Captain Qian waved his hand and said:
"It's no big deal. We have a tractor driver in Willow Tree Village. Let him drive it back for you, and you can walk back yourself. What's a grown man like you afraid of!"
The tractor driver who was at the back: What did he do to deserve this? Why is he the one who has to bear all the consequences in the end?
What are you afraid of? Afraid of the cold? What kind of weather is this? It's so cold at night!
What kind of uncle is he, who doesn't care about his nephew at all!
Zhong Wanwan looked at the tractor driver, who looked utterly dejected, with sympathy and came to his rescue:
"Brother Wei, give me directions. I can drive a tractor, so I won't need to bother the tractor driver from our village!"
Captain Qian patted Brother Wei on the shoulder and said:
"With such a great opportunity, we two must drink until we drop tonight!"
That evening, Zhong Wanwan enjoyed Aunt Qian's secret recipe for her signature dish – smoked chicken.
The taste was amazing! It was even better than the smoked chicken that Zhong Wanwan ate at the best restaurant in the modern city!
Zhong Wanwan looked at Aunt Qian with bright, sparkling eyes and said:
"Aunt Qian, is this smoked chicken particularly difficult to make? Could you sell me some of your secret braising sauce?"
If she had that skill, she wouldn't have to worry about lacking meat at all!
"Better to sacrifice your fellow Daoists than yourself!" She didn't care whether her two younger brothers ate or not; she had to make sure she had enough meat to eat first!
Aunt Qian is now very accommodating to Zhong Wanwan, granting her every request. It's just a spice packet, what's the big deal!
Aunt Qian took full responsibility, saying:
"No problem! I still have quite a bit of the ingredients I bought last time. I'll pack them for you in a bit, and you can use them right away when you get home!"
"Smoking is even simpler. Just use some tea leaves and tea stems, add a little bit of white sugar, light it, put the chicken on a bamboo mat on top, cover it with a pot lid, and it'll be done in a little while!"
Zhong Wanwan listened to the steps and thought they weren't difficult at all. She said confidently:
"It doesn't sound too difficult, I'll give it a try later!"
Little White Poplar had a bad feeling. Why was his older sister having this wicked idea of cooking again?
It doesn't sound too difficult, but don't you know your own skills?
If a dish requires more than three steps, you'll still manage to make it taste terrible. Why won't you give up?
Aunt Qian has plenty of spice packets, but not a single chicken in her family is ever spared!
We finally managed to get some meat, we can't just waste it!
Little Poplar quickly intercepted:
"Aunt Qian, my older sister was just joking. We don't need the spice packet. We're perfectly fine with chicken stew with mushrooms!"
"Besides, Aunt Qian's spice packet must be a secret recipe; she can't just give it to anyone!"
After saying that, Xiao Baiyang winked at Aunt Qian, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets!
Aunt Qian, not understanding, said:
"Even earlier, this smoked chicken recipe was passed down from my maternal grandfather's family. If you're talking about a secret recipe, it was one of the best back then!"
"Later, everyone knew how much meat they had to make this, so it wasn't a secret anymore. Everyone in my family knew how to make it, including my daughter-in-law!"
"It's alright, I'm overjoyed that Master Zhong likes it, there's no reason why I can't give it to him!"
Little White Poplar's signal was completely misunderstood; Aunt Qian didn't pick it up at all!
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