Chapter 233: My mentality collapsed
Like sitting on pins and needles, like a thorn in the back, like a fishbone stuck in the throat!

This is how Yin Mei feels now. What kind of courtyard or family is this?
Suddenly she was shocked by her own thoughts. It's impossible?

After tormenting for an entire afternoon, it was finally time to get off work. She heard the noise at the gate and came out of the lobby to wait for Wang Deming. However, Zhang Shouchun and Jin Yuqing came back from the Chinese medicine factory first. Although they were wearing simple khaki Lenin suits, the two girls had beautiful features and graceful figures, which made her feel ashamed of herself.

"Old Zhao, who is this?"

"Xiao Oh, it's my aunt. No, it's the personnel manager of Comrade Wang Deming's unit." When Zhang Shouchun glanced at him, Lao Zhao immediately started reciting lines in a serious manner.

"Oh, then keep waiting." Zhang Shouchun and Jin Yuqing nodded slightly to Yin Mei and passed through the Chuihua Gate.

After a while, Yan Baozhen came in from the courtyard gate with the child and Qin Huairu, and asked again: "Old Zhao, who is this?"

This time, Lao Zhao was much more experienced. He straightened his back and answered seriously, "Comrade Baozhen, this is the personnel manager of Comrade Wang Deming's unit."

"Oh, hello." Yan Baozhen looked at Yin Mei with some curiosity.

"Hello."

"Deming hasn't come back yet?"

"Nope."

"Renchun and Yichun haven't come back yet?"

"Mr. Li sent the schoolbag back and said he was going to Shichahai to go ice skating with his classmates."

"Oh."

Then he turned to Yin Mei and said, "Comrade, please wait a moment. De Ming will probably be back soon."

Qin Huairu nodded and they passed through the Chuihua Gate together.

Yin Mei nodded up and down somewhat woodenly.

When Yan Baozhen and Qin Huairu disappeared from the Chuihua Gate, she felt itchy inside like a cat scratching her. How many courtyards does this courtyard have? How come so many young and beautiful lesbians came in?
Oh, a woman who seems to be a mother of several children.

Just as she was daydreaming, she suddenly heard a stiff voice in her ears and smelled a strong fragrance of some unknown flower. "Lao Zhao, who is she?"

"Ms. Diana, this is the personnel manager of Comrade Wang Deming's unit."

When she turned around, a woman with brown hair, blue eyes, deep eye sockets, a high nose bridge and a big nose appeared in front of her. She glanced down and said, "Oh my God, it's so big!"
She unconsciously hunched her chest slightly, then raised it firmly.

"Oh, hello."

"Dear Soviet comrade, hello! I am Comrade Yin Mei, the head of the personnel department of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill under the Metallurgical Bureau of the People's Republic of China!"

"Oh, oh, goodbye." Diana was a little dizzy from Yin Mei's series of titles, and she passed through the Chuihua Gate in a daze.

"Comrade Zhao, does this Soviet comrade also live here?" Yin Mei felt even more incredible.

"Oh, sometimes."

"Hey, Lao Zhao, are there guests at home?" A young man wearing a white shirt and a white towel tied around his neck, riding a bicycle with two red-painted three-layer square takeout boxes on the back seat, stopped at the gate of the yard.

Carrying two takeout boxes, he stepped over the threshold and said, "Give me a hand. This is for you."

"Oh, thank you."

"Then I'll send it in."

"Please."

Old Zhao quickly shouted to the kitchen, "Old lady, bring the dinner over quickly."

"Okay!" Aunt Zhang lifted the kitchen door curtain and greeted the young man enthusiastically when she saw him: "Hey, Xiao Qian is here. Wait for a while and have a drink of water before you leave."

"Thank you, but it's dinner time now and I still have to deliver to several more houses."

"Hey kid, drinking some water won't hurt anything." Aunt Zhang and Aunt Bai each carried a sealed food box and walked through the hanging flower gate while chatting with Xiao Qian, the delivery man.

Lao Zhao carried the takeaway box to the kitchen, then took it out again, and politely invited Yin Mei: "Comrade Yin, if you don't mind eating with us? Aunt. Uh, Comrade Wang Deming should be home soon."

Yin Mei secretly glanced at the exquisitely carved takeout box, on which were three large gold-plated characters "Jinhualou" were written.

Although she had never eaten the boxed dishes at Jinhualou, she had heard of them before. They were the set dishes used to wrap spring pancakes during the Spring Festival. The most famous one in Beijing is the "Jinhualou" outside Donghuamen.

