Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

The two rode their bicycles to Neiliansheng.

This place is definitely a level above the supply and marketing cooperative; you can tell just by looking at the prices.

Ordinary cloth shoes cost two yuan a pair, cotton shoes three yuan, and those with fur trim cost three yuan and fifty cents. When the average worker's monthly salary was twenty or thirty yuan, these prices definitely exceeded those of Adidas and Nike in later years.

However, Cheng Min, as a single female teacher, has quite a bit of money in her pocket, making her quite a wealthy woman.

Seven pairs of cloth shoes were bought, one for each member of the Chang family. Two pairs of woolen cotton shoes were also bought, one for each of Chang Dashan and Liu Meifen. The total cost was twenty-one yuan, and they didn't even blink when paying.

Chang Kun chuckled to himself and didn't stop them.

In relationships between men and women, it is crucial to avoid one-sided giving.

Later generations of "simps" lowered their own status, giving unconditionally, creating an imbalance between the two parties, and gradually losing the possibility of developing feelings.

"I'll buy you a pair too," Chang Kun said, seeing that Cheng Min hadn't bought shoes for herself.

"I don't like wearing these shoes. Look at my shoes, aren't they prettier?" Cheng Min raised her foot to show Chang Kun.

"Hmm, these feet are quite nice," Chang Kun said softly after examining them for a moment.

When a relationship reaches a certain level, it's perfectly acceptable for two people to make a few jokes.

Cheng Min's face flushed red instantly. She spat lightly and didn't dare to look at Chang Kun.

After strolling around for a while, seeing that Cheng Min's complexion had recovered, Chang Kun said, "Let's go take a look at Ruifuxiang again."

Ruifuxiang is a well-established brand; you can't go wrong choosing fabrics and ordering clothes here.

"Huh? You actually listened to Old Li's nonsense? Aren't our clothes perfectly fine?"

"My mother has been nagging me several times, saying that when we need to do something important in the future, we should buy some good fabric, because the fabric at the supply and marketing cooperative is just so-so."

"Handling things? Handling what..." The question had barely left her mouth when Cheng Min realized that it referred to their engagement and marriage. She lowered her head, her bangs covering her shy eyes.

"Then... let's go." Her voice was barely audible.

Upon arriving at the location, Chang Kun looked up at the three golden characters of the "Ruifuxiang" signboard, which looked extremely impressive in those days.

Upon entering the counter, selecting fabrics became Cheng Min's task, her eyes shining as she looked left and right.

Women always enjoy shopping and visiting stores; it's a mystery where they get so much energy. But once they're in bed, they turn into little lambs, only able to beg for mercy.

"This... navy blue, made into a Zhongshan suit, with straight-leg trousers, how about it, Chang Kun?"

"Okay, you decide. I trust your judgment."

"Of course, I have excellent taste." Cheng Min glanced at Chang Kun, her face smug.

"Wouldn't this light red cotton fabric with small blue and white flowers make a nice dress?"

Chang Kun nodded. This dress was a perfect match for Cheng Min.

The shop assistant next to him gave a thumbs up: "You have excellent taste! This is imported fabric, a new style!"

"Can you make custom-made clothes here?" Chang Kun asked.

"Of course, our old brand has made at least eight or ten thousand garments, and everyone says they're good." The shop assistant boasted.

It has to be said that, in terms of service attitude alone, this place is worlds apart from the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Okay, let's use this fabric and order the garment right here?" Chang Kun asked Cheng Min. He didn't want to bother two people; he would take the fabric back and have his mother find a master tailor to make the garment.

To everyone's surprise, Cheng Min shook her head and whispered in Chang Kun's ear, "I'll make the clothes. I'm very good at it."

Chang Kun stared wide-eyed at Cheng Min. How could someone so young claim to have such good cooking skills? He never would have guessed!

Meeting Chang Kun's gaze, Cheng Min nodded gently.

She was separated from her mother when she was young. She was used to doing needlework and sewing. Cutting a piece of clothing and sewing a pair of mandarin ducks was no problem for her.

In a flash, Chang Kun understood the reason: children who have no mother from a young age are more mature than others.

Thinking of this, he felt a pang of heartache and gently pulled Cheng Min's hand.

Marrying a woman in this day and age is truly a good deal. Not only can she work and do housework, but she can also take care of the children, cook, and clean the house when she gets home, and she never complains of sore arms or legs.

Women in later generations were different. They needed nannies to take care of their children, takeout to cook, and washing machines to do laundry. After giving birth, she became the head of the family and had to be served by the entire household.

Otherwise, aren't you afraid she'll run away? This is a golden nugget brought in with a dowry of 98 yuan...

After paying the bill, Chang Kun carried the two bolts of cloth out of Ruifuxiang and found that it was almost noon.

After strolling around all morning, the braised pork I ate for breakfast had long been digested.

"Let's go eat at Kao Rou Ji." Having worked for quite a while, Chang Kun had heard of this famous barbecue restaurant many times and had been wanting to try it for a long time.

Cheng Min nodded with a smile. The two of them hadn't thought about saving money at all today, and were simply having a good time.

Asking for directions, it took half an hour of cycling to reach Kao Rou Ji (Kao Rou Ji). Chang Kun sniffed the air and said, "I hope the barbecue here is worth the long journey."

Upon entering the store, Chang Kun glanced around and realized it was clearly a Korean teppanyaki style.

It's likely that the Koreans copied it in later generations; after all, in their view, the entire universe should be attributed to them...

After finding a seat, Chang Kun went to get the ticket and pick up the meat.

It's not acceptable to pay after finishing your meal. If that were the case, countless people would just eat their meat and run away.

A short while later, Chang Kun returned carrying two large platters of mutton, along with a large bowl of sauce already prepared on the platters.

If you think you can wait for the waiter to bring the food, you're dreaming. These days, no matter who you are, you have to help yourself when you come in. Self-sufficiency is key.

In the middle of the table was an iron frame, and several pieces of pine wood were burning brightly under the frame. Cheng Min was looking around.

Seeing Chang Kun bring the meat back, she quickly got up to take the plate, saying in a low voice, "I watched other people grill meat, it's so troublesome."

Chang Kun turned around and looked around. Sure enough, the mutton was dipped in sauce, placed on an iron rack to grill, and then turned over and over, because they were afraid of overcooking it or undercooking it.

The barbecue restaurants of later generations were much better; the waiters helped with grilling, cutting, and serving—a one-stop service from start to finish.

Unlike the shops at this time, where the waiters just sit in the lobby with their hands in their pockets and watch over things, they don't look like waiters at all, but rather like thugs guarding the place.

Chang Kun roasted the lamb, and Cheng Min followed suit, quickly cooking it until it was done.

"You know what, this tastes really good!" Cheng Min exclaimed after taking a small bite of the mutton.

Chang Kun took a bite and thought it was just so-so, but the sauce was well-made and the lamb was fresh.

When it comes to lamb, it tastes best when eaten in a hot pot.

At this moment, he still had a large argali sheep in his space, which could yield at least 100 to 200 catties of mutton. He was thinking about where to get some broth for hot pot and how to make mutton hot pot. That would be the most satisfying way to eat it.

As far as Chang Kun knows, only large restaurants like Donglaishun offer hot pot, and it's possible to get the broth. He can try to inquire about it when he has time.

Cheng Min thoroughly enjoyed the meal, talking non-stop as she ate.

The last few times the two of them ate together, they brought along a few young girls, and it never felt as comfortable as it is now.