Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 252 - 0252: The Eve of Mid-Autumn Festival 4_1

Chapter 252: Chapter 0252: The Eve of Mid-Autumn Festival 4_1

The next day, before noon, Zhang Yuejin had delivered the items that Feng Qingxue wanted to buy to her doorstep, along with the remaining dozen or so dollars.

"Cousin, count the money, there are still twelve dollars, six dimes, and seven cents left, check if anything else is missing."

With just a glance, Feng Qingxue knew that not only were there no shortages, but the quantity was also more than what she had asked for. She felt greatly satisfied with Zhang Yuejin’s approach towards others, "Nothing’s missing, nothing’s missing, I think there’s even more?"

Zhang Yuejin laughed, "I have some pull at the grocery store, so I bought a little extra for you."

He said he was buying for her, but in fact, he was paying for the extras himself. He was still considering the favor he owed to the twelve cloth tickets.

Feng Qingxue understood the meaning of ’extra goods’. Wang Jiao had specifically explained it to her.

On the surface, the term referred to flawed goods that couldn’t be put on the counter for sale. Even if they were sold, they couldn’t collect tickets for them. In reality, the flaws were minimal. It might be a packaging problem, or a quality issue. Whether there were defects or not all depended on the salesperson’s judgment.

"Thanks, cousin-in-law, come in for a drink of water. I’ll go call my dad."

"No need, no need, Jiaojiao loves snacks. I bought two pounds of twisted dough strips, I’ll take it to her!"

Feng Qingxue laughed, "My cousin-in-law really treats my cousin well. No wonder she keeps talking about you. In that case, I won’t keep you here, lest my cousin finds out I’m delaying her snack time."

Zhang Yuejin waved his hand, got on his bike, and left in a whirl of dust.

Feng Qingxue stood in place for a moment, then shouted into the yard, "Ayu, Tianzhi, Xiaoyun, come out and help me get the things!"

Before her voice had even faded, the three children ran out as if they were flying, all smiles.

"Are these for eating on the 15th of August? It smells like egg cakes and twisted dough strips!" After delivering the things inside, the kids curiously asked, licking their lips at the paper-wrapped packages tied with twine on the table.

Feng Qingxue put each item away into the cupboard, teasing them, "Yes, for eating on the 15th of August."

When everything was put away, she picked out the broken eggs, then opened the fruit package.

The so-called fruit was a kind of biscuit made of flour, eggs, sugar, melon seeds, sesame seeds and so on. Thick and fragrant, sweet and crispy, it was not perfectly round and tended to crumble easily. In that era, it was considered a delicacy. However, in the 21st century, many decades later, when there was a wide variety of goods, only rural areas sold these biscuits, they were rarely seen in the city.

When she was procuring supplies, she found that these non-packaged biscuits were high in calories, tasty, and cheap. At only six dollars a pound, the other cakes were also inexpensive. She bought out the cake from that store for several days in a row.

She gave each of the children a piece and put the rest in the cupboard.

"You can have more next time when I buy them again."

That night, in her own room, Feng Qingxue started to organise the supplies in her space, putting the food that was available in this era at the outermost part for easy access in the future, including the cakes she had bought in the rural markets.

There were a variety of cakes, including biscuits, twisted dough strips, sesame candies, peanut candies, and the like.

The next day, when she went to her mother’s house to give festival gifts, she took Feng Qingyun with her. They only brought four things: a pound of pork, a pound of mooncakes, a pound of egg cakes, and a pound of biscuits. That was all. Feng Qingxue’s uncle and aunt didn’t keep them all, only keeping the mooncakes and egg cakes, letting Sister Qingxue take the meat and biscuits back.

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The real-life model for Wang Jiao is a very fortunate old lady. Her parents died when she was young and she was brought up by her foster sister. Her husband doted on her so much that she never did any housework or brought up any sons or grandchildren. She only started cooking after her husband died, and every year she would regularly collect alimony from her son. She was the object of envy, jealousy, and resentment.