"Me?" Guo Miao pointed to herself, her mouth agape. "Are you kidding me?"

She asked Yu Hui to cook today because she didn't want to cook.

Who knew I'd be dragged into this again?

And it's the one who gets bossed around...

Chen Zhe also looked at Yu Hui with a blank expression, opened his mouth, and then closed it again.

Yu Hui wasn't stupid; he naturally knew that the two of them weren't very willing to work as assistants.

So how can we convince them wholeheartedly?

Yu Hui came up with a solution: to persuade people with reason.

He calmly took a sip of tea and explained his reasons logically and persuasively.

The words had barely left his mouth.

Everyone present nodded in agreement with Yu Hui's idea.

Even Guo Miao's daughter, Huang Chengcheng, thought Yu Hui's words made a lot of sense.

Right now.

Guo Miao and Chen Zhe are in a dilemma.

I could only reluctantly agree.

The three of them went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Today, our whole family is here, and we can't fit everyone at one table, so we have to set up two.

The children sit at one table, and the elders sit at another.

Yu Hui was relatively young in the family at her maternal grandmother's house, so she was naturally assigned to the children's table.

I barely managed to become a team leader.

"Nephew, what are we making today?" Guo Miao asked, rolling up his sleeves.

Yu Hui stroked his chin and replied, "Whatever, let's see what ingredients we have at home!"

Upon hearing this, Guo Miao pursed her lips and muttered to herself:

"I don't believe you can cook everything well!"

Chen Zhe watched from the side, his hands sweating profusely and his body swaying slightly.

"Um, I've never cooked before, I don't know what to do..."

When he was a child, his parents told him to focus on his studies and not to worry about anything else.

Chen Zhe has never done housework since he was a child.

Chen Zhe was genuinely at a loss when suddenly asked for his help.

Yu Hui glanced at Chen Zhe, who was wearing thick black-rimmed glasses and had his hair slicked back, and sighed softly.

"Why!"

"What a bookworm!"

"It's okay, Zhe Zhe." Guo Miao quickly walked to Chen Zhe's side and said with a smile, "It's normal for you not to be good at housework. It's a girl's job. You just need to focus on making money outside."

"Being an assistant is much easier than coding. Just wash and cut things up; there's no skill involved!"

Guo Miao's words were indeed effective; Chen Zhe's expression improved considerably.

However.

Does working as an assistant really require no skills?

My maternal grandmother's family had seven or eight acres of land, five of which were rented out, and the remaining three acres were used to grow rice paddies, seasonal vegetables, and so on.

Self-sufficient.

They're living a very comfortable life!

Today, Uncle Guo Fuqiang knew that his two older sisters' families would be coming, so he specially went to the field to pick some vegetables.

Then I went to the market and bought a lot of fish and meat.

After washing the cutting board, knife, and other tools, Yu Hui opened the refrigerator and took out the carp, pork intestines, beef, and black pork that his uncle Guo Fuqiang had bought early that morning.

In addition, they took out fresh cucumbers, loofahs, lettuce, peppers, and other vegetables grown at home from a basket next to them.

"Hey, you guys handle this!"

Without hesitation, Yu Hui tossed a whole fresh pork intestine to Guo Miao and Chen Zhe.

"This...this smell is so strong!" Chen Zhe immediately covered his mouth and nose.

Guo Miao wasn't much better off; she had her brows furrowed, looking like she'd just eaten a lump of fried dough sticks.

"Nephew, are you serious?"

"They've given us such a huge problem right from the start!" she muttered to herself.

Guo Miao often cooks at home, but rarely deals with pork intestines.

Firstly, it's too much trouble; this thing is too difficult to clean.

Secondly, the smell of raw pork intestines was unbearable for her.

She pinched her nose, about to speak, when she heard Yu Hui say unhurriedly:

"There's an iron basin in that corner. Put the large intestines into the basin, add salt, flour, white vinegar, and baking soda, and knead them repeatedly with your hands until they're no longer sticky."

"Next, turn the large intestine inside out, clean it once, then tear off the membrane and fat, wash it again, and finally put it in flour and rub it repeatedly until it is clean."

"You can wash it one more time; I'm sure you don't want to eat it the original flavor, right?"

Yu Hui's words immediately shut up what Guo Miao wanted to say.

She was just about to say that she didn't know how to handle pork intestines.

Who knew what would happen next?

Yu Hui then explained the detailed steps for cleaning the large intestine.

He put cucumbers, loofahs, and other vegetables into the washing basin and then turned on the tap to wash them.

Immediately afterwards.

He looked at Chen Zhe and Guo Miao.

"What's wrong?"

"What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and go wash the pig intestines!"

Guo Miao wanted to leave on the spot, but reason told her that she had to stay calm!

after all.

Tomorrow is the old man's 80th birthday.

Making a big fuss about this now is really outrageous.

After much deliberation, she finally gave in.

Guo Miao pursed her lips and went over to get the iron basin.

Chen Zhe covered his mouth and nose, still standing in the same spot.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Watching Yu Hui continuously chopping garlic, he subconsciously took a step back.

He was terrified that the large knife in his hand would fly down on his head at any moment.

A moment later, Guo Miao came over, pinching her nose with her left hand and holding an iron basin in her right.

"Zhe Zhe, bring in the pork intestines."

"Ah, okay...okay."

Chen Zhe hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

With his pinky finger raised, he reluctantly picked up the fatty intestines and quickly threw them into the iron basin.

I was afraid of taking even a second longer.

"Clap!"

Because it was thrown out too quickly, an unidentified liquid splashed out from the intestines.

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