The gatekeeper now recognizes Fang Yan and Xiao Yuzai. As soon as he sees Qibei's head peeking in from outside, he quickly comes out to help open the door.
Every time Fang Yan visited Grandpa Wei, she brought large bags and small packages.
The gatekeeper already knew perfectly well what was going on. As soon as he stepped out of the small room at the gate, he saw Fang Yan again, carrying two bags in her hands. "You've come to see Grandpa Wei?"
"Yes, is Grandpa home?" Fang Yan put down her things, took out a small bag of pork jerky from one of the bags, and handed it to him. "It's a little snack that I made myself. It helps me pass the time when I'm bored."
The gatekeeper is a really nice guy. He always helps her open the gate, and sometimes when she brings too much stuff, he even helps her carry it to the gate of Grandpa Wei's yard.
"You child, you're always so polite. I don't even know how much food I've eaten from you."
The gatekeeper chuckled and said, "Old Wei is here. They just came back from their stroll not long ago."
Who wouldn't like a polite young person?
The answer is, no one would dislike it.
So, when Qibei, who was playing as a forward, ran into the Wei family's yard...
A short while later, I saw...
Good heavens!
One, two, three, four, five...
Grandpa Shen and the others also came out.
It turned out that Grandpa Wei had invited a few old friends out for kueh chap, and while they were eating, someone started talking about Fang Yan's cooking skills.
Then……
They couldn't eat anymore.
Several old men gathered around Grandpa Wei's place, discussing whether they should go to the market tomorrow to ask Fang Yan to buy some braised food to enjoy.
Going today?
It's too late to go today; I doubt I'll be able to buy any.
I heard that long queues always form in front of Fang Yan's stall half an hour in advance.
The five old men were quietly discussing that they must arrive forty minutes early tomorrow to queue up.
That way, they can be at the front of the line.
Before they could even confirm the time, they saw Qibei's big dog head peeking in from outside the door.
Qibei is Fang Yan's loyal guardian; if it's here, Fang Yan must be here too.
That's why we had the scene of five old men filing out one after another.
"Xiao Fang, you're here!"
Good heavens, these greetings, delivered simultaneously and with great force and imposing manner, startled Fang Yan so much that she was stunned for a second.
When she came to her senses, her second reaction was—Oh no! We didn't prepare enough jerky.
She didn't know that Grandpa Shen and the others were also there; she only prepared one portion for Grandpa Wei and one for Wei Jiahong.
You ask, they are clearly father and son, why prepare two portions?
Of course, it's because last time Fang Yan brought some sea salt biscuits to Grandpa Wei, one day Wei Jiahong was busy and came back too late, so he took them out to fill his stomach.
As a result, the father and son became enemies.
To avoid a repeat of this "turning against each other" incident, she made a point of separating the portion intended for Wei Jiahong this time.
Wei Jiahong's secretary, who helped him run errands last time, might be able to get some into his office and share it with him.
I just don't know...
Fang Yan stared at the five menacing old wolves in front of her.
I wondered if Wei Jiahong had the luck and skill to protect this piece of jerky from these old men.
Sure enough, when Fang Yan explained her purpose and the braised beef, braised pork hock, and braised pork knuckle she brought—which was actually pork neck meat, a piece of meat that was both crisp and chewy, and then stir-fried after being braised—the taste was absolutely amazing.
When all the beef jerky and pork jerky were brought out, it almost sparked a world war.
"Old Wei! Our decades-long revolutionary friendship, isn't it worth sharing half of the meat with me?"
"Don't give me any of that 'friendship' nonsense," Old Master Wei said, his arms crossed, tightly protecting the bag of meat in his arms, as he warily eyed his four old friends. "Today, anyone who dares to lay a finger on my meat, I'll fight them to the death!"
In short, for the sake of the child in their arms, the ship of revolutionary friendship that had been broken for decades capsized in an instant.
Because they had been friends with Mr. Wei for decades, the other four old men knew that getting meat out of Mr. Wei, who always loved food the most, was harder than climbing to heaven.
So they all turned their heads and set their sights on Fang Yan's other bag.
The four old men, their sagging faces beaming with smiles, said, "Little Fang, Jia Hong is like an ox. Give him a plate of grass, and he'll eat it with relish. But if you give him something this good, he won't taste anything. So why don't you..."
It's over!
Fang Yan thought to herself, "It seems that Wei Jiahong won't be able to enjoy this meal today."
As soon as this worry arose in her mind, she saw the door to one of the rooms move.
Wei Jiahong came out, neatly tidied up.
He went straight to Fang Yan and asked, "Is this for me?"
The tone was so practiced that Fang Yan began to doubt whether they were really that close.
"Um?"
Seeing that she didn't react, Wei Jiahong gave a soft "humming" sound.
"Yes, yes, it's rare to see beef in the market, so I braised some of it. I also made some into beef jerky and pork jerky. Try it and see if it suits your taste."
Fang Yan snapped out of her daze and quickly handed the other bag to Wei Jiahong.
“Your cooking skills are amazing,” Wei Jiahong said, taking the bag. “Everything you make must be delicious.”
Well, although he only ate the breakfast that Fang Yan prepared once.
However, he had heard about Fang Yan's cooking skills from Old Master Wei hundreds and thousands of times.
"It's not safe here, I'll take my things to my room first."
After saying that, under the watchful eyes of the four old men, Wei Jiahong leisurely carried the various kinds of meat that Fang Yan had given him into his room.
After a long while, Grandpa Shen finally came to his senses and turned to ask Grandpa Wei, "Old Wei, didn't you say Jia Hong just came back and is sleeping?"
How could someone who was sleeping suddenly appear and steal their flesh!
Grandpa Wei was also bewildered. "When we went out to look for you, he had just returned and went straight to sleep."
He didn't know why Wei Jiahong, who was usually never woken up even by a thunderous roar after staying up all night, was up today.
Well, of course they wouldn't know.
Wei Jiahong, who had been busy all night and didn't get back to catch up on sleep until 8 a.m., was able to get up and "grab" thanks to them...
No, it's protecting his flesh.
Wei Jiahong has always been a good sleeper; when he's asleep, even thunder might not wake him.
However, the five old men's powerful shout of "Little Fang, you've arrived!" was like a thunderclap...
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