There is Room For Abandoned Women In the 1980s

Chapter 978: Seeing flowers in the smoke, unable to see clearly

"Good."

 Gu Changfeng gave a faint compliment and left with a heavy face. From the beginning to the end, he never mentioned Xinyue's injury, nor did he ask Pan Dahai to take care of her. However, the low pressure released from his body made Pan Dahai deeply uneasy.

He kept watching Gu Changfeng's back walking away before he looked back at Zheng Xinyue, no longer thinking about assigning her work.

“Zheng Xinyue, your hand is injured. You are not required to do the work outside. Go back and settle the accounts. We will take stock tomorrow.”

 “Thank you, Management Pan.”

Zheng Xinyue hurriedly thanked him. This was Pan Dahai giving her the green light!

Zheng Xinyue is popular in the cafeteria and is not lazy at all. There was even a scene where Gu Changfeng personally sent Zheng Xinyue back. No one had any objections to Pan Dahai's arrangement.

Zheng Xinyue got an afternoon of rest. There was no one in the cafeteria. She locked the door of the office and went into the space to heal her wounds. Although she only cut her hand, the wound was very deep and the pain was throbbing. She would not feel it if there was river water. Let yourself suffer more!

 The work that needs to be done to get well as soon as possible cannot be neglected and cannot be taken care of all the time.

 Untie the gauze and soak the injured hand in water. The pain was instantly relieved and the warmth was very comfortable. In just a few minutes, the wound became lighter and lighter.

Zheng Xinyue was sitting by the river, thinking about her third brother all the time. She always felt that Chen Rongfa was protecting Wang Yuzhu, so she took everything on herself.

 But what is the purpose of doing this?

 A worker has lost his job after being taken advantage of by Wang Yuzhu, but he will still protect him wholeheartedly?

 Promised monetary benefits? I have lost my job, but it is an iron rice bowl. Why is it worthless?

 My head hurts after thinking about it. I always feel that I am close to the truth, but it is like seeing flowers in a fog and I cannot see clearly.

If she couldn't figure it out, she just gave it up. The injury on her finger had healed, and there wasn't even a scar. Zheng Xinyue wasn't busy wrapping gauze. Her husband was boiling tea eggs and steaming buns on the pot. She had to prepare something for him on the way to Changfeng's night train. of eating.

After steaming the steamed buns, Zheng Xinyue’s eyes fell on the group of leisurely old hens.

The old hens looked at Zheng Xinyue warily, with murderous intent! After stealing their children, you still want to kill them, oh, my husband! Why are you never there when I need you?

There was a tremor in the space. Zheng Xinyue endured the fear in her heart and killed a chicken with her own hands. In the past, Chang Feng or Third Brother did this job.

 After killing the chicken and cleaning it, she stuffed various seasonings into the chicken's belly. She would be extremely grateful for her precious space and the materials she could waste.

The boiled tea eggs can be soaked in a basin to taste, and the steamed buns are picked out and put into the basin. She bought these basins little by little, and now the space has become a primitive canteen that is beginning to take shape.

There was soybean oil in the space that she exchanged for soybeans. She cleaned the large pot and poured oil into it. There were plenty of soybeans, but changing the oil was troublesome. Such a large pot of soybean oil was the result of her secretly changing it a dozen times.

When the oil was 50% warm, she put the chicken into the pot and fried it. She killed two chickens and put them in the pot together for frying.

 This was her favorite thing to buy and eat in modern times. She also learned from recipes, but gave up because it was too troublesome and she couldn't buy all the ingredients.

　Today was the first time she made it, and she didn’t know if she could make it taste the same as the one bought at the deli.

 After the chicken is fried, it needs to be pressed with special seasonings in a pressure cooker. This way, the chicken is crispy and falls off the bones. The aroma will make people drool the moment the pot is opened.

Chef Zheng was concentrating on cooking delicious food. Making Fuli Chicken took up a lot of time. It was her first time making it. She was afraid that she wouldn't make it well, so she concentrated on the chicken and didn't pay attention to how long it took her to enter the space.

 (End of this chapter)