Huang Ying returned to the room, opened her palm, smoothed out the crumpled paper, stared at the address on it for a long time, and then carefully put it into the Xinhua Dictionary.

After parting with Huang Ying, Yun Mo turned around and went to the post office.

She first called the courtyard and briefly inquired about the situation at home. After that, Yun Mo called Zeng Fang and Xie Xia one by one.

When I came out of the post office, I met a chicken vendor. There was a big rooster with a bright red comb and two big golden claws. You could tell at first glance that it was a authentic free-range chicken.

Yun Mo bought one without hesitation. Wow, it weighed 11 kilograms. After removing the hair and internal organs, the chicken meat alone weighed at least 8 kilograms.

After buying the chicken, Yun Mo went to the vegetable market and bought potatoes, onions, celery, bean paste and other ingredients.

Afterwards, the two went to the station to find Chen Bin and asked him to take them back to the village.

After arriving at the Huang family, Chen Bin did not turn around and leave. Instead, he parked his motorcycle at the door and followed Yun Mo and Ling Chuan into the house.

The Huang family was no longer as distant and defensive towards Chen Bin as before, and politely invited him to sit down.

Chen Bin took out three stacks of money from his pocket and handed them to Yun Mo, "Here is a total of 3,000 yuan, please count it."

As agreed before, Chen Bin invested 3,000 yuan, accounting for 12% of the shares of the bamboo weaving factory.

In front of everyone, Yun Mo wrote a handwritten shareholding agreement for Chen Bin, and asked the two major shareholders, Huang Zhiqiu and Huang Jianjun, to sign and put their fingerprints on it.

After putting away the investment letter, Chen Bin stood up and prepared to go home, but Yun Mo kept him there for dinner.

Chen Bin was not polite and rolled up his sleeves to help kill the rooster.

After killing the chicken, Huang Zhiqiu and Liu Zhi blanched the chicken in the kitchen, while Ling Chuan and Chen Bin squatted by the well to clean the chicken intestines.

Yang Xinghua, who was standing under the eaves, watched this scene, feeling indescribably complicated and conflicted.

Yun Mo was looking at the round bamboo plaque that had been woven.

Weaving bamboo plaques is the specialty of Huang Kailin and his son Huang Jianjun, and the process is much simpler than making rice dumpling boxes. In less than a day, five bamboo plaques with a diameter of 60 cm were woven.

Yun Mo evenly brushed a layer of varnish on the five bamboo plaques, and then placed them in a ventilated place to dry.

After the varnish was applied, the rooster and chicken offal were also processed and all that was left was to light the fire and put them in the pot.

Yun Mo had already thought of how to eat the big rooster. The chicken body would be used to make a chicken pot, the chicken head, neck and chicken feet would be used to make soup, and the chicken offal would be stir-fried with sauerkraut.

Under her arrangement, Ling Chuan tied an apron and started to work in front of the stove, while Yun Mo took Huang Qingning to find Peng Fang to "collect debts."

Huang Jianguo was also cooking dinner, and billowing green smoke was coming out of the kitchen chimney.

It was Huang Wen who opened the door for them. When he saw them, Huang Wen was visibly stunned.

Yun Mo smiled and asked, "Third cousin, is my second aunt home?"

"Yes, come in."

As soon as the two of them entered, Peng Fang came out of the kitchen. When he saw that it was Yun Mo, Peng Fang's face immediately fell.

Yun Mo still smiled, "Second Aunt, I came here to get those two boxes of cigarettes."

"Xiao Zhao hasn't come back yet..."

"Mom, have you cooked yet? I'm starving!"

Speak of Cao Cao and he will appear.

Before Peng Fang finished her words, Huang Zhao came in from outside. Seeing Yun Mo and Huang Qingning, he greeted them with a smile.

Yun Mo got straight to the point, "Second cousin, I came here to get some cigarettes."

"What kind of cigarettes?"

Yun Mo told him everything that happened that morning, "...Second cousin, fake cigarettes are harmful to your health. You should give them back to me."

