Chapter 88 Half Price Chicken Dinner
"How much is a chicken? Wu Jianguo, you are so generous!" Zhang A'mei scolded.
"What if he ran away now? Do you still want the kids to compensate you?" Wu Jianguo roared.
Huang Ling and Song Ying looked at each other. They were waiting here! The couple sang in unison, quite harmoniously!
Song Ying was about to retort, but Huang Ling patted her on the shoulder, then looked up at the sky and understood what was going on.
Huang Ling said to the couple:
"Okay! We are all neighbors, and we don't want to make things awkward with you. So, your three children and our three children will all be responsible. We will pay half of the price for each chicken. What do you think?"
Seeing Huang Ling's confident look, Song Ying knew that she had an idea in mind.
Whenever she suffers a loss, she will get it back double.
"The four of you!" Zhang A'mei counted and found that the number of people was wrong.
"It's funny! Xiaoting is afraid of chickens. She hid behind me and didn't even leave the yard!" Song Ying immediately defended her.
"Then our Xiao Min just watched from the side!" Zhang A'mei also defended.
"Who knows? The kids in the alley must be counted in. If you don't want to count them this way, then so be it! Anyway, you are selling this chicken, so you know what's going on." Huang Ling snorted.
Wu Jianguo said, "Half is fine. We do have responsibilities, and we are all children. We don't know what's going on. What's the point of three or four?"
"Okay, I'll give you whatever you want. But let's make a deal: if we find this chicken, it's ours. There's no refund."
"Okay." The couple nodded.
Zhang A-mei is indeed a master of calculations, and she immediately calculated:
"The state-owned enterprise charges 64 cents per pound. Since we know each other, we'll sell it to you for 60 cents. The chicken is about five pounds, so the total is three yuan, so half is one yuan and fifty cents."
Huang Ling counted the money for them and they prepared to leave.
However, it is not a holiday, and the Wu family has not sold any chickens for several days. Eggs are selling well, but chickens are not.
Huang Ling called them:
"Wait, this is how we handle it this time. Next time, please keep an eye on your chickens. If they run into the alley again, we won't allow them to happen. Don't think of this as a way to make money." Huang Ling said heavily.
"I understand. I'll go and see what's wrong with the chicken coop." Wu Jianguo replied.
When the two of them returned, Song Ying curled her lips:
"Usually, Zhang A-mei treasures that chicken more than Wu Jun and Wu Shanshan. She even let it escape. I think she let it go on purpose. She wanted to trample the road and hate to see us get better."
"Of course. Hey, do you want braised food or stewed soup?" Huang Ling nodded.
“Whatever you stew, whatever you want”
“Chicken!”
"What chicken?"
"Oh! You..."
"No, please explain it clearly! I can't keep up with your thinking!" Song Ying didn't quite understand.
"Wait a moment." Huang Ling turned and went into the house.
The children in the house heard the conversation between the adults in the yard and were about to be scolded, but Huang Ling said to them:
"I don't blame you this time, but you should think more before doing things. You should have known that chickens will fly away when they are anxious. Then you chased me in the same direction..."
"Yes, the three of us should surround it!" Pengfei answered first.
Huang Ling continued, "Also, in the future, when it comes to other people's property, you'd better not touch it to avoid disputes. Do you understand?"
"I understand." Several people answered obediently.
"Do you want the chicken braised or cooked in soup?"
"Braised." Lin Dongzhe replied.
"Chicken soup." Xiaoting offered another suggestion.
"Then chicken soup." Lin Dongzhe changed his mind.
"You found the chicken!" Pengfei's eyes lit up.
Huang Ling nodded approvingly. This child is really smart!
"Wait a moment."
Huang Ling arranged their homework and went out.
When he came back a while later, he was holding a plucked chicken in his hand.
Song Ying saw it and laughed, clapping her legs.
She pulled him into the kitchen and laughed until tears came out.
"Oh my god, whose house did you just see the chicken fly into?"
"Yes, I can see it from this angle." Huang Ling nodded.
"Then why don't you..." Song Ying pointed in the direction of the Wu family.
"I was going to tell them, but who knew they would blackmail me? So I won't be polite!" Huang Ling said with a smile.
Lunch time had passed a long time ago. Huang Ling just looked up to confirm and saw smoke coming out of his chimney again. He must be boiling water to remove the hair.
Think about it, there are a few acquaintances around here, and everyone knows whether you have chickens at home.
But it’s different after the hair is shed, I can say that I bought it.
"Just give them to you if you want them!" Song Ying didn't believe it was that simple.
"I would cry, make a fuss, and even threaten to commit suicide! I haven't even started to use it, but they got scared when they saw that I was not Zhang A'mei. It seems that I have a bad reputation!" Huang Ling answered honestly.
Song Ying finally understood: "When you say wait, you mean wait until they remove all the fur!"
"Ah, they have already started, right? So we don't have to boil water anymore. I won't let them help for nothing, so I'll give them some." Huang Ling raised her eyebrows.
Song Ying looked down and saw that the chicken neck, head, and offal were gone. She couldn't help but scream:
"Where are my chicken gizzards?"
"Then I can give this to him! It's here!" Huang Ling stretched out her other hand, which was holding a pair of chicken gizzards.
"Oh my God, I'm dying of laughter! We spent one dollar and fifty cents on such a big chicken! Hahahahahahaha! Zhang A'mei will be so mad if she knows this! She'll vomit blood!" Song Ying slapped Huang Ling hard.
Huang Ling grimaced when she was photographed by her.
"Can you be more reserved?"
"No! My stomach is about to hurt from laughing! You have to compensate me!"
"Here, here, your gizzards! I'll compensate you."
The two looked at each other and laughed again.
The children next door couldn't hear their conversation, but they could hear Song Ying's terrifying laughter.
"Aunt Song..." Pengfei couldn't help but ask.
"My mother... please be more tolerant. You will get used to it over time." Dongzhe said earnestly.
In the evening, Huang Ling first cooked soup with the chicken, then took out the chicken, shredded the meat, mixed it with green onions, ginger, garlic, soy sauce, and sesame oil, and made hand-shredded chicken.
Pengfei had a bowl all by himself.
He didn't know why at first, but when he looked down, his eyes turned red.
The chicken in this bowl is a little different. The oil is red and there is red chili powder on the chicken.
He looked at Huang Ling gratefully. Huang Ling smiled at him gently and motioned him to eat.
She didn't ask Pengfei whether he could eat spicy food, but when Pengfei was chatting with Tunan, she heard Pengfei talking about the food that his family in Guizhou often ate.
Pengfei lowered his head and ate the rice, using it to pick up all the soup in the chicken bowl.
The days are peaceful and beautiful.
Huang Ling is very patient and she is waiting for good news.
Until that day when I saw Zhou Huaiyi coming to pick up my sister from get off work.
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