Chapter 124 Miss You Salt-baked Chicken, Shrimp, Crab and Snail
Her shouting suddenly silenced the old ladies and gentlemen who were chatting.
Yu Zhile looked out from the food pick-up window and happened to see blood on Zhang Hailan's hand.
"Brother Hu, the vegetables in the pot can be eaten after simmering for another half an hour." She immediately took off her apron and explained the details. "The coarse salt can be reused. You don't have to throw it away."
"Hey, let Xiaoshuang go with you, so that you can take care of everything." Hu Laosan responded.
Hu Shuang followed Yu Zhile without saying a word.
The two of them rode their bikes to the town hospital and walked quickly inside. Hu Shuang accidentally knocked over a boy's medicine bag.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hu Shuang apologized quickly, picked up the paper bag and stuffed it into the man's hand.
Li Ran looked at Yu Zhile's hurried back, stopped for a few seconds, and walked towards where they left.
"Hello, may I ask which ward the injured people sent from the cannery are in?" Yu Zhile stopped a nurse.
The young girl looked at them strangely and said, "The room at the end of the corridor."
Yu Zhile and the other person walked forward, and with every step they took, the wailing became louder.
When they stood at the door of the ward, the sound became extremely harsh, even worse than the sound of slaughtering a pig.
An extremely fat man was lying on the bed near the door, his head wrapped in gauze with only his eyes, nostrils and mouth exposed, and he was crying for his parents.
"Chen Zhao shouldn't have gained a lot of weight just because he went to the hospital." Hu Shuang frowned.
The next second, Chen Zhao's voice rang out behind them: "Sister, why are you here?"
The two turned around and found that he had a bandage wrapped around his forehead, holding a few big peaches in his arms, and looking at them happily.
Seeing his energetic appearance, Yu Zhile breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "What's going on?"
"Just now, an aunt said that I was pretty, so she gave me some peaches. She said they were grown at home and were very sweet." Chen Zhao said as he handed the fruits to them.
Yu Zhile knew he was lying, so he changed his expression and walked up to him and grabbed his ear.
"Sister, don't be angry, I'm telling the truth, I'm telling the truth." Chen Zhao hurriedly changed his words and begged for mercy.
When Li Ran saw this scene, he found it inexplicably funny and laughed out loud unconsciously.
When he reacted, the three people's eyes were completely focused on him, staring at him intently.
"Comrade Yu, I saw that you were in a hurry, so I followed you without permission. I'm sorry." Li Ran pushed his big black-framed glasses. "Your brother is fine, so I'll leave first."
Yu Zhile smiled and nodded, watching him leave.
Afterwards, she and Hu Shuang forced Chen Zhao to sit on a bench and asked him what had happened.
As soon as Chen Zhao arrived at work, he ran into the factory director and the deputy director who were up to something evil and heard their vicious plan.
The oxcarts carrying seafood were heavily laden, so they moved very slowly, taking more than half an hour longer than usual to get into the city. By the time the seafood reached the cannery, its vitality had been reduced by half, and it could not last long enough to be transported back to the village.
Not only did the two men want to block Haiyu Village's path, but they also wanted them to watch the villagers' week-long efforts go to waste before terminating the cooperation.
"I was so angry, but I really held it in at the time, thinking about discussing countermeasures with my sister in the evening," said Chen Zhao.
Unexpectedly, when he went out for some fresh air, he ran into the lecherous factory manager harassing a female colleague, so he clenched his fists and beat the man into a pig's head.
"What's going on with this wound?" Yu Zhile poked it lightly.
Chen Zhao took a deep breath and said awkwardly, "I accidentally stepped on a stone and hit the wall."
After the three of them talked for a few minutes, the people in the ward were exhausted from shouting and were gasping for breath.
After a long while, he said in a weak voice: "Nurse, nurse, I want to call the police. I want to arrest that bastard and put him in jail."
"Then it depends on who sends who in first." Yu Zhile lowered his head and sneered.
Chen Zhao smiled and said, "Sister, the rest of my life is in your hands."
As he spoke, he took out a long box and handed it to Yu Zhile. This was the birthday gift he prepared for him - a black fountain pen.
"Go lie on the hospital bed and don't go looking for anyone to chat with." Yu Zhile advised.
After that, she took Hu Shuang to the police station to report the case, saying that Chen Zhao had an argument with the factory director after discovering his misconduct, and both parties were admitted to the hospital.
Then, she went to the post office to buy stationery and envelopes, wrote an anonymous letter of denunciation, and asked someone to deliver it to Ning Tan at the Armed Forces Department.
The two men returned to the state-owned restaurant and the casserole had just left the stove and was brought to the front of the hall by Hu Laosan.
As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, the rich salty aroma quickly spread around, making everyone salivate.
"San'er, what is this dish called?" Father Hu asked first, "Eating sea pig snails on noodles in one pot?"
"Salt-baked dishes." Hu Laosan first put the snails into the bowl, and then peeled off the salt layer by layer to get the ingredients.
The salt-baked chicken legs are particularly tempting, with a light golden skin and visibly tender and juicy meat.
The long period of salt baking allows the saltiness and light spice flavor to penetrate deeply into the ingredients, retaining the delicious characteristics of the ingredients while bringing a different flavor experience.
“This chicken is good, the skin is crispy and tender.”
“The prawns are firm, tender, salty and delicious.”
"I like the eggs cooked this way. The egg whites are chewy."
The group was very satisfied with the meal and expressed their opinions one after another.
Seeing them eating with relish, Yu Zhile smiled a little more.
As they approached the restaurant, more and more people came into the store, and Hu Laosan invited her into the kitchen.
"Xiao Yu, how is Xiao Chen?" asked Hu Lao San.
Yu Zhile and Hu Shuang looked at each other and replied, "It's okay, I just hit my forehead and it's bleeding a little."
"It's good that he's okay. I stewed a pot of old hen soup. It's very nutritious. Let him drink a few more bowls." Hu Laosan pointed to the earthenware jar on the stove.
Yu Zhile nodded. The chicken soup still needed to be simmered for more than half an hour, so she moved a small stool to watch the fire.
Orders kept coming in through the window, and Hu Laosan and his two apprentices were busy as always.
The flames licked the bottom of the pot gently, and steam slowly rose from the small holes in the lid, bringing out the delicious flavor of the clear chicken soup.
Yu Zhile called up the panel and, as usual, checked the operating status of the robot butler and found that there was a fluctuation in the middle of the night.
She picked up a piece of unburned firewood from under the stove and wrote and drew on the dark wall of the pot.
The irregular ups and downs still brought two sets of explanations, one set was garbled code with unclear meaning, and the other set had only three words - I miss you.
Yu Zhile was distracted for a moment, and flames ignited again at the other end of the firewood.
【Host, please be safe. 】
Xiaoyun's voice brought her back to reality. She threw the firewood back into the stove and refreshed the panel page randomly.
"The pickled pepper crucian carp with lotus root slices and bean sprouts is ready." Zhang Hailan said loudly at the food pick-up window.
Yu Zhile stopped what he was doing, clicked into the live broadcast room, changed the content of the announcement, and set the time for the sea-hunting live broadcast to tomorrow morning.
Afterwards, she opened the intermediate mall, bought a bottle of recovery fluid, and deposited it in the small warehouse before closing the panel.
Hu Shuang followed his grandparents to eat a meal, and after eating, he carried a few aluminum lunch boxes into the kitchen and asked, "Le Le, do you want to eat in the store, or go to the hospital with Chen Zhao?"
"Let's go to the hospital." Yu Zhile took the lunch box and started to scoop soup.
On the other side, Hu Laosan made a dish of stir-fried Chinese cabbage and blanched prawns and asked them to take it away.
When the two arrived at the hospital, they happened to see Ning Tan leading the team away.
Ning Tan asked the others to get in the car first and motioned for Yu Zhile to step aside to talk.
"Le Le, I'll go to the ward to find Chen Zhao first." Hu Shuang left tactfully.
"Just come to me directly from now on. No need to beat around the bush." Ning Tan returned the letter to Yu Zhile. "I have checked the person. He is not an enemy spy, but he has a bad lifestyle and is suspected of corruption. I will hand it over to Secretary Liu for follow-up investigation."
Yu Zhile smiled and said, "I understand."
In the ward, Chen Zhaozheng was chatting animatedly with an old man in the next bed. They talked about everything from illness to work to their respective hometowns, and finally they became friends regardless of age difference.
Hu Shuang, who witnessed the whole process, was amazed. It was the first time she met someone who could talk more than her.
Yu Zhile and the old man's family came into the house one after another, and Chen Zhao finally calmed down to eat.
"The police have been here, and so has Minister Ning." After he had eaten and drunk his fill, he remembered the important matter, "The old pervert has been taken to another ward, and someone is guarding him outside the door."
"Don't worry about this matter." Yu Zhile said.
He was suspected of corruption less than a week after being parachuted in. He must have done a lot of such things before. Moreover, his lifestyle is bad, so he can't escape even if he wants to.
Chen Zhao suddenly remembered the seafood supply and said, "But even if the old pervert is removed, the deputy director will continue to stop the production line."
"Well, actually you don't have to worry about this." Hu Shuang interrupted, "In principle, even if the production line is stopped, the cannery still has to accept the goods from Haiyu Village."
Yu Zhile and the other two looked at her, confused.
Hu Shuang was surprised and asked back: "I thought you had forgotten, but you really don't know?"
The two shook their heads in sync, then nodded in unison.
Hu Shuang's judgment was based on the importance of Haiyu Village to the Zhenyuanyang Team.
The cannery's canned sardines are the best-selling product, accounting for one-third of its revenue, but sardines can only be caught by ocean-going fleets.
There are seven founders of the Zhenyuan Ocean Team, three of whom are from Haiyu Village, and the current core members of the Ocean Team were all brought up by Yu Chaochuan.
"My grandfather said that it's not hard to find a captain, but it's hard to find someone who is experienced and flexible. The cannery is most afraid of having no harvest." Hu Shuang continued to explain, "So, they usually pay more when they receive goods from Haiyu Village, just to keep Grandpa Yu."
Yu Zhile and the other man suddenly understood.
"Then I'll quit my job. The workshop is so boring. I might as well work in the village." Chen Zhao curled his lips.
Yu Zhile smiled and said, "Come back and develop a side business with us. I want Haiyu brand products to be sold all over the country."
Her voice was not loud, but it made Hu Shuang and Chen Zhao feel their blood boiling.
"Okay, let's work together to sell the products from Haiyu Village all over the country." Chen Zhao jumped up.
The old man smiled heartily and praised: "This is the new youth, full of ambition."
"Learn from you." Chen Zhao saluted him.
Everyone had a smile on their face and no one noticed a figure outside the half-open door.
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