Chronicle of the 70s

A week later, everything in the courtyard house was tidily sorted out, even the peeling door outside had been meticulously oiled by Qin Xi.

Qin Xi and Qin Zhen lived in the east and west side rooms at the back, and Qin Zhen was thrilled to have his own room for the first time, although it was still at Grandpa Li’s, it was still his very first own house.

The house was all set, and the first delivery of grain, steel, carbon, and vegetables in the capital was received. Li Xianglu cooked everyone a lavish dinner using the copper pot.

On the bottom layer were cabbage, vermicelli, tofu, dried bean curd, and wood ear mushrooms; on top were fried meatballs, processed semi-cooked spare ribs and chicken pieces. A large pot of bone broth was poured in, and with the heat turned high, it wasn’t long before it started bubbling and the aroma of meat filled the air.

Qin Zhen immediately felt that Li Xianglu hadn’t lied to him, he was truly satisfied with this meal, all the grievances from the past days of hard work were replenished. At this moment, he hesitated whether going to Shanghai for studies was the right decision, were the delicacies there really as plentiful as in the capital?

With school about to start, Qin Xi and Qin Zhen had been staying outside for five or six days. That day after dinner, the two brothers rode their bicycles back.

Sitting behind on the bicycle seat, Qin Zhen, with a belly full of food, uncomfortably said, "Brother, my stomach feels like it’s going to explode!"

Qin Xi had no solution for his brother’s perennially childish demeanor; he remembered that in his past life, this guy remained the same even in his twenties. Although he had changed a lot in this life, his personality seemed immutable. But speaking of which, that girl’s cooking skills were unquestionably top-notch, even a restrained person like himself overate.

Thinking of the girl’s face flushed from the heat of the cooking pot, he felt a fiery impatience surge through him.