In the 80s, people's living standards were generally not high, but low prices were also a fact, as far as matches were concerned, a box of matches cost two cents, and a house (ten boxes) was two cents. At that time, the most common thing to improve the life of the family was not to cook meat, nor to make dumplings, but to take their own white noodles to the county town to press the noodles into long noodles, and after returning home, fry the noodles, pour them on the noodles and eat, which is called drinking (eating) Ga soup. It's called Ga soup, which is to distinguish it from "soup", which is now called a pot of noodles, and there are slices of meat in it, but the noodles are just minced noodles.
At that time, I was studying at the regional normal school, and the food was covered by the state. Although the dishes on the stove do not have much oil and water, they are also very cheap, and the vegetarian dishes are about four cents and five cents, which is somewhat meaty.
Six, seven cents. In the last two years of our schooling, we already had a clear soup of mutton for one dollar. On such a day, there must be a little crowd and commotion in front of the window of the big stove for cooking, and the common aluminum lunch boxes of the past dance on the top of people's heads, and everyone is afraid that they will be sold out before their turn. Once, I managed to squeeze in front of the window and stuffed the lunch box with the lid off into the hands of the staff, and the lunch box contained the food ticket. In the chaos of the staff, the meal ticket had already been taken out and thrown on the table, and when it was time to scoop the soup and put the meat on me, a young man named Ga Chen inside asked me about the meal ticket**, he didn't allow me to explain, so he viciously threw my empty lunch box out of the window, and cursed me with angry eyes - do you want to eat white food or what?If you pout again, I'll dig you a spoonful!Believe it or not?Get out of the way!Let someone else do the cooking!He picked up the long iron spoon with which he scooped rice. I wanted to fight without my mouth, I wanted to cry without tears, so I had to withdraw stupidly. I returned to the dormitory with an empty lunch box in frustration, and when my roommates learned about my "misfortune", they generously donated some of their own food to me, and some broke half of the steamed buns and handed them over to ......
When I was studying, I naturally had a lot of warm memories. During our internship on the eve of graduation, a teacher at the internship school was also a parent of a student in our internship class. One day, she warmly invited several students from our internship group to her home to eat dumplings. Their home is in the family courtyard of the school, which is a small courtyard with two tiled houses. She and her husband were in charge of making dumplings, and we sat on the sofa in the living room while drinking water and waiting. The dumplings were cooked, we finished eating a plate, she quickly served another plate, we were all full, and we were all full, but she still didn't give up, and insisted that each of us eat a few more dumplings, so I sat down with my husband and began to eat. Dumplings are filled with radish and meat, which is of course not very rare at this time, but when we were students with little soup and little water, it was an unforgettable delicacy for us, and more importantly, the teacher's motherly love made us feel warm and unforgettable.