In the morning, Du Xiaoju felt like she had taken a hot bath. Until the tide dissipated, her face was still hot.

Lying quietly in Qin Dong's arms, she remembered what Jia Lian said in "Dream of Red Mansions", "...It's just last night, I just wanted to change my face, so you twisted your hands and feet."

Du Xiaoju felt her heart beating again. When Qin Dong leaned over again, she also spat at Qin Dong like Sister Feng, raised her body and wanted to get up.

Today is Sunday, and neither of them has to go to work. Qin Dong put her slender waist from behind. They were in a lingering mood, and the knocker at the door of the door was slapped twice, "Xiao Ju, Da Dong, have dinner."

"I understand." Hearing his mother's voice, Du Xiaoju immediately got rid of Qin Dong's entanglement in fear and shouted outside the door.

"Oh, there is a phone call at home. How great is it to call me? This made the neighbors hear it and know that we are sleeping in again..." Qin Dong leaned on the head of the bed with a smile, "What are you panic? We are all married, we are legal couples!"

They are legal couples and newlyweds. They are now the time to mix oil in honey. Life always passes too fast. Du Xiaoju glanced at the clock and it was already 7:30.

"Get up quickly, dad must be anxious." Du Yuan never sleeps in, and he does not allow Du Xiaoju and Du Xiaoshu to sleep in.

The spring is bright and the sun is very soft. Walking side by side with Qin Dong in the alley, saying hello to neighbors from time to time, Du Xiaoju feels very sweet in her heart. Such days are as dull as water, but they also contain happiness.

Turning into the gate of the Du family, the canna in front of the screen wall is opening grandly.

Du Yuan bowed his waist and used red paint to depict the words "Crane and Deer in Spring" on the screen wall. In recent years, fewer and fewer masters have written red letters on the screen wall, and some old industries have disappeared silently.

"Du Suo, you quit smoking and drinking, what's the point of living?" The neighbor uncle greeted Qin Dong with a smile, but made fun of Du Yuanlai.

"Get your body well and live for two more years," Du Yuan put down the brush in his hand, "Eat something here?"

"No, I've eaten it, Xiaoju, I heard it, your dad is waiting to hold his grandson..."

Du Xiaoju's face suddenly turned red, but he met Du Xiaoshu who was blinking towards him, "Xiaoju, why did you get up?" He imitated his appearance, and his tone was also like an adult's tone, "We are waiting for you to have dinner, I ate two pieces of peach crisps and padded them."

"Go, I'm not too old or too young with your sister," Xiaoju's mother was pickling duck eggs into a black porcelain jar. The duck eggs were all the best, and were sent by villagers from Yanjiadu.

She stopped her son and turned to the kitchen and said, "Last summer's tomato sauce, this is the last bottle. We ate tomato paste this morning."

Storing food has always been an excellent tradition for hard-working people. Cabbage is stored in winter, pork is stored in the twelfth lunar month, duck eggs or eggs are marinated in spring, and various vegetables are more common in summer. Some places make cucumbers, and some places like to make tomato sauce.

Especially in the north in the 1980s and 1990s, almost every household made tomato sauce because it is simple to make and easy to store, and will not break even after being stored for a year.

Du Xiaoju also followed in the kitchen, quickly smashed the eggs and fryed them, cut the scallions and stir-fried them, poured them in soybean sprouts and stir-fried them. Xiaoju's mother quickly opened the glass glucose bottle for dripping, and poured the tomatoes inside into the pot...

The old-fashioned tomato sauce is a food full of age, a food that reminds you of your mother, a happiness, and a special memory, and it belongs to this unique era.

After boiling the tomatoes in the pot for more than ten minutes, Du Xiaoju put the fried eggs on them, and Qin Dong could already smell the fragrance in the yard.

"Old Du, stop doing it, eat." Xiao Ju's mother's noodles were also ready.

Du Xiaoju put a bowl of noodles in front of her father, and then served two bowls for Qin Dong and Du Xiaoshu, "Sister, give me some more braised rice." Du Xiaoshu looked at the tomatoes in the pot.

"Eat your noodles." Du Yuan's eyes were filled with sausage when eating noodles, but his expression immediately calmed down. The tomatoes were sour and the eggs were really delicious. The taste was refreshing. The tomatoes were not sour and the eggs were smooth and tender.

