Upon learning that Fang Yan might leave the county town at any time to join the army in the Northwest, Grandpa Wei and the others immediately wilted.
After all, they had lived their whole lives and only once had they met someone like Fang Yan, whose culinary skills were so exceptional that she could conquer the stomachs of all five of them at the same time.
They're doing this now and then, and they'll ask Fang Yan to cook them a meal every now and then, or buy them some good food to treat themselves.
And then, with a "snap," the dream was shattered.
The key issue is that they cannot persuade or stop Fang Yan from going to join the army.
After all, this is beneficial to family harmony and happiness.
"When are we going?" Wei Jiahong came out of the room again at some point and asked Fang Yan.
Fang Yan: "I don't know, I'll wait for your notification."
Wei Jiahong nodded slightly, indicating that he had heard.
The next second, he opened his lips and said something completely unrelated, "When you decide on a time to eat hot pot, remember to let me know in advance."
"ah?"
First, he changed the subject way too quickly;
Secondly, Fang Yan always felt that Wei Jiahong, the county's official, was not what she had imagined.
Although the county town is not big, it is still a county town, right?
In my past life, I watched TV and saw that not only the county magistrates, but even the top officials in towns were so busy that it seemed like they had to squeeze sleep out of a sponge.
Besides, didn't Wei Jiahong himself work through the night last night?
So, you still have time to eat hot pot?
"Jiahong, you're so busy with work. You can just have your secretary buy you a meal. Running around like this is such a waste of your time, isn't it?"
To avoid having someone else competing with him for food, Old Master Shen and the others patiently and earnestly tried to persuade him.
Wei Jiahong's gaze swept across their faces one by one, and he said calmly, "It's alright, my motorcycle will arrive tomorrow. I'll ride it back and forth, it'll be quick."
The five old men: ...
Well, including Grandpa Wei, he didn't want Wei Jiahong to come back for hot pot.
After Wei Jiahong effortlessly devoured most of the breakfast Fang Yan had cooked last time, Old Master Wei suddenly realized that he might have underestimated his son's fighting prowess.
Right now, he doesn't want him to compete with him for food at all.
Unfortunately, the contest ended in defeat.
"It's still early today. How about I go to the market now and cook you some home-style dishes for lunch?"
Looking at Grandpa Wei and the others, their hair was already gray, yet they were still arguing like children over a little food.
She felt a little guilty, and since the Wei family's housekeeper was off today, she decided to cook lunch for them.
Perfect timing! She could also use the Wei family's phone to call Captain Liu and ask in advance if he would be at work that afternoon.
"You're coming over this afternoon? Okay, I'm in the team."
Just before hanging up, Captain Liu remembered that one of his teammates was in the town center on business, so he said to Fang Yan, "Where are you? I'll have my teammate come pick you up after he's done."
The column's barracks were in the suburbs, and there were no buses at that time. If you took a tricycle there, it would cost at least three or four yuan.
That's quite a lot of money.
When someone came to pick her up, Fang Yan didn't refuse, saying, "Just stop at the police station entrance."
Wait a minute, after lunch, she still has to go to the police station to deliver beef jerky to that young comrade.
After agreeing on a time and place with Captain Liu and obtaining information about the person who would pick her up, Fang Yan went out to buy groceries with Grandpa Wei and a few others.
Wei Jiahong coughed lightly and reminded them again, "Buy more groceries, I also need to eat at home."
The five old men glared at him, wishing they could send him to the office to serve the people.
Fang Yan smiled and replied, "Okay."
A group of six adults and one child, plus the little rascal Qibei, went grocery shopping in a grand manner.
Little Fish was the happiest, especially since all five old men doted on him.
The little guy would run off to tease Grandpa Wei one minute, and then run off to play with Grandpa Shen and the others the next, as happy as a little bird.
With someone helping to watch the children, Fang Yan started thinking about the menu as they walked.
Before long, the menu was finalized: shrimp and lotus root dumplings, mildly spicy pickled fish, minced meat and potato boats, green vegetables, and a fresh soup.
Time is tight, there's no time to make a slow-cooked soup.
For the main dishes, we'll use her braised beef and braised pork knuckle.
All in all, there are seven dishes and one soup.
"Gentlemen, how do you like these dishes?"
Fang Yan sought the opinions of several old men.
"Yes, yes, absolutely."
The five old men spoke in unison, extremely excited.
The menu Fang Yan presented today included sauerkraut fish, which they had eaten once before and still remember fondly.
The other dishes were all new, and they were incredibly eager to try them.
Fang Yan didn't decide on the "raw soup" because she didn't know what suitable ingredients she could buy that day.
Until she saw an old lady by the roadside with two bunches of goji leaves in her basket, she decided, "I'll make a pork liver and goji berry soup."
After buying groceries, we returned to Grandpa Wei's courtyard.
Several old men rolled up their sleeves, eager to help Fang Yan.
Fang Yan dared not let them do any work.
Besides, they weren't ordinary old men before they retired; they probably never did any housework.
Because they had actually made things worse, Fang Yan tactfully persuaded them to leave, saying, "I can handle the kitchen work by myself. Could you please keep an eye on Xiaoyuzai and Qibei for me? Those two are quite mischievous."
After finally persuading the five old men to leave, Fang Yan turned around and quickly began to work.
As she was slicing the fish, she heard footsteps behind her again. Thinking it was the old man returning, she said, "Really, you don't need to..."
“It’s me,” Wei Jiahong’s deep, pleasant voice rang out as he walked inside, sleeves rolled up. “What can I do for you?”
Fang Yan, who was slicing fish, stopped what she was doing when she heard his voice. She turned around and looked at him, asking suspiciously, "You know how to do kitchen work?"
Wei Jiahong felt a little guilty after being asked this question, and replied, "Not familiar with them."
"I can give it a try, and if I'm still unsure, I'll ask you again."
Fang Yan was unsure whether to let him try.
However, seeing his sincerity, she gave him a chance, "Then take out some rice, wash it and cook it."
"How much rice do you need to wash?" Wei Jiahong asked, facing the rice container, encountering his first obstacle.
Fang Yan thought for a moment, then said, "Scoop out three cans."
The tool the Wei family used to scoop rice was an eight-treasure porridge pot.
After washing the rice, Wei Jiahong looked at the rice in his left hand and then at the water in his right. He had encountered a second obstacle...
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