Chapter 249 - 241: 90s Powder
"Brother Wei Wen, who is this person?" Tian Xinhua deeply resented Xu Feifei for speaking about Tian Sisi in such a frivolous tone and started to inquire about this person’s background.
"She’s called Xu Feifei, a Beijing Intellectual from the same batch as me. This woman is no good, you just stay away from her when you see her." Hu Weiwen spoke with evident disgust when mentioning Xu Feifei, and Tian Sisi immediately understood what he meant.
Hu Weiwen seemed quite familiar with the people in the cafeteria. As soon as he entered, he greeted them and also introduced Tian Sisi and the others. A baby-faced young man said with a smile, "Wei Wen, you and your siblings really picked a day; today we have 90s Powder to eat."
"Oh wow, that’s just fantastic, I was just worrying how to present these large potatoes! Come, come, I have some good stuff for you to eat."
Hu Weiwen took out two cucumbers from his chest and broke them in half, handing each of the four men in the cafeteria a piece. Baby-face’s eyes lit up, and he stuffed the cucumber into his mouth, juice dripping everywhere. In no time, he finished half a cucumber, and the other three were just the same. After eating, a thirty-something man wiped his mouth and said to baby-face, "Put aside some extra 90s Powder steamed buns for Hu Weiwen later," to which baby-face happily agreed, winking at Hu Weiwen.
"Brother Wei Wen, what’s 90s Powder?" Tian Sisi couldn’t help but ask; she had heard of post-80s and post-90s, but she truly had never heard of something called 90s Powder.
Hu Weiwen chuckled, explaining in a low voice, "We have three types of flour here. The enriched flour is for leaders like my third uncle, the eighty flour is standard-grade for city residents, and our battalion eats 90s Powder, which is ninety pounds of flour from a hundred pounds of wheat. Though it’s a bit coarse, it’s better than potatoes, and we only get to eat it five or six times throughout the whole year!"
"So this is basically like eating bran, isn’t it?" Tian Qinghua couldn’t help but interject.
"What do you mean eating bran? Bran isn’t as delicious as these big buns we have. Young comrade, thinking about how tough it was for the Red Army with their 25,000-strong force, aren’t we having a sweet life now with food and shelter, and even big buns to eat?"
Baby-face brought over a large basin of dark steamed buns and potatoes. Hearing Tian Qinghua’s remark, he couldn’t help but laugh and told Hu Weiwen and the others to hurry up and finish eating the buns, lest others see and it becomes an issue.