Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack! Chapter 100: Meals

When Gu Xiaoqing returned ho after school in the afternoon, there wasn’t much left of their yard. The debris had been cleaned up completely, and since it was a major project, many n from the village were out doing so labor to earn pocket money since farming work is not busy in early spring.

At this ti, the team was organized well, and the work progress was fast. Within a day’s efforts, the yard of Gu Ruhai’s house had been dug up, with the old earth walls pushed down and carted off to the hillside at the end of the village, where debris from many hos has accumulated, forming a makeshift garbage dump, but without household waste.

The original yard now has foundations dug half a ter deep.

But the depth wasn’t sufficient yet, so the workers were still there digging.

Back then, foundations were dug manually, without any machinery like excavators, relying completely on human resources.

However, the quality was guaranteed to be solid.

Everything was done by hand, carrying and transporting materials.

Gu Xiaoqing felt sentintal, realizing that his family’s fortunes had suddenly turned.

The hardships they had previously endured seed to disappear, replaced by prospects of happiness.

Good days indeed.

The earthy, slightly bitter scent of the soil was sweet to the heart.

Gu Xiaoqing walked back to the shabby cave dwelling of the team.

Grandma was at the entrance of the cave, placing stead buns into a large porcelain basin, freshly out of the stear. As the days grew longer, workers’ al tis were sowhat delayed to allow more work to be done since paynt was not calculated by the day.

The amount was fixed: finish the work, and then get paid, a tradition among villagers, ensuring no one shirked their duties.

Everyone was honest, wanting to finish early to get their wages and move on to the next task.

Gu Xiaoqing ran over, giving Grandma Li Zhaodi a sweet hug, saying, "Grandma, I’m here! I missed you and Grandpa."

These words imdiately pleased Li Zhaodi, who was fond of Gu Xiaoqing.

With a kind smile, she brushed aside Gu Xiaoqing’s hands, "Go wash your hands, you little rascal, always here to sweet-talk your grandma."

Gu Xiaoqing laughed, ran inside the cave to drop off his bag, washed his hands, and ca out to help Li Zhaodi pick up the buns.

Li Xuei had already chopped the cabbage.

Preparing ingredients for a large pot of cabbage, pork, and noodle stew—a dish with both at and vegetables, considered a good al, along with the two-made flour buns, a decent treat for the village’s contractor team.

There was also a large pot of cornal porridge.

Only the cooking remained.

Gu Xiaoqing helped Li Zhaodi pick up the buns, covered the large basin with a cloth, placed it aside, and went to help Li Xuei with the cooking.

The dishes cooked by Gu Xiaoqing’s hands were acknowledged as the tastiest.

Even though Li Xuei followed the sa steps as Gu Xiaoqing, the taste turned out different.

In the large wok, half a ladle of pork fat was simred with chopped green onions and ginger, followed by slices of pork belly, quickly stir-fried with a spatula, rendering the pork fat, then adding soy sauce for color along with other seasonings, continuously stir-frying.

Once the aroma of pork belly fully erged, nearly half-cooked, the cabbage was thrown in, evenly stirring, then added chopped noodles segnts, pouring the remaining broth from yesterday’s bone soup, cover the pot, waiting for it to be ready.

Li Xuei had beco a helper for the fires.

Very soon, the pot was finished, served into large basins lent by villagers for communal events.

In return, a token of gratitude or small paynt was given, considered rental fees.

Li Xuei and Li Zhaodi carried the basins together with Gu Xiaoqing and Gu Xiaojie, delivering them for the workers’ al.

They kept so portions enough for their own family al.

Contractor Feng Zhihai, seeing Li Xuei and Li Zhaodi, politely called out to the workers, "Ti to eat! Quickly help out, don’t let the elderly get tired."

The crowd responded laughingly, stopping their work, and ca over to take the basin from Li Zhaodi’s hands.

The workers ate without fuss, each taking a bowl, scooping out a ladle of stew, grabbing a couple of buns, squatting by the side of the foundation to start eating.

Those with large appetites could finish a bowl and still go back for another two buns and half a bowl of the stew.

The labor was intensive; n naturally ate more. Plus, back in the ’80s, many families weren’t wealthy, and als lacked richness, making them consu more dry food.

Nearby, the contractor Feng Zhihai praised the old woman while eating, "Auntie, your culinary skills are unrivaled! Among these ten miles, we’ve had als from many places, but none as hearty and generous as yours."

Praising with a thumbs-up, this was the highest complint for the als from Gu Ruhai’s ho.

Nowadays, when building houses for others, als are provided, but most were not as generous with at and vegetables, typically offering cabbage and noodles as good fare, while so stingy ones only offered pickles.

The two-made flour buns were sothing well-to-do families could afford; others considered cornal buns good enough, while even black flour buns were served by so.

Therefore, the als from Gu Ruhai’s ho genuinely deserved Feng Zhihai’s praises; they were sincere.

This family was kind-hearted.

After the hearty lunch, workers exerted extra energy with renewed vigor, being farrs and feeling the need to repay this kindness with hard work, performing exceptionally well in the afternoon.

Feng Zhihai understood clearly, expecting the evening al to be less impressive than lunch, as many families only offered plain als at night, occasionally with so bread: yet they found the sa al as lunch awaiting them.

The workers’ hearts couldn’t help but feel warm; they realized this family was genuinely kind.

Feng Zhihai considered holding a eting with the workers that evening to discuss this, reminding them not to take advantage of such a generous family, thereby ruining their own reputation.

He was also determined to work hard.

Li Qinghai didn’t join in the al; he erged from the pit of the foundation, seeing Feng Zhihai and the workers eating. Feng Zhihai invited the old man to eat.

Li Qinghai waved his hand, politely declined the offer.

Today, Feng Zhihai was incredibly impressed by Li Qinghai; despite his age, the old man understood everything well.

Inside and out, he was knowledgeable, clearly a skilled hand from the past, knowing all aspects of the work.

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