Song Jiayu closed her eyes and told Wen Yun about the lessons of the past few days in the form of a dream.
Sure enough, Wen Yun burst into laughter again after hearing this. She didn't give Song Jiayu any face, and said while laughing, "I thought you were so amazing, but did I really say in that dream that you were worse than a pig? Oh, that really sounds like something I would say. Don't glare at me first, let me finish laughing first."
This laughter was not only continued on the way back, but Wen Yun would burst out laughing whenever he saw Song Jiayu, and then blame Song Jiayu, "I can't look at your face, you're too funny."
It also included the inexplicable laughter of Wen Yun, and the "hahahaha" in the middle of the night became a nightmare for the children in the two compounds.
But that's all in the future.
At this moment, I feel that I have laughed too much, and Song Jiayu's resentful expression is quite cute. Wen Yun hooked Jiayu's shoulders and said proudly: "It's just a dream of learning tailoring. I won't force you to be a tailor."
Song Jiayu stared at the man with suspicion.
"I think your cooking skills are very good. Practice hard. If a factory suddenly recruits chefs, you will definitely be able to get the job."
Song Jiayu rolled her eyes. Sure enough, it was still Wen Yun who demanded others to make progress.
"I laughed too much, hahahaha."
"To make up for your broken heart, if you want to make new clothes, bring the fabric to me. I will make them for you anytime. This promise has no time limit."
"You are already in your seventies or eighties, and you are still making clothes. Can you see the needle and thread clearly?"
"Don't underestimate me. An old tailor will not be defeated by time."
“…”
In the evening, Jiang Baizhou came back and saw the cold-boiled pig ears, salted peanuts, and spicy stir-fried carrot shreds on the table, as well as two people sitting on the bench, Wen Yun and Chang Shi.
He was silent for a second and greeted the two of them.
Wen Yun saw the conspicuous patch on her clothes and wanted to laugh again, but Song Jiayu reached out and pinched her waist. She covered her mouth and praised in an affectionate tone: "Jiayu, you did a good job on that patch."
After the four washed their hands and sat down, they tasted the cold-boiled pig ears, which were spicy and crispy. "Oh my God, this dish is so delicious and appetizing."
Song Jiayu accepted the compliment. Last night, she used the Shandong cuisine cooking one-week learning card and started the third week. The dishes she cooked should be even more delicious than last time.
"If it tastes good, eat more."
Compared to cold-boiled pig ears, Chang Shi prefers salted peanuts.
"It tastes good, right? My daughter Jiayu loves to make this. She brings some to me at the factory every day because she's afraid that my mouth will have no taste and that I'll be hungry." Jiang Baizhou said.
Chang Shi ate the peanuts, was stunned for a moment, and pointed at the clothes: "Wen Yun made this for me."
Jiang Baizhou… He pointed at the patch and said, “Jiayu sewed it for me.”
Wen Yun, who was standing by, saw this scene and laughed out loud again.
Song Jiayu reached out to tuck the hair by her ear, looked up at the roof, and pretended nothing had happened.
After reading it, Chang Shi said, "This is a very kind gesture."
Jiang Baizhou, feeling like he had found a like-minded partner, also said, "Yes, that's what I want."
The tailor's energy was like summer rain blowing from the sky, shattering into pieces on the ground and flowing away with the water.
The last chicken in the chicken coop will become food today.
Killing and plucking the chicken was a time-consuming and tiring task, so she carried the chicken and held an umbrella as she came to Aunt Cuihua's house. Chen Juan from next door just opened the door to come out, and when she saw her, she immediately closed the door.
"Jiayu, why are you here?"
"Aunt Cuihua, I'd like to ask you for a favor and kill the chicken." Song Jiayu ignored Chen Juan and picked up the chicken.
"Your chicken is quite fat. As usual, I want all the internal organs." Xiong Cuihua was not in a bad mood.
Song Jiayu had no objection. After Aunt Cuihua brought the processed chicken over, she first rubbed sliced ginger, salt and other seasonings all over the chicken, set it aside, marinated it, and then added water to the pot to steam it.
I planned to make scallion oil chicken. Since I love scallion oil, I prepared a lot of chopped shallots, green onions, and ginger. I poured oil into the pot, first added minced ginger and chopped green onions and stir-fried them for a few times, then added chopped green onions and stir-fried them together, and finally poured in one-third bowl of steamed chicken sauce. The scallion oil sauce was ready.
Take out the steamed chicken and let it cool, cut it into pieces, arrange it on a plate, and drizzle it with scallion oil sauce. The delicious and fragrant scallion oil chicken is ready.
As a chef, she couldn't help but try a piece first. The chicken was smooth and tender, and juicy with every bite. The aroma of scallion oil enhanced the texture of the whole chicken. Every bite was fresh and mellow, and full of scallion fragrance. It was perfect for those who love scallion oil.
Xu Qinghuan next door couldn't wait any longer, "Grandma, our braised fish isn't ready yet? I need to go exchange dishes with Jiayu. If you're late, it will be gone."
Mrs. Xu was not in a hurry despite being urged. As the sauce in the big pot was simmering, the aroma of the fish began to spread. Mrs. Xu filled a small bowl with the sauce and kept staring at her eldest granddaughter's back. She decided to temper her eldest granddaughter's temper in the last ten days of August.
"Jia Yu, come and change the chicken... and the dishes." Xu Qinghuan walked into the main room, and the aroma of green onions drifted into her soul.
"Okay, wait for me." Song Jiayu nodded, and used her own small bowl to serve the braised fish first, and then used Xu's small bowl to serve the scallion chicken.
Not long after, Lin Xue also came over following the smell. Her family was also eating meat today, and she brought a piece of braised pork belly. The braised pork belly dyed in soy sauce looked delicious.
When Wen Yun came again, she was holding on to the door and refused to leave. She didn't get the scallion chicken, but Song Jiayu couldn't bear to see her so she fed her a piece. The taste in her mouth rushed to the top of her head, making her want to eat even more.
There’s no way. I didn’t make it in time for today’s pork stewed with vermicelli, and there wasn’t much scallion chicken left on Jiayu’s table.
Old Qian's family.
Qian Zhuangzi, who was already able to walk a few steps with a cane, became even more irritable. "Mom, why don't we buy some meat today?"
Old Mrs. Qian explained, "We've already made pork bone soup several times this month to keep your legs healthy. How can we have any meat coupons?"
"If you don't have meat coupons, go buy them on the black market!" Qian Zhuangshi felt wronged. "I lost my job, and now I have to beg you for a few bites of food?"
Mrs. Qian was so distressed that she wanted to persuade Zhou Ying, but Zhou Ying stopped her, saying, "Mom, does he just want to eat a few mouthfuls of rice? He wants meat. Youfu is an apprentice at home, earning only 18 yuan a month, plus my 47 yuan. Not only do we have to take care of the whole family, but we also have to take care of Youmei and Youcai's schooling, Youfu's marriage, and his leg treatment at the hospital. Which of these things doesn't cost money?"
"Son, please take more care of the family." After being persuaded, old lady Qian turned around and persuaded her son.
Qian Zhuangshi threw his crutches and said, "I don't want to eat anymore. You guys can eat by yourselves."
I have to say that for Qian Youcai to be so awesome, it's likely that he inherited Qian Zhuangshi's talent.
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