"Dadong, eat more." Xiaoju's mother smiled and scooped a spoonful of braised rice for Qin Dong, which made Du Xiaoshu murmured in a low voice, "I forgot my son with my son..."

Qin Dong didn't hear it. He was eating noodles in big mouthfuls. You should know that in this era when vegetables in greenhouses were not popular, you could eat tomatoes and braised noodles in winter and spring next year. This is a kind of happiness. It is not enough to eat three big bowls at a time.

Du Xiaoju took a few bites of noodles, but stood up again, "Mom, where is the sesame oil?"

"Look, I don't know where the sesame oil is just two days after getting married!" Du Xiaoshu teased, but when Du Yuan looked up at him, he had already lowered his head again.

"Add some sesame oil." Du Xiaoju used a sesame oil bottle to drip two drops into his father's bowl, and two more drops into Qin Dong's bowl.

Qin Dong stirred it with chopsticks, made hot noodles with tomato sauce, added an appropriate amount of vinegar, and dripped a little sesame oil. He whispered it gently, and said, it was so fragrant, "It tastes delicious."

"Sister, add some sesame oil to me..." Du Xiaoshu shouted, Du Xiaoju gestured the bottle to his neck, and Du Xiaoshu immediately shrank his neck.

On this leisurely morning, the family quietly ate noodles, with sour, sweet, fragrant and full of flavors. Du Xiaoju smiled when eating noodles. It turns out that this is life!

Well, hello, life! I like this kind of life!

"I heard that grain and oil are going to increase money again." Du Yuan ate very quickly, and Xiaoju's mother gave him another bowl of noodles soup. Looking at the noodles, Xiaoju's mother nagged.

"If it goes up, it's up. Banks have savings to maintain value. Buying grain is similar to depositing money in the bank, and it saves more money to buy grain and grow insects." Qin Dong smiled and took the noodle soup from his mother-in-law's hand, and the original soup was transformed into raw food. The older generation paid attention to it.

Du Yuan grinned and hissed, "I have suffered a lot from buying in recent years, so I won't buy it."

"These few days, I heard that I don't need to buy some food books." After Xiaoju's mother waited for the family to have dinner, she finally sat at the table.

Qin Dong smiled and said, "The grain is free, so buy rice and white flour at will!"

"Really, I don't need to buy grain?" Xiaoju's mother widened her eyes and stopped eating noodles. "I don't believe it. I started to measure the amount of pounds of coarse grains and fine grains. The difference between us urban people and rural people is the grain money?"

"Mom, times have changed," Qin Dong smiled, "In the future, no food, grain, oil tickets, cloth tickets, and industrial tickets will be seen!"

"Oh, I'm really a little uncomfortable," Xiaoju's mother looked very sad. She looked at the sesame oil bottle. "In the past, sesame oil tickets were issued during festivals. Ju'er, remember, there are small red lanterns on it. I wouldn't spend them anymore. I'll leave a few as a souvenir."

"In the past, only two taels of sesame oil were spent all year round, and you had to dip it in chopsticks. Are you willing to spend it?" Du Yuan pushed the bowl and stood up. "Now you have money, buy whatever you want. You can drink it with a bottle of sesame oil. Xiaoshu, let your brother-in-law eat it slowly and work with me."

"Dad, I'll do it..." Qin Dong ate three bowls of noodles, and had strength all over his body. He took the brush from Du Yuan's hand, "Xiaoshu, do it with me."

Du Xiaoshu was very happy. He painted the wall with paint, and his face looked silly from time to time. Qin Dong asked in surprise, "I've eaten honey, why are you smirking?"

"It's okay, brother-in-law, I'll go into the room and turn on the tape recorder." After Du Xiaoju got married, Du Xiaoshu occupied Du Xiaoju's room. He turned on the single-card recorder, and Qi Qin's song was immediately released from the tape recorder, "I am a wolf from the north..."

Seeing that he was tinkering inside again, Du Yuan followed in. Du Xiaoshu pressed the tape recorder with a "crack" and suddenly turned around and was startled, "Dad, why are you walking silently?"
Chapter completed!