Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The pastry salesperson saw a big fat face printed on the glass counter, with his nose flattened and his mouth pressed against the glass. His two big, bony eyes were very dark and very flexible.

"Little fat boy, do you want to buy some cakes?" She is a very young woman with thick eyebrows, big eyes and short hair, and a very enthusiastic attitude.

"Baby, big baby!" Xibao pointed to his nose to identify himself.

The salesperson was stunned, then laughed and said, "Okay, okay, big baby, do you want to buy some pastries?"

Xibao pointed to the carton on the counter, turned to Father Lu and said, "Grandpa, cake cake! cake cake!"

He had eaten it at Wang Xinsheng's house, so he remembered it.

Father Lu immediately asked the salesperson how to sell it. The salesperson smiled and said: "One yuan a box. This is white cake. When visiting relatives and friends in Shanghai, they will bring a box of white cakes. There are ten white cakes in a box. Old Comrade, if you have local pastry coupons, you can buy them with coupons. If you don’t have pastry coupons, you can buy them with food stamps.”

"Then buy a box!" Father Lu, who is not short of money, is very generous to his grandson. There are also pastries that can be bought without pastry coupons or food stamps, but the price is very expensive, ranging from a dozen yuan to dozens of yuan. It was equivalent to a month's salary of a normal worker, but Father Lu still bought Xibao an expensive cream cake.

Therefore, the cream cake that Xibao will definitely eat is several times more expensive than the plate used by Qianlong.

Xibao's fat face turned into a smile and he didn't want anything else.

Father Lu discovered that many high-priced items in grocery stores did not require tickets to be purchased. Of course, ordinary people could not afford such prices. Probably only those with particularly good living conditions could afford them.

Xibao carried the white cake carton, Lu's father carried the cream cake, and the two held hands with their other hands and walked slowly towards the house.

Passing by a state-owned restaurant selling steamed buns, Xibao stood still and refused to leave, "Bao Bao!"

Father Lu had no choice but to take out the money and tickets and buy him a big hot meat bun. He also bought four more for Wang Fengqiao and Feng Qingxue, each costing 10 cents. The total cost was 50 cents, which was not as good as the cream cake. A fraction of that.

Xibao was holding a cake box in one hand and a big bun to gnaw on.

The street was filled with pedestrians wearing patches on top of each other. Many people looked at Xibao's eating appearance and were very envious, especially the younger boys and girls, who stood under the wall and swallowed their saliva.

After walking for a while, I saw a young man leading two younger children along the street to pick up roasted sweet potato peels that others had thrown away in the snow. The three of them were all skinny, and their clothes were thin and ragged. The young man swallowed his saliva and picked up the sweet potato peels he picked up. and rotten vegetable leaves were handed to the two children and watched as they stuffed them into their mouths hungrily.

Seeing this scene, Lu's father suddenly felt sour in his heart. Xibao followed up by chewing the buns, and suddenly ran over and handed the buns like a dog chewing to the boy, "Brother, eat!"

The young man was at a loss, "Huh?"

Father Lu stepped forward and handed him all the buns in his hand, "Since my Xibao has spoken, my child, take it and eat it!"

The fragrant smell of steamed buns went straight into the noses of the three of them, and two little ones drooled out, "Brother!"

"Uncle, I..." The young man did not dare to accept it.

"Take it, looking at you, I think of our children." Father Lu was talking about Guancheng and Guanyu. He directly stuffed the bun into his hand, and then took out twenty yuan and ten pounds. Give him food stamps together.