"Eight barrels."
"bump!"
Yun Xiangrong smiled happily as he took the eight bamboo cards that Yan Zi had played in front of him, then drew out a seven and played it out.
Li Lan touched a card and complained, "Yan Yan, why don't you play two cards for Mom and Aunt Mei to touch?"
Yan Zi looked at his mother speechlessly. "Your eyesight is 1.5, and you don't have presbyopia. The two, four, and five bamboos in front of you. And the three, six, and seven bamboos in front of Aunt Mei, weren't they all played by me for you to touch?"
I don't want to play with a bamboo stick, but it keeps coming. What should I do if I don't play? I can't just be a flower pig, right? I'm also helpless.
It was Yan Zi's turn to draw the cards again. Before he even looked at them, he just used his thumb to feel the dense texture on the cards, and felt helpless.
"Nine barrels."
"bump!"
Yun Xiangrong pushed two nine-tube cards in front of him and said with a smile: "Our big star is here to give you benefits."
Then several mothers laughed.
Yesterday, Feng Jianguo decided that everyone should celebrate the New Year together because it was too sunny during the day and Mali Island is very small. They had already visited all the famous places on the island, so they asked Wang Defa to find a villa.
In order to avoid being exiled to Dongji Island, Wang Defa tried his best. The villa he found overnight not only has a beautiful sea view, but also has complete facilities.
The Chinese Essence machine in the corner of the living room immediately attracted the attention of several women. You know, Chen Mei is a frequent visitor to the community mahjong parlor when she has nothing to do, and Li Lan will also be pulled over to share a table when she has nothing to do.
Yun Xiangrong was from Shudu. There is a saying that when a plane passes over Shudu, the first thing you hear is the sound of mahjong.
Originally, Yan Zi was not very good at fighting, but Feng Xiaoyun was determined not to participate in the scene of three mothers teaching their children, so in the end she had no choice but to do it. After all, it was the New Year and other holidays, so it was only right to give some benefits to the mothers.
In the last battle, Yan Zi fired three cannons alone, ending the battle tragically.
While shuffling the cards, Li Lan glanced at the kitchen worriedly: "Are those grown men okay? Can they have lunch today?"
She knew exactly how capable Yan Yuming was in the kitchen. She worked on the train for a long time and could just go to the dining car for meals. Occasionally, when she went home or back to the station, she would cook for herself and Yan Yuming would do the rest.
So when he went to the kitchen, he could only make scrambled eggs with tomatoes or tomato and egg soup.
"Don't worry," Yun Xiangrong comforted him, "Feng Xiaoyun and Old Feng's cooking skills are both pretty good. They both love to eat and like to think about things. There's no problem."
"Old Feng manages so many companies, and he has such cooking skills?" Chen Mei thought that his Ma Xiangdong would be the main force in the kitchen today, but it was not a big problem for Ma Xiangdong to cook home-cooked meals.
But now that Yun Xiangrong said this, they couldn't help but be a little surprised that Feng Jianguo's craftsmanship should be quite good. In their opinion, Feng Jianguo should be the kind of person who is so busy that he can't even touch the ground, but after getting to know him, they found that it was not the case.
"He makes more money than others, but he is really lazy. He always says that the world can develop because lazy people want to be lazy. So he always tries his best to reduce his workload. He has been getting more and more idle in the past two years." Yun Xiangrong admires her husband very much.
"Yeah, Feng Xiaoyun said the same thing." Yan Zi chimed in, "He explained to me last time that just because their family is rich doesn't mean they're working harder than others now, it's just that their foundation is too good."
Feng Xiaoyun's original words at the time were: "If an ordinary person earns 10,000 yuan, it may take one or two months of hard work. For a star like Yan Zi, it only takes one hour of song sales on the platform, and he himself said it with a blink of an eye."
"That's why we need to take on more social responsibilities." Yun Xiangrong patted Yan Zi's hand and said, "What Mom likes most about you is your kindness. I'm very satisfied with many of the things you've done. So if you get tired of being on stage and don't want to sing or act anymore, Mom hopes you can take over the Xiangrong Foundation and help more people in need."
Yan Zi was a little touched and nodded. Just as she was about to agree, Yun Xiangrong took away the four lines she had just typed out.
"Four of a kind, all with a gang, top-notch quality. Give me money, give me money, Yanyan!"
Yan Zi: “…”
In the kitchen on the other side, the scene was similar to what the mothers outside had expected. Chef Feng Jianguo was in charge of preparing the main dishes, and Feng Xiaoyun was the deputy chef preparing some side dishes.
Because there were only two stoves, Ma Xiangxi, who had decent knife skills, was responsible for cutting vegetables, while Yan Yuming, a kitchen rookie, could only squat on the side and do some work such as peeling garlic and picking onions.
"Put the fish here," Ma Xiangxi put the cut fish on the side of the stove, then looked into the pot and asked, "Brother Feng, what are you planning to do?"
"Pickled fish, my specialty!" Feng Jianguo said proudly, "I went to the Huaguo Supermarket here early this morning. I didn't expect that this store was owned by someone from Shudu. He had authentic Shudu pickles there, which they don't usually sell. I asked him to share some with me."
"Although they are all sour dishes, my pickled fish is definitely not worse than the Tom Yum Goong soup we had yesterday."
Yesterday they had lunch at a very famous Malian restaurant. Everyone praised the Tom Yum Goong soup. Feng Jianguo was thinking about when he could let them try his specialty pickled fish. Unexpectedly, the opportunity came today.
"What is Xiaoyun cooking? It won't be very spicy, right?" Yan Yuming handed over the chopped garlic and asked Feng Xiaoyun while looking at the red oil bubbling in the pot.
They finally tried the ghost pepper roast chicken yesterday, and it was so spicy that they couldn't stand it. So when they saw the red oil boiling in Feng Xiaoyun's wok, they still felt a lingering fear.
"Don't worry, Dad. This is stir-fried broad bean paste. It looks bright red, but the taste is only slightly spicy. I'm making twice-cooked pork."
Oh, Yan Yuming knew about twice-cooked pork, but she had never seen anyone else cook it. At this time, she had nothing else to do, so she stood aside and watched her son-in-law and in-laws cook with great interest.
I have to say that Feng Jianguo’s cooking is mediocre and looks just average.
But it was different on Feng Xiaoyun's side. He just flipped the pot with one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the food in the pot flew into the air along the bottom and edge of the pot in a beautiful arc, and then fell down together.
At the same time, because the hot oil in the pot came into contact with the open flame, yellow flames rose from the entire pot, scaring the two onlookers.
With the joint efforts of the four men, dinner was finally served on time at noon.
Several warriors who had returned from the battle at the mahjong table looked at the pickled fish, mapo tofu, twice-cooked pork with green peppers and garlic sprouts, braised pork with potatoes, shredded pork with fish flavor, eggplant with pounded peppers, Kung Pao chicken and a large bowl of bone and multi-grain soup on the table, and nodded with satisfaction.
"Old Yan, which of these dishes did you make?" Li Lan asked with a smile.
"All of it..." Yan Yuming said confidently, "I was involved in all of it!"
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