Mr. Guo looked at her basket with eager eyes, "Is there anything good? My wife has been ill recently, and I want to get some good things for her to supplement, but there are not many of these things. Nowadays, there are not many good things in the black market. There are more, but rare items are still rare.”
Now that there is a bumper harvest of grain, there will naturally be more grain on the black market, but many rare materials are still rare, things like meat and fruits are still very rare.
Mr. Guo wants to do it, even if he has money, he may not be able to get much.
And the most important thing is that his wife likes to eat what Gu Qingyao gives them, and some of the things Gu Qingyao gives them taste better than other people's.
It seems that the new year is coming, so Mr. Guo has been waiting for Gu Qingyao to come over!
Gu Qingyao smiled, Gu Qingyao had a good impression of this old man who loved his wife, and her impression was even better since she came from Shanghai like her grandma.
"Is Grandma Guo sick? Does it matter?"
Mr. Guo sighed, "Oh... I'm sick. This person is getting old, and her body is not very obedient. She has a heart disease and there is nothing she can do about it."
"I just want to get some delicious food for her to nourish her body. Girl, if you have it, you must give it to me!"
Gu Qingyao thought for a while, "Grandpa Guo, what do you want?"
Mr. Guo immediately said: "Do you have any chicken? It's better to be the old hen one. I want to make some chicken soup for my wife. Ribs are also fine."
Gu Qingyao said: "This really exists."
Gu Qingyao took out two crock pots from Mo Beihan's big back basket, but they were actually taken out from the space and handed over to Mr. Guo.
"There are old hen soup and pork rib soup in it. I specially prepared this for you old men and old ladies. I have cooked it. You can drink it hot when you go back. The taste is smaller and not so noticeable."
Mr. Guo was overjoyed immediately, "Oh, that's great, girl, your cooking skills are simply incomparable to ordinary people. My wife has eaten your chicken soup and pork ribs a few times before, and she doesn't want to eat other people's dishes anymore. .”
Gu Qingyao said: "As long as Grandma Guo likes it, I still have thirty eggs here. Grandpa, do you want it?"
"Yes! Give it to me! It's Chinese New Year, I have to let her eat something good."
Gu Qingyao handed things to him, and Mr. Guo was also very generous. He treated Gu Qingyao with sincerity, and every time he took out something, he could satisfy Gu Qingyao.
After shopping around, the two went to the post office to send something to the uncle's family. Unexpectedly, they received a letter from everyone and a package from Mo Beihan.
It was sent by Mr. Mo from the capital city, and it was a big package.
It happened that Mo Beihan was going to the scrap yard to get some old furniture, and bought two bunk beds, so he simply borrowed a cart from the scrap yard to take all these things back.
It was already afternoon when I returned to Mo's house.
Seeing this, several children came over to help immediately.
First, the two beds were moved into the house, and the old furniture still had disassembled wood, which needed to be assembled by myself.
It's good to have two boxes, just get them in and use them.
After making the bed, Mo Beihan said with a smile, "It's all over now, you all have your own bed, and you have to tidy it up yourself in the future, do you hear me?"
The children especially listened to Mo Beihan's words, and immediately nodded obediently.
Mu Mu looked at Gu Qingyao with longing and pitiful eyes.
"Little aunt, every time my uncle goes to visit you, he doesn't take me with him."
Mo Beihan: "..."