In another world, he had a friend who also owned a dog. At the beginning of the month, the dog ate whatever he ate; by the middle of the month, he was eating whatever the dog ate; and by the end of the month, the dog would run away from home whenever it saw him…
The fat man hugged the chicken with great joy, showering Xu Jiang with praise, which made the chicken cover its ears with its two front paws in obvious disgust. Damn it, the way the poop scooper was making empty promises was just like Ma Liang's magic paintbrush.
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After walking through, it was the first time he had ever entered his eldest and second eldest sisters' "dormitory".
As soon as I entered the room, I felt that the whole room smelled nice, unlike Chen Fang, who at 21 years old was still like a ribbonfish, flat on both sides, without any femininity.
The older sister had just gotten up when the fat man, caught off guard, couldn't brake in time and collapsed in the room.
He immediately scrambled to his feet, head down, back hunched, neck tucked in, hands pressed tightly against his trouser seam, body slightly leaning forward... vividly demonstrating what it means to be honest and simple.
Chen Rong turned her head away, struggling to suppress her laughter, before questioning him, "What are you doing, being so impulsive?"
The fat man quickly raised his hand: "Big sister, chicken! Big sister, chicken!"
With a "pfft," Chen Yan, who was in the lower bunk, burst into laughter.
When the fat man saw that his second sister had also woken up, he was even more dumbfounded and quickly turned around to leave.
Chen Rong shouted sharply, "Stop! Where did you come from?"
The fat man hid the chicken behind his back with both hands. He was so excited about getting chicken that he forgot to make up a lie...
Heaven have mercy, he's been eating rabbit food for almost 20 days since he arrived here. He hasn't seen a single piece of meat; at this rate, he could be on his way to the Western Paradise to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures.
The fat man stammered, "I stole it, I stole it!"
Chen Yan retorted, not to be outdone: "Where did you steal it from!"
"I... I'll obey you. It's none of your business whether I eat or not."
A blue quilt and a green quilt were lifted at the same time, and the two older sisters got out of bed together.
The eldest sister is 26 years old this year, and the second sister is 24 years old. The fat man lowered his head even further.
Two fingers, one light and one heavy, poked the fat man's forehead; "You've got some nerve!" "You old-fashioned feudalist!"
The lighter blow was from the eldest sister, and the heavier one was from the second sister. The fat man was almost crying: "Eldest sister, second sister, chicken, let's eat it."
"..."
When he arrived at work, as expected, Liu Lan approached him early in the morning and said, "Fatty, good morning."
The fat man ignored her and continued with his preparations.
Liu Lan was furious, but she had no choice but to try to improve her relationship with him. She whispered, "Fatty, I was wrong. Can I apologize to you?"
The fat man retorted, "What did you do wrong?"
Liu Lan: "..."
Ma Hua and a few others huddled together and whispered, "What's going on?"
"The sun must have risen in the west, huh? Didn't Liu Lan look down on him?"
"Who knows? Maybe the fat guy gave her some benefits behind her back."
One thing that Fatty was satisfied with working under Sha Zhu was that he didn't meddle too much.
Besides two meals a day and cleaning, chatting, drinking tea, smoking, playing chess, playing cards... all of these are fine!
He would join in when he was in a good mood, unlike some leaders from another world.
Fatty's attitude put Liu Lan in an awkward position, but she was very perceptive of the situation; otherwise, she wouldn't have taken the initiative to make peace with Sha Zhu in the TV series.
Liu Lan came up to the fat man again, smiling and grabbing him tightly: "Fatty, be quick about it, how about we make peace from now on?"
The fat man was also somewhat surprised: "Is this Deputy Factory Director Li's idea, or yours?"
"Of course it was my idea. Don't be ungrateful. I didn't tell Shazhu a single word about what happened yesterday!"
Liu Lan's ability to say such things actually made the fat man think more highly of her.
In his memory, Liu Lan's defining characteristic was: making do, and spending her whole life bowing to life's hardships.
Just like at the end of the TV series, she forgave her husband who was no longer capable of causing trouble outside and took him back. In her own words, she just made do.
People with this kind of attitude towards life are generally not cunning.
The fat man reluctantly believed her: "Tell me, what's your purpose?"
"It's Deputy Factory Director Li. He wants to know what else you can cook besides the dish from yesterday?"
The fat man thought for a moment and said, "I can cook most common home-style dishes, but I'm still a bit lacking in the skills for more complicated ones. Like deboned fish head, squirrel-shaped mandarin fish, braised sea cucumber with scallions..."
"Alright, alright, who's listening to you reciting the menu here! Okay, I understand, go get to work."
To be fair, Liu Lan is quite pretty. Although not as beautiful as Qin Huairu, she is still the kind of girl from a modest family, otherwise she wouldn't have caught the eye of that perverted Deputy Factory Director Li.
Good-looking people are always more likely to be forgiven.
Without Liu Lan's targeting, the fat man entered a stable period of development.
MCA is still at odds with him, vying for his prestige and performance, putting on an act of unwavering loyalty to him, showing a very strong competitive spirit.
The fat guy, on the other hand, seemed rather passive, having mastered the art of slacking off.
That means listening to the master in everything. Seeking the master's opinion on everything, and doing whatever the master says. If the master doesn't say anything, then I'll stop for a while.
When he got home that evening, the fat man used his superb knife skills to chop the chicken into small pieces.
In those days when resources were scarce, the smaller the pieces of meat were cut and the thinner the slices were, the more meat would appear in the finished dish.
People in this era wouldn't even dare to eat chicken twice a year. Even if they did buy some, they'd only make soup with it.
They stew the meat until it's mushy and tastes like nothing at all before feeding it to the kids. If they hit someone, they just slurp up the chicken bones as a treat.
The chicken broth is saved to cook cabbage, stew tofu, or make dumpling soup; that's what it means to know how to manage a household.
Zhou Haiqin originally planned to do the same, but the fat man insisted on making them mushroom stewed chicken.
Zhou Haiqin couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she slapped him on the head and went back to her room in a huff.
When Chen Rong came home from get off work, she couldn't resist sneaking into the kitchen as soon as she passed by. She inhaled the delicious aroma in the air and murmured, "It smells so good!"
At dinner, in addition to the chicken that Xu Jiang caught, Zhou Haiqin also made an exception and fried two eggs.
The fat man was stunned; in the past, this was a treatment only given on birthdays!
Of course, there wasn't a share of fried eggs for the three daughters. Chen Fang had just made a sarcastic remark when Zhou Haiqin hit her with the tip of her chopsticks: "Even eating chicken can't shut you up!"
When the fat man turned around, he handed the fried egg to Chen Fang with a look of disgust: "I've had enough of this stuff. Just looking at it makes me sick."
It almost made Zhou Haiqin sick with anger!
Chen Rong and Chen Yan giggled, and Chen Gangqiang was overjoyed; this kid has really matured since starting at the factory, and he knows how to make his older sisters happy now, bringing more laughter to the house. A harmonious family brings prosperity...
The next day was Sunday.
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