her grandma to be too lonely at home, so she bought her a set of knitting needles, which happened to come with a tutorial picture of various knitting methods. She let her grandma figure it out slowly, since winter is so long anyway.
Grandma lit a fire to prepare cooking, using the coal and alcohol blocks that Anjiu had brought out. As for the leaves and branches that had been burned up long ago.
The bright fire dispelled the darkness in the room and gradually made it warmer.
Anjiu took out a piece of frozen beef from the space and soaked it in water to thaw it. By the way, he told his grandmother what happened at school today.
Grandma was shocked when she heard this. "You're going to cook and sell it to them? And you're selling it for 60 yuan a portion? Are they really going to buy it?"
"Well, including the fruit, the total contribution value is 80."
The money I earned from my classmates alone was eight hundred a day, plus the six hundred I earned from reselling lunch boxes, for a total of fourteen hundred, enough to cover a month’s rent in one day.
Moreover, she used a copy card, so as not to consume the inventory in her own space.
It seems like a good deal, but it won't last long. Just get through the winter safely first.
Anjiu found some potatoes and some dried beans and prepared to stew the beef. There were two large-capacity soup pots in the space, which were perfect for making a big pot of rice.
Grandma is cooking dinner for two people tonight. She looks a little confused, as if she hasn't realized yet. A few months ago, she was extremely poor and frowning because she couldn't find a job, but now her contribution points are pouring into the house like water?
After hurriedly finishing dinner, Anjiu cut the thawed beef into small pieces, waited for the water in the pot to boil and the blood to drain out, then served the beef and set it aside.
Other side dishes should also be cut and covered tightly to prevent dust from getting in.
In the early morning, Anjiu got up quietly, lit a fire in the dark, and planned to steam the rice first.
At this time, there was a rustling sound from the other side of the bed, and it was grandma who got up.
"Grandma, go to sleep. I can do it myself."
"It's okay. I can't sleep when I'm old. I'll help you."
An Jiu knew that he couldn't persuade her, so he stopped talking.
I took out the disposable lunch box I bought at the supermarket yesterday and placed it on the stool. As soon as the copy card was refreshed, I copied a durian honey first.
This thing is big and has a lot of flesh, but it's a little troublesome to peel the flesh.
After grandma steamed the rice, Anjiu gave her a pair of gloves and taught her how to peel the rice faster and more completely, and then arranged it neatly in a small transparent box.
A total of twenty small boxes were peeled out, and the rest of the wine was shared by An and grandma, who ate up all of it.
After the second copy card became usable, she copied the cabin and still stuck the copied door in the middle of the wall, so that from the outside, no one could notice that there was an extra door.
Then, he moved some of the frozen meat boxes that filled the space to the copy room.
After giving the steamed rice to grandma to pack into boxes, Anjiu started to stew the beef.
Heat the pan with cold oil, add onions and garlic until the oil is hot and stir-fry until fragrant, then pour in the beef cubes...
Grandma memorized every step clearly in her mind. She really wasn't very good at cooking. Even though the ingredients were the same and the process was the same, the food she cooked wasn't as delicious as Xiaojiu's.
But she had to learn. She felt that as long as she put her heart into it, there was nothing she couldn't learn.
The beef stewed slowly, so the side dishes had to be added later. Grandma knew what to do next, so she asked Anjiu to catch up on her sleep so that she wouldn't be lacking energy for class.
I am most sleepy at 3 or 4 o'clock. After adding salt to the wine, I yawned, fell on the bed and fell asleep in three seconds.
Grandma would turn the pot over from time to time to prevent the bottom from getting burnt, and she would keep an eye on the vegetables after putting them in, for fear that they would be overcooked.
After stewing, she didn't even ask for wine. She carefully put the meat and vegetables evenly into the lunch box, covered it with a lid, and stacked it neatly in a bag.
She was reluctant to throw away the remaining soup, so she added some water to dilute it and started kneading the dough and rolling noodles.
By the time the noodles were cooked, it was almost daybreak. She looked at the time and wanted Anjiu to sleep for five more minutes. After serving a large bowl of noodles, she tiptoed out and knocked on the door next door.
Pu Huai, who opened the door, was holding a dry biscuit with only a few bites left in his hand. He was surprised to see his grandmother holding a bowl of hot noodles, "You... come in first."
Grandma put the bowl on the table. "You're out so early? And you're only eating this? Put it down and eat the noodles. I've put a few more pieces of meat in it for you."
The dry biscuit in Pu Huai's hand was taken away, and a pair of chopsticks was stuffed into his hand.
Looking at the steam rising from the edge of the bowl, he sat down with the help of his grandmother, picked up the bowl, blew away the heat, and took a sip of the soup first.
He paused, "Made of wine?"
Grandma: "Well, Xiaojiu got up early to cook."
——She is telling the truth.
Pu Huai seemed to curl the corners of his lips, but soon regained his composure and ate his meal. "How is she doing in school recently? Has she been bullied by her classmates?"
"No," Grandma squinted her eyes and smiled, "Xiaojiu is popular and gets along well with his classmates."
——And I’m ordering dinner with Xiaojiu!
"That's good. When I'm done with my work in a few days, I'll see if I can help her with her homework."
He ate the noodles in big mouthfuls, leaving no soup behind. After finishing the soft bowl of noodles, his whole body felt warm.
Before leaving, grandma worriedly reminded him, "It's snowing outside, wear more clothes, don't catch a cold and get sick."
Pu Huai followed her to lock the door, and nodded, "You and Xiaojiu should also wear more clothes."
After the two separated, grandma hurried back to wake up Anjiu, served her some food, and then reached her hand out of the window to feel the temperature outside.
"It's snowing?" Anjiu's voice was filled with sleepiness.
She held the bowl and ate noodles in a daze, looking out at the wasteland covered with a layer of white gauze.
Grandma quickly closed the window to prevent the cold wind from blowing on her, reached out to touch Anjiu's collar, and pinched his trouser leg.
She shook her head: "No, this won't work. You're wearing too little. You need to wear more!"
Anjiu suddenly sobered up.
After finishing his meal in a few bites, he took out a thin down jacket, and after repeatedly assuring that he was not cold, he carried the bag and went out.