Siheyuan: Space for Farming, Cooking Skills Are Astonishing and Silly.

In Beijing Hutong in 1963, Nanyi had no tickets in his pocket, but he had the space to grow his skills. The fragrant shredded potatoes filled the courtyard, attracting scheming glances from the other door. Qin Huairu blocked the door with a stick, her words were full of temptations, but her eyes were always glued to the lunch box; Xu Damao came to the door with food stamps and industrial coupons, hoping to use Nanyi's craftsmanship to treat Lou Xiaoe's family to dinner. Nan Yi distributed the meat to the three Damao brothers, but when he turned around, Banggan couldn't even squeeze through the crack of the door. The deaf old lady took a bite of the braised pork, squinted and said it was more delicious than Sha Zhu's. The rules in this yard should also change. The pool of water in the space can be used to water vegetables and raise chickens. The roosters chase the hens all over the ground, and eggs cover half of the grass in the blink of an eye. Nan Yi planned to go outside the city to catch some fry and throw them into the stream, and also thought about how to pull Ding Qiunan out of Cui Dake's trap. But the most urgent thing at the moment is that the little savings in my pocket can't withstand the black market. If you want to live comfortably in these years, cooking skills and systems alone may not be enough. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.