Whenever they want to improve their meals, they have to hire someone to come and cook.
My culinary skills are now progressing towards becoming a master chef.
You can make something delicious by yourself.
Gu Yunyang's eating manners were truly unrestrained and enjoyable.
Gu Changbai wasn't usually a person with a strong appetite, but watching Gu Yunyang eat noodles, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva several times.
Han Xue and Yang Shengnan brought out the noodles. After taking a bite, they couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "I never expected that you could cook such a simple bowl of noodles so well."
Yang Shengnan, somewhat speechless, said, "What kind of ordinary noodles are these? The soup base is made from pork bones. It's just a bit of a pity; it would be even more delicious if you could add an egg."
Han Xue chuckled and added, "It's troublesome for us to eat eggs."
Gu Yunyang finished his noodles in a few bites and said with a smile, "That's no trouble at all. By the way, Brother Changbai's house, which is also the brigade leader's house, just had a brood of chicks. I ordered a few. If you want some, go to the brigade leader's house and ask as soon as possible. When the time comes, bring back a couple of hens, raise them, and they'll be like a chicken bank. It'll be much easier to get eggs then."
"I want it!" Han Xue immediately followed, her big eyes fixed on Gu Changbai.
Where had Gu Changbai ever seen such a scene before?
No wonder men turn bad when they have money.
I used to only see housewives with dull, yellowish faces, but now that I have money, I have many succubi who are clingy and dependent on me.
A real man is one who can maintain his own style.
Unfortunately, most men in this world are probably just like that saying.
A man's true nature?
After a few random thoughts, Gu Yunyang went into the kitchen and washed his enamel bowl.
Then, she came out and said to the bewildered Gu Changbai, "Brother Changbai, come with me. Let's go to the brigade headquarters first; we still need to get some materials from the brigade leader and the accountant. Oh, and I have some barley here..."
"Let me get it." Gu Changbai rushed over hurriedly, as if afraid that Gu Yunyang wouldn't let him do the work.
What Gu Yunyang didn't know was that when he got home last night, Gu Hanping gave him a serious talk, telling Gu Changbai to learn more from Gu Yunyang.
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, just be the first to do any physical labor."
"Yunyang is a sentimental kid. Help him with the chores more. Would he let you suffer any loss?"
Even Hao Pingping, who loves her own son dearly, admits this.
Although the job opportunity was ultimately given to the younger brother-in-law by the three sons and the husband.
But Gu Yunyang ultimately gave the decision-making power to her family.
As for where he ended up working, that's no one's fault but Gu Yunyang's.
Hao Pingping was also hoping that Gu Yunyang could bring a few more jobs to the family.
If all three sons became workers, receiving monthly wages and eating government-subsidized grain rations, that would be wonderful.
Those city dwellers, who receive a monthly ration of grain, don't have it easier than working in the fields.
Of course, she didn't know that cities across the country were reducing their grain rations.
If I had known, I probably wouldn't have felt this way.
But life in the city is only a little different from living in a smaller place.
Overall, it's still better than the countryside.
At least these days, nearly half of the nation's tax burden falls on farmers.
Gu Yunyang smiled and didn't argue with Gu Changbai. He then asked Gu Changbai to bring up a small bag of barley that he had specially prepared the night before.
The two walked together toward the brigade headquarters, with Gu Changbai turning back to look at Gu Yunyang several times.
Gu Yunyang was both amused and exasperated: "Brother Changbai, just ask whatever you want to ask."
Isn't it uncomfortable to keep it all inside, wanting to say something but holding back?
Gu Changbai was carrying a large barley in one hand, which showed that he was quite strong.
With his other hand, he scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly: "Well, I just wanted to ask, Yunyang, um, can I call you that? Yunyang, how come you can make sugar?"
His mind seemed to be filled with a lot of question marks.
Sugar making is not something just anyone can do.
This is a very high-end technology.
"Huh? It seems like you just read a couple more books?" Gu Yunyang's answer made Gu Changbai shut up instantly.
That appearance was quite comical.
"Ah? Oh, that's great. You're obviously a literary genius descended from heaven. If you want me to read books, I'd rather chop a couple more loads of firewood."
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