Compared to Zhao Mingfang, Wang Jiao, spoiled by Wang Zhengguo and Miao Fengqin, was a hundred times better!
Although Wang Jiao was a bit off before she lost her memory, clamoring to marry Lu Jiang and threatening her parents by running away from home, she was entirely different after her amnesia. She might be a little lazy and fond of food, but she wasn’t brazen and vicious like Zhao Mingfang. Moreover, under the lure of delicious food, Wang Jiao had gradually corrected some of her bad habits.
To be fond of food in an era of scarcity was quite normal, not exactly a bad habit.
When Wang Jiao, who came to see Feng Qingxue under the pretext of bringing vegetables, saw Feng Qingxue’s smiling face and her even more enthusiastic attitude towards herself, she couldn’t help but ask, "What good thing did I do?"
Seeing Wang Jiao, Feng Qingxue was also surprised, "Cousin, did you come to see me specifically?"
"Yes! Tianjun said you wouldn’t be going home this week, so I came to find you." Wang Jiao lifted the basket she had brought, "Didn’t you love eating sautéed goji sprouts with oil and salt? I picked a lot, very tender, and also cut two bundles of chives and garlic sprouts, so you don’t have to buy vegetables in the city every day. A penny a pound, enough to buy a box of matches."
Wang Cuilan had a good impression of Wang Jiao, "You’re Jiaojiao, right? Thank you for thinking of us, stay for lunch."
Upon hearing this, Wang Jiao stole glances at Feng Qingxue from corner of her eye, over and over again.
The latter knew her too well and said with a smile, "Aunt, my cousin must have a favor to ask me, we’ll go out for a walk, and we won’t be back for lunch, Xibao, you and Grandma Cheng please take care."
Just as Wang Cuilan was about to comment that it was much cheaper to eat at home than outside, she realized that Feng Qingxue must have her own intentions for doing so, and didn’t object, "Don’t worry about Xibao at home, in a few days, Xibao will be one-year-old on the eighth of April, which coincides with Labor Day, we should celebrate it well."
"There’s still about ten days left, no rush!"
After saying that, when Xibao wasn’t looking, Feng Qingxue swiftly pulled Wang Jiao out the door, heading straight for the state-run restaurant.
Upon reaching, Wang Jiao immediately beamed and obediently waited for the waiter to serve them, even just to hand them the menu, "Xiaoxue, you’re like a roundworm in my belly, how can you be so sweet?"
Zhang Yuejin was busy thinking about buying milk powder for Goudan this month and didn’t get her any delicacies, humph!
"Cousin, you’re here to eat, don’t say such disgusting things, a roundworm isn’t something good!" Feng Qingxue responded while asking the waiter about today’s dishes "The staple food is still ten steamed buns, for the dishes, bean sprouts and vermicelli soup, stir-fried bean sprouts with pork and steamed egg with minced meat, that’s all the dishes for today, right? If so, we’ll take these three."
Today’s main dish at the state-run restaurant was yellow bean sprouts and a little bit of pork that had been hard won, half of which had already been pre-ordered by others.
Feng Qingxue and Wang Jiao had arrived early and got the last pound of pork since it was still not mealtime.
The waiter smiled, "There’s also a pig’s trotter, braised pig’s trotter, only one cent."
"Then bring it to us!" Feng Qingxue responded without hesitation.
So, Wang Jiao grabbed the pig’s trotter with both hands, munching happily with oil all around her mouth, "Xiaoxue, aren’t you going to eat? It’s strange; you often don’t eat meat, yet you’re not skinny at all, your skin is white and rosy."
Feng Qingxue would never tell her that she often satisfies her hunger with cooked food from her space, which is why she appears to have a small appetite to others.