"No, thank you." She swallowed and refused against her will, but her stomach suddenly started to growl as if the sea was churning. She hadn't even had time to eat lunch today.

Yin Mei was so ashamed that she wanted to bury her head in the ground.

"This" was so deafening, it was impossible for Lao Zhao not to hear it. Was it because he was a gay that the other party felt embarrassed?
Just then, Zhang Ma and Bai Ma came out from the inner courtyard. He quickly called out, "Old lady, this comrade is the leader of Comrade Wang Deming's unit. Take her to the kitchen to have a meal. She has been waiting for the whole afternoon."

"Do not."

"Gululu."

Yin Mei had just uttered a word when her stomach growled again, making her so embarrassed.

Upon seeing this, Aunt Zhang immediately took her hand and pulled her into the kitchen, "Hey, comrade, you are Deming's leader, and you are our leader. Just join us and have a bite."

Pressing down on the stool, "Mother Bai, you take Comrade Yin to eat first, I'll bring the food to the old man."

Yin Mei looked at the "simple" dishes on the table: spread yellow vegetables, shredded tripe, shredded smoked chicken, shredded ham, shredded roast pork, trimmed bean sprouts, tender green leeks, golden millet porridge, and a tall stack of spring rolls.

Her eyes were wide open, her saliva was flowing uncontrollably, and her stomach continued to rumble.

Is it so “simple”?
What family eats like this?
Even a rich landlord can't afford such a thing, right?

Wasn’t Wang Deming a poor person when he registered his information?

Bai Ma brought her a new set of tableware and said, "Comrade Yin, please don't be polite. Just eat something simple."

The shiny white blue and white porcelain plates and bowls, the mahogany chopsticks, everything feels both new and unfamiliar. Could it be that ordinary people can eat so well?
My family is relatively well-off. My husband and I are both cadres. When the supply system was in place before, there was no concept of money. We ate and drank in the army. Only in recent years, when the professional points system was implemented, people began to have some concept of money.

But I didn't feel anything special in my life. I ate in the canteen at noon and took my meals home from the canteen at night. I had a few steamed buns made of 200 grams of flour and two dishes. Occasionally I would buy white flour steamed buns and a meat dish. I didn't have to cook.

Of course, my family occasionally goes to the market to buy meat and cook one or two meals during festivals.
Even so, we don’t eat meat every day at home!

what's going on?
In just a dozen minutes, Yin Mei was completely upset.

Seeing that Yin Mei hadn't started eating yet, Bai Ma helped her to serve a bowl of millet porridge. "Comrade Yin, Deming will probably be back soon. If you are hungry and Deming knows about it, he will definitely say that we are not hospitable enough."

"Oh well."

Yin Mei simply ignored it and could no longer endure the crazy secretion of saliva. She ate first. Anyway, she must find out clearly when she saw Wang Deming. She picked up the bowl and put it to her mouth, but suddenly put it down. She found that Bai Ma was looking at her curiously, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing."

Yin Mei picked up the bowl, slurped it along the edge of the bowl, and was about to pick up some food when she suddenly lost focus and found that Bai Ma opposite her was drinking porridge in small sips with a spoon. She was very elegant and made no sound at all.

Aunt Zhang also came back and sat at the table. Not only did she politely invite the guests, she also made a spring pancake for Yin Mei first and put it on her plate when she was stunned. "I don't know what your taste is, please tolerate it."

Yin Mei looked down at the neatly wrapped spring rolls on the plate, both ends of which were wrapped very delicately.

"I can just do it myself."

Yin Mei also noticed that Bai Ma didn't use her hands at all when wrapping the spring rolls. She just used a pair of chopsticks to pick up some vegetables here and there and put them on the spring rolls. Then she deftly flipped the spring rolls a few times with the chopsticks and the rolls were wrapped.

Yin Mei originally wanted to follow the two aunts' method, but it kept leaking no matter what she did.
When Aunt Zhang and Aunt Bai noticed this, they looked at each other secretly, and then simultaneously put the spring rolls in their hands and rolled them, which made Yin Mei breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally, everything is back to normal and I can enjoy my meal.
One, two, three, four, seven, eight, ninety, and just when they were half full, they finally heard Wang Deming's voice, as if he was talking to someone.

"Brother Shouyan, why did you suddenly want me to help translate Soviet works?"

(End of this chapter)