"Have you finished both packs?"

"Ah, I had lunch with a friend in town today. I smoked two by myself and gave away the rest."

Hearing that the cigarette was smoked, Yun Mo was helpless. She thought with her toes that Peng Fang would not compensate her.

Besides, two packs of cigarettes only cost 1.3 yuan, and she was too lazy to waste time arguing with the other party.

After Yun Mo and Huang Qingning left, Peng Fang patted her eldest son's shoulder with satisfaction, "Xiao Zhao, luckily you are quick-witted and know how to find an excuse to fool her."

"I didn't make excuses. I really finished those two packs of cigarettes."

Peng Fang's eyes widened immediately, "Did you smoke both packs?!"

"ah."

Peng Fang was so angry that she kicked him and said, "You prodigal son, why don't you know how to save money? Two packs of cigarettes cost 1.3 yuan, which is enough to buy two kilograms of pork!"

Huang Zhao quickly hid aside, shouting, "It's just two packs of cigarettes. If you want to eat meat, I'll go cut it for you tomorrow. I'll cut you 10 or 20 kilograms of meat. You can eat it slowly..."

On the way back to Huang's house, Huang Qingning held Yun Mo's arm and said angrily, "Cousin, are we just going to let it go? Two packs of cigarettes can buy a big piece of pork!"

The prices in Liu'an Town are lower than those in Jiang City. Pork costs 80 cents per pound, and you can buy a pound and 6 ounces of pork for 1.3 yuan.

Seeing Huang Qingning's depressed look, Yun Mo teased him deliberately, "Look how distressed you are. Do you want to eat pork? I'll go to the town and buy you two pounds of pork tomorrow."

Huang Qingning blushed immediately, "I don't want to eat meat, I just feel sorry for those two packs of cigarettes, okay! Cousin, my second aunt made such a fuss this morning, causing you and your cousin-in-law to lose face in front of the whole village, aren't you angry?"

"How can I not be angry? I'm not the Virgin Mary Sue."

"Holy Mary Sue? Who?"

"The epitome of a good-for-nothing."

"oh."

Yun Mo gently put her arm around Huang Qingning's shoulders and comforted her, "Qingning, remember one thing: getting angry is punishing yourself with other people's mistakes.

Your cousin's husband is a good cook. We can have delicious roast chicken when we get back. If you keep thinking about unhappy things and affect your appetite, isn't that a bigger loss?"

"Cousin, I really didn't expect that my cousin's husband, who looks cold and fierce, can actually cook. Moreover, my cousin's husband is so tall that my mother's apron is so short and small when tied on him. It feels so funny."

"Then I'll buy him a large apron when I go to town next time."

"Ah? You're still planning on having your cousin's husband cook every day?"

"After you eat the food he cooks, you will let him cook even if I don't tell you."

“Is it that exaggerated?”

If it were in the past, Yun Mo would not dare to say this, but now, after her training this month, it is no exaggeration to say that Ling Chuan's cooking skills are no worse than those of a restaurant chef.

As Yunmo expected, the Huang family praised Lingchuan's chicken pot.

The chicken weighed about 7 pounds, plus 5 pounds of potatoes. Half of the food was cooked in a large iron pot, and it took three soup bowls to hold it all. A plate of fried chicken offal was also added, and everything was eaten up without leaving anything.

After eating and drinking their fill, the Huang family members all had round bellies and praised Ling Chuan’s cooking skills.

"I think if my cousin's husband opens a restaurant with his cooking skills, he will definitely do good business. None of the small restaurants next to our winery can cook dishes as good as my cousin's husband. He can make a lot of money every month."

Huang Qingning agreed, "Yes, yes, yes. If my cousin's husband goes there, his business will definitely be the most prosperous. It will be no problem for him to earn two or three hundred a month. It's better than setting up a street stall."

After that, Huang Qingning hurriedly explained, "Brother-in-law, I don't look down on street vendors. I just think it's hard work for you to set up a street vendor, and the income is not stable. It's always more respectable and easier to open your own shop."

(End of this chapter)