"What's up?"
Old Master Wei is now trying his best to maintain a good relationship with Fang Yan so that he can ensure his future enjoyment of good food.
Upon hearing this, he quickly asked.
Fang Yan said a little embarrassedly, "Could I come to your house to make a phone call?"
She wanted to tell Zhang Jizhou the latest findings about Xue Wanxue, but making a phone call from outside would ultimately limit the secrecy.
"What's wrong with that?"
Grandpa Wei immediately glared at Fang Yan with displeasure, "You child, I've eaten so many meals cooked by you, is this little thing even worth mentioning?"
If you need to call in the future, just come to our house. If I'm not home, just tell the housekeeper that I agreed to it.
I'll also let Auntie know in advance.
Grandpa Wei launched into a long, rapid-fire speech.
The other four elderly men, who hadn't yet found an opportunity to "win over" Fang Yan, quickly offered, "Little Fang, we also have a phone at home, and it's closer to here. Why don't you come to my house to make the call?"
“I also have a phone at home. Let’s call two tricycles over, they’ll be there in no time.”
"My family has one too..."
...
"What are you doing? What are you doing!"
Grandpa Wei got angry and directly tried to drive them away, saying, "Xiao Fang said he was going to my house to make a phone call, what are you trying to do?"
It's almost noon, shouldn't everyone hurry home for lunch?
"I'm not going!"
Hearing that it was lunchtime, the old men were even less willing to go back.
It's almost mealtime, and based on their understanding of Old Master Wei, they're sure he'll coax Fang Yan into cooking him something delicious.
If they all go home now, wouldn't that be a boon for Lao Wei?
They would never let Lao Wei eat all the food himself.
"Xiao Fang, Little Fish is hungry too. Shall we buy some groceries on our way back?"
"Yes, we had lunch at Lao Wei's house, just something simple and casual."
Anyway, they believed that if Fang Yan cooked something simple like rice noodle soup, it would definitely be better than what was sold outside.
Old Master Wei: ...
Do these old men think he's dead?
"What are you doing? Xiao Fang leaves early and comes home late every day, and you still make her cook? How can you be so shameless!"
"Don't you want to eat the food Xiao Fang cooks?"
The other old men unanimously criticized him.
Old Master Wei looked up at the sky speechlessly: ...
What should I do if I have a bunch of incompetent teammates?
He's not worried that one day Fang Yan will get annoyed by them making her cook every day and will stop selling things to them.
Where will they get such delicious food then?
Isn't he doing this for their future enjoyment of food?
Why can't these incompetent teammates understand his good intentions?
Seeing the five old men staring at each other like old children, Fang Yan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I have to go home early today. Let's just have something simple, like stir-fried sweet potato noodles and a soup, okay?"
Time was tight, so we could only eat quick and easy dishes.
"Yes, yes, absolutely."
The five old men nodded in unison.
So, on her way back, Fang Yan bought some bean sprouts.
Seeing that the local chives looked very tender, I grabbed a bunch as well.
I cut two more pounds of winter melon and picked out more than a pound of large, dry, and beautiful white clams.
They were lucky; after buying pork, they ran into someone carrying a small bag of very fresh river shrimp, and she bought them all.
We arrived at Grandpa Wei's courtyard.
Wei Jiahong wasn't home today. The housekeeper was just about to start cooking when they came in. "Xiao Fang, are you the head chef for lunch?"
After getting to know Fang Yan, I learned that she was an excellent cook, and my aunt also liked to joke with her.
"Grandpa Wei said he had some sweet potato starch that someone gave him. Could you please take it out and roll it into noodles? We'll stir-fry some sweet potato noodles later."
Fang Yan put the things in the kitchen and said to the aunt.
"Yes, we have a lot of potato starch at home. If we leave it any longer, it will turn red. I'll go take it out and roll it out now."
The aunt immediately got to work.
Potato starch will turn red if left for too long, and it won't taste as good.
This stuff isn't used often, but it's good for stir-frying glass noodles.
"Xiao Fang, do we need to peel these shrimp? We can peel them for you."
Grandpa Wei went into the kitchen, carried the nearly five pounds of shrimp he had bought to the yard, and called a few old friends to help him cook.
He urged Fang Yan again, "Didn't you want to make a phone call? Go make it now."
The phone was on the corner cabinet in the living room. Fang Yan had just called yesterday, so Grandpa Wei didn't need to say anything more.
Fang Yan didn't stand on ceremony, "I'll be quick."
"Don't worry about the phone bill, just make things clear."
Although the phone bill was expensive, Grandpa Wei still generously waved his arm and said.
Since Fang Yan asked to borrow his phone, it means that what she wanted to say was very important.
If you're worried about the phone bill and don't explain things clearly, it could cause problems and be a waste of time and money.
"OK."
None of the old men were stingy or miserly, and Fang Yan did not refuse their kindness.
They were all foodies, so she could simply cook more delicious food for them before she joined the army to repay them.
"Mom, I'm going to help the grandpas peel shrimp."
Seeing that his mother was busy, Little Fish very obediently ran to help Grandpa Wei and the others.
Well, whether it will backfire or not is hard to say.
Fang Yan dialed the phone number left by Zhang Jizhou.
As expected, the phone rang twice before being answered by the soldier on duty. Upon hearing that it was her, the soldier quickly called someone to fetch Zhang Jizhou.
A moment later, another voice came, "Hello? Sister-in-law?"
"I'm listening," Fang Yan said.
"Sister-in-law, the captain isn't here. He won't be back for about half an hour."
"Then please write down this number. When he gets back, have him call this number."
Half an hour had passed, and they probably still hadn't left the Wei family's house.
I guess they just finished eating.
I can go home right after I finish this call.
"Why are you back again?"
Seeing her come out, Old Master Wei looked up and asked.
"Ji Zhou isn't here yet; he'll be back in a bit. We'll call him back when he gets back."
Fang Yan picked up the shrimp heads they were about to throw away and replied.
"You can eat shrimp heads? Why are you picking them up?" Grandpa Shen asked curiously.
Fang Yan told them to twist off the shrimp heads first, "These shrimp heads have roe, which can be stir-fried to extract shrimp oil, making a particularly delicious soup."
How can such a dry, scrawny shrimp head be made into something so delicious?
The old men had some doubts.
However, the movements of his hands did not slow down at all.
They quickly twisted off all the shrimp heads.
Fang Yan removed the shrimp whiskers, washed them, and set them aside for later use.
"Auntie, wait a minute."
Turning around, she saw the aunt pouring boiling water into the potato starch, and she quickly stopped her...
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