The family of three enjoyed a delicious meal, especially Feng Qifan, who was particularly happy with the braised beef.
After dinner, Feng Qifan obediently continued doing his homework, while Feng Haidong cooked spicy crayfish in his own yard.
As summer approaches, it gets dark later and later.
In addition, Feng Haidong had a lot of other things to do during this period, so he postponed his trip to the night market.
Fortunately, with summer approaching and the days getting longer, diners are delaying their visits to the night market.
While Feng Haidong was busy in his yard, he heard a knock on the door.
This has become an essential part of Feng Haidong's daily routine of cooking crayfish.
