Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Prose -> Jiangcheng Fenghuo

Chapter 6: At the end of Jihai, the winter morning when the city was closed (6)

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    The nearest supermarket is only seven or eight minutes away by car.

    There was a queue at the door, and it was five or six meters long by visual inspection.

    Yu Wanfeng glanced at her phone, it was half past seven in the morning.

    "I believe you Dixie! There are so many people!"

    Shen Huaijin complained, put on a mask, and got out of the car with all the equipment to queue up.

    Queuing for half an hour, shopping for vegetables for half an hour, queuing for half an hour.

    There are not many ingredients that can be bought, and the meat and green leafy vegetables have basically been robbed.

    Even on the instant noodles shelf, there are only the most unpalatable stewed chicken noodles with mushrooms and spicy beef noodles.

    The two of them carried two boxes of instant noodles, two bags of rice, one box of noodles, one bucket of oil, potatoes, radishes, cucumbers, green peppers, ham, sausages, eggs, bacon, and a few packages of quick-frozen dumplings and glutinous rice balls.  .

    After the purchase was over, the two seemed to have experienced a big battle.

    The two originally wanted to stock up on some masks, alcohol and disinfectant, but every pharmacy they could see had a sign on the front door: no masks, no alcohol, no disinfectant.

    Can only sigh.

    On the way back, Yu Wanfeng lay on the co-pilot's window, looking at the scenery that flashed by outside the window.

    The phoenix trees shed their dead leaves, and the cold wind sweeps the fallen leaves.  In the gray sky, a layer of gray paint was painted on the buildings and streets, which was foggy and hard to see.

    She still wore a mask and breathed slowly.

    She thought of her home in Hankou.

    In that old community, the walls are mottled, the anti-theft nets are drying clothes, the voice-activated lights in the narrow corridors are always not working, the flowers in the flower beds downstairs are half dead, and the onions and leeks grow fiercely. You don¡¯t need to ask, you know  It was planted by the father of Unit 3, and the neighbors in the neighborhood occasionally picked a handful or two, but the father didn't care much.

    But what Yu Wanfeng misses the most are the roasted sweet potatoes next to the bus stop outside the community, and the colorful cotton candy around the intersection.

    There is also the mobile tricycle booth at the corner of the street at night. The glass cabinet is filled with all kinds of lo mei, and the four characters "Jingwu duck neck" are pasted on the glass.

    Potatoes and edamame are the best in this stall, followed by stewed lotus root, and the duck neck is so-so.

    But Yu Wanfeng loves duck neck the most.

    These days, no baked sweet potatoes, no marshmallows.

    No duck neck either.

    Only the rest of the people were panic-stricken and their steps were flustered.

    In a few days, what will it be like here?

    Will it be cold and deserted, and everything will be quiet?

    In the past, people have gone by the Yellow Crane, and the Yellow Crane Tower is vacant here.  Qingchuan is full of Hanyang trees, and fragrant grass is luxuriant on Yingwu Island.

    Yu Wanfeng was suddenly sad and confused.

    This is her city, this is the land where she grew up.

    Returning to "this city" is like entering another world.

    It is quiet and safe here, there are no cars honking their horns, no loud noises, no crowds of people rushing to grab food.

    It seems that there is a barrier that separates the tranquility from the hustle and bustle, and then brings "this city" into the tranquility.

    When Yu Wanfeng and Shen Huaijin were carrying things into the kitchen, Yu's mother, Wang Xiu, was humming and cooking porridge calmly.

    "Honghu lake water~ waves, waves hitting waves~"

    The singing was low and slow, and the porridge in the pot was steaming.

    Wang Xiu saw the two people coming in with big bags and small bags, and sighed: "You two, buy so many vegetables to make?  A few duck necks."

    As he said that, he put down the spoon in his hand and went to help them organize them into the refrigerator.

    "There are no hot dry noodles, no duck necksthe city is going to be closed, and everyone is scrambling for food." Yu Wanfeng said.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report