Now that I've made some money, I have to show it off!"

Uncle Ge felt something was wrong, and he smacked the pipe in his mouth.

"That's not right... I remember Guifangzhai wasn't owned by the Zhou family? When did it become owned by the Li family?"

Old Wang waved his hands and said, "What do you know? Guifangzhai, Guifangzhai! The Zhou family is just a business partnership.

The real boss is Li Guifang..."

As he was speaking, a strong aroma of fried hairtail wafted over. Old Wang sniffed and chuckled:

"Who cares whose it is, the fragrance is real!"

The rich aroma of fried hairtail successfully made Uncle Ge's stomach growl.

He slapped his thigh suddenly and said, "Well, we can't fall behind, so as not to be greedy by smelling the fragrance of others."

After saying that, he walked into the house with his hands behind his back, muttering, "This old guy, all he does is talk nonsense all day long..."

"Hey, where are you doing?" Old Wang shouted from behind.

Uncle Ge said without even turning his head: "Tell my wife to fry more too! My family also wants to have a prosperous New Year!"

"Remember to fry more lotus root boxes! I'll trade you two taels of roasted knives later!"

Uncle Ge waved his hand without even turning his head.

After a while, there was a "sizzling" sound from Uncle Ge's kitchen.

Aunt Ge put the meatballs into the pot and scolded: "You old thing, you are jealous when you see others frying food!"

Uncle Ge laughed, holding a bowl to catch the meatballs that had just come out of the pot: "Smell the fragrance.

If we don't have something exciting at home, we won't be able to have a peaceful New Year! "

As he spoke, he came over to the pot, pointed at the meatballs tumbling in the oil and said, "The heat is almost right, time to flip them over!"

Aunt Ge hit him on the back of his hand with a sieve: "Go away, don't get in the way here!"

The adults were fine, they would just grumble a few words no matter how greedy they were, but the little brat couldn't hold it in anymore.

At this moment, they were all hiding under the wall of Yard No. 6, looking inside eagerly.

Tiedan sniffed and whispered, "I smell it! It's fried candy cakes! And fried meatballs!"

And... fried hairtail!" Er Gouzi beside him swallowed his saliva: "No, no, it smells like fried spring rolls!"

Wang Mazi, who was pushing his bicycle at the entrance of the alley, smelled the fragrance, paused, and almost fell.

He simply parked the car, squatted on the side of the road and smoked a cigarette. Forget it, if I can smell it, I can taste it!

By noon, the fragrance of Courtyard No. 6 had not diminished, but had acquired a new flavor.

A sweet aroma of honey wafted in, like some fried dessert.

It's quite lively now! Uncle Ge, who had just finished eating his own fried food, is now strolling in the alley with his hands behind his back.

He deliberately walked around to the gate of Courtyard No. 6, took three steps and stopped three times, sniffing hard through his nose like an exhaust fan:

"Is this... fried dough twists or fried candy ears? It smells so good I can't even walk!"

By chance, Uncle Qin was tidying up the clothesline at the gate of the yard, and Uncle Ge quickly went over to talk to him:

"Old Qin, what are you doing in the yard? The aroma is so tempting that I can't even eat my reunion dinner!"

As he said this, he deliberately touched his round belly.

Uncle Qin smiled and dusted off the clothesline: "What else can we do? The Li family, the Zhou family, the Laba family, and the Wang family, it's like they made an appointment and started bombing early in the morning!

I heard that this year we sold four or five kilograms of sesame seeds alone!

At this moment, more and more neighbors are strolling in the alley, and they are all gathering in groups of three or four towards Courtyard No. 6.

Aunt Zhang, carrying a vegetable basket, deliberately lingered at the gate: "Hey, what's fried here?

It smells so good that I don't even want to buy food!

"The Li family must have really gotten rich, right? Blowing up so many things!"

"What Old Li's? I just went to Da Laba's house to borrow a strainer, and guess what I saw? A huge bowl of fried sugar cakes!"

"Oh my, this smell is so good that I can't even eat!"

"If you ask me, this must be the Li family's secret recipe! Look, I fried it just like you, but why is it so delicious?"

Even Grandma Zhao, who usually doesn't like to join in the fun, came over on crutches and stood outside the courtyard gate, looking in: "This cooking skill is better than the chefs in state-owned restaurants!"