"The quality is good across the board," Chen Hongjun concluded. "First grade. Our price here is twenty-two yuan a kilogram. Let's weigh yours."
After weighing them and deducting the packaging, the Black Tiger's Paw Mushrooms Li Long had brought totaled forty-four and a half kilograms, worth 979 yuan.
Li Long filled out the form, signed it, and collected his money. Chen Hongjun said with a smile:
"Xiao Long, you've made quite a bit of money now. Why not buy yourself a watch?"
Li Long thought he had a point. It wasn't as though he had no money now. Without a watch, he could only estimate the time, which was rather inconvenient.
I'll find some time to buy a watch with Gu Xiaoxia.
After leaving the Purchasing Station, Li Long returned to the Big Courtyard.
Gu Xiaoxia wasn't off work yet, so Li Long started cooking. He planned to make noodle soup today.
The peppers he had brought back a couple of days earlier hadn't completely wilted. He took two, added an eggplant and a tomato, and chopped them finely. Unfortunately, there were no fresh potatoes at this time of year, or it would have been even better.
He stir-fried the vegetables, dished them up and set them aside, then kneaded some dough, let it rest, and cut it into portions.
Li Long liked his hand-torn noodles thin. They absorbed flavor and were easy to digest. Although he was young now, no longer the decrepit old man he had been before dying in his previous life, he had kept that habit.
He scrubbed the pot, filled it with water and brought it to a boil, stretched the dough portions over his arm, then tore pieces off into the pot.
Because he wanted them thin, he couldn't work as quickly as his