"Comrade Ke doesn't charge me the hard work for cooking, otherwise I'll give her the tickets in my salary. Anyway, those tickets are not available, and it will be a waste if they expire." Huang Ran had to pay the hard work when the catfish was cooked just now. Ke Baijia confiscated and said that this meal would be treated as a help from her friends, which made Huang Ran feel embarrassed and thought about what to give.

"It's true, your ticket alone is probably not enough to make clothes, I still have it." Shang Zhenqing said.

The girl's family must be inseparable from the expectation and joy of making new clothes.

On the other hand, Ke Baijia was also thinking about how to do the bitter rice.

Of course, it is so unpleasant that it is so unpleasant that it is so unpleasant that it is for innocent steel factory workers who are designated to eat the bitter rice, so it requires the bitter rice that looks bad and tastes good.

When it comes to eating one of the ingredients for the bitter rice: leaves, the first thing she thought of was elm seeds. Similarly, there are leaves and petals such as locust flowers that have a fragrance and tenderness that can be eaten. Otherwise, use these to make the bitter rice for the workers?

The sour and smelly smells include durian, sour bamboo shoots, Chinese toon, Houttuynia cordata, etc. By the way, the Hezhiwang stinky tofu fermented bean curd she had seen on the first floor of the mall, which should be all available.

Ke Baijia was thinking about this and asked Uncle Ke what smelled smelly and tasted delicious.

Uncle Ke couldn't tell me why, and he didn't know much more than Ke Baijia.

Ke Baijia planned to experiment. When he went back in the evening, he made a rice ball on the small stove, made of Houttuynia cordata and sour bamboo shoots. The smell was so fragrant when it was released.

The two brothers, Wang Weiguo and the people, were confident in their sister Jia Jia's craftsmanship, and they also retreated and dared not come out of the house.

Ke Baijia laughed and opened it and ate the special steamed buns.

The taste is a little heavy, so it doesn't seem necessary to add salt to season.

Uncle Ke and Aunt Ke are adults after all. They tried to eat this dark steamed bun. In addition to Aunt Ke's feeling that the taste of Houttuynia cordata needs to be endured, they also felt that the steamed bun looked ugly and smelled bad, and tasted OK.

Ke Baijia didn't hide it and talked about the steel factory. Uncle Ke suddenly realized: "No wonder Lao Hu has been worried for a while and is not in the mood to come out to drink. Well, I'll invite him to have a meal to talk about this. We worker brothers are here to work, not to play with people as juggling."

The next morning, Ke Baijia got up to make Lieba. Because her aunt told me to do more today, she finished making Lieba and it was time to go to work.

Ke Baijia just stayed with Mai Xiang and went to work. On the way, he saw an old man looking at her several times.

Ke Baijia didn't care, but when he came out to pour dirty water at noon, he found that the old man was nesting under the corner of the wall not far away. When he saw her coming out, he waved to her.

Ke Baijia pointed at herself, and the old man nodded repeatedly, waved to her again slightly, and looked around nervously, as if he was alert to someone's appearance.

Ke Baijia:...

If I hadn't recognized the old man as a sacking station, I might have turned around and left on the spot, and told my uncle that there would be strange people outside.

This look is a bit strange to be honest.

She brought the basin to the old man and approached him, and a particularly strong smell of sweat came to her face.

Seeing the old man's face was sweating, and the front of his clothes was covered with sweat, I don't know how long he had been waiting here.

"You are looking for me, is there anything wrong?" Ke Baijia asked the old man curiously.
Chapter completed!