"I told you to talk nonsense, asshole."
"Ah, someone murdered her husband~~~"
Hahaha, everyone burst into laughter again.
On the 5th day, we were supposed to set off for home. However, Chen Xia saw that the sun was shining and the temperature was suitable. Thinking that it was a rare opportunity for everyone to go out, he suggested that they go hiking and have a picnic together.
The proposal was passed unanimously, and everyone went to prepare happily.
Chen Xia asked the staff of the commune canteen to help cut the mutton into small pieces and string them together with bamboo sticks. Then he asked them to help get some bamboo tubes and clean them. He also bought some glutinous rice, bacon, mushrooms and other ingredients.
Now, the cafeteria staff saw Chen Xia as if he were the God of Wealth. For four consecutive days, each of them had earned 12 yuan, almost half a month's salary, all for the simple task of slaughtering chickens and sheep.
Therefore, they will try their best to meet the requests made by the God of Wealth. Now they wish Chen Xia would not leave so that they can have private work to do every day. Not to mention 3 yuan a day, they would be happy even if it was 2 yuan a day.
Chen Xia prepared so many ingredients to make some delicious food that people have never eaten before.
Grilled lamb skewers and bamboo tube rice, don’t they sound tempting?
Of course it's tempting.
The next day, by a stream, Chen Xia was grilling meat, bragging to everyone, and occasionally adding fuel to the fire under the bamboo tube rice.
Those unmarried girls looked at Chen Xia who was in high spirits not far away and whispered to Gu Lin.
"Xiao Lin, you really make us envious. I didn't expect Section Chief Chen to be able to cook. You're truly a master in both the living room and the kitchen."
Gu Lin herself was also surprised: "This guy never goes to the kitchen at home. This is the first time I see him doing this."
"Oh, I regret it. If I had known earlier, I would have taken action. But I was too late and you took it away."
"Haha, Wang Fenglian, are you ashamed?"
Chen Xia learned this skill in his previous life. He is always an active participant in every team-building activity organized by the department. Although he is not good at work, he is quite good at eating, drinking and having fun.
"See? With my skills, even if I'm not a section chief, I can still set up shop at the night market and definitely have a booming business."
Chen Xia sprinkled a handful of seasoning on the mutton, and immediately a sizzling sound came out. The aroma was so fragrant that everyone's saliva flowed unconsciously.
"Section Chief Chen, what is a night market?"
"Oh, night markets are very popular in the United States. When it gets dark, everyone gathers together, and vendors spread a blanket on the ground with all kinds of small items on it to sell to the citizens who come to visit the night market.
What to do when you're tired and hungry? Then there are all sorts of delicious snacks available near the night market, the most famous of which are barbecue, crayfish, spicy hot pot, seafood porridge, cold noodles, skewers, oden, hot and sour noodles, duck blood vermicelli, casserole pots, and more.
Let me tell you, many people would rather skip dinner and wait for a midnight snack. Those lazy people would just call Meituan and have food delivered to their door with just a few taps on their phone. It's super convenient. Back then, I... ahem..."
Chen Xia was so excited that he almost let the cat out of the bag.
"Section Chief, what does Meituan mean? Are you hungry? Why can I get food delivered to my door just by clicking my finger?"
"Hey, this is their high technology. We can achieve it in 40 years."
Only Xie Liping sighed thoughtfully, "So Americans also eat duck blood vermicelli. It seems the taste is similar to ours."
"Cough cough cough," someone kept coughing violently.
The fragrant grilled lamb skewers and the glutinous and oily bamboo tube rice were ready, and everyone sat by the stream and enjoyed their meals happily.
"Well, Chief Chen, these lamb skewers are really delicious, better than braised ones."
Chen Xia fanned himself even more vigorously, imitating Mamtim's tone and shouting loudly: "Come on, come on, grilled lamb skewers, delicious lamb skewers, no charge if they don't taste good."
Everyone was laughing so hard that they were rolling on the floor. It was such a pleasure to be out with Section Chief Chen. He was like an idol.
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