Chapter 15 Shopping (1/2)

Ruan Tang touched her empty stomach, walked over quickly, took out money and food coupons, and her voice was still sweet and soft.

"Master, four meat buns, please."

As soon as she got the steaming hot bun, she didn't care that it was hot. She found a sheltered corner and took a bite.

The soft dough was instantly broken open by the teeth, and the filling, soaked in rich meat juice, exploded on the tip of the tongue, with a salty and savory flavor that aggressively swept through the entire mouth.

tasty!

It's a million times tastier than her bland and tasteless spirit rice porridge!

Ruan Tang squinted her eyes happily and finished off one in no time.

Just as she was about to eliminate the second one, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning.

In her space, isn't there a small house with a time-stopping array?

Doesn't that mean...?

She could buy all these ordinary delicacies and keep them at the same temperature and flavor as if they were freshly cooked.

When she arrived in the countryside, while others were eating cornbread and drinking vegetable porridge, she could enjoy hot meat buns, fragrant braised pork, and sweet cakes anytime, anywhere…

Once this thought popped into her head, it spread like wildfire, instantly taking over Ruan Tang's entire brain!

She had long since forgotten about the unpleasantness of the morning.

Her eyes lit up as she quickly stuffed the remaining three buns into her mouth, her cheeks bulging out like a little hamster desperately hoarding food.

Then, she turned around and rushed back to the window where she had just bought breakfast.

Fried dough sticks, soy milk, fried cakes, wontons...

Ruan Tang has completely launched a sweeping campaign.

She ate her way from one end of the street to the other, buying a large bag of food from any state-run restaurant. Then, she would skillfully turn into a deserted corner and, with a thought, store all the still-steaming food into her spatial storage.

Unfortunately, state-run restaurants in those days only served breakfast for a very short time. She only visited three restaurants before the fourth one had a "sold out" sign hanging in front of its window.

Ruan Tang could only click her tongue in regret, stop, and decide to continue when it was lunchtime.

She looked up and saw a four-story Soviet-style building not far away, which was the largest department store in Beijing.

The gates are now open, and the area is bustling with people coming and going.

Ruan Tang's spirits lifted.

She still remembered the advice given by the uncle at the educated youth office.

In winter, temperatures in Kyrgyzstan drop to tens of degrees below zero, and the snow can bury people up to their waists.

Now's the perfect time to gather everything we need for our trip to the countryside!

She touched the thick wad of brand-new, nationally valid coupons she had found at Mayor Bai's house in her pocket, and a determined smile curved her lips.

Ruan Tang tidied her slightly messy hair, patted the hem of her clothes, and with light steps, joined the crowd surging towards the department store.

She wanted to see what kind of treasures were hidden in this era's "treasure trove".

...

The department store was bustling with noise, and the air was filled with the smells of fabric, soap, and crowds.

Ruan Tang quietly took a picture of herself as a passerby.

The next moment, her presence became extremely faint. The crowd would subconsciously avoid her, and the sales clerks' eyes would naturally slide over her, treating her as just a blurry shadow.

Perfect.

She went straight to the fabric and wardrobe section first.

The Dacron shirts felt smooth to the touch and had a slightly cool feel to them; she ordered four or five different patterns in one go.

Khaki trousers are thick and durable, I'll get a couple too.

There were also soft pure cotton shirts, washed cotton vests, and thin knitted cardigans; I bought everything that looked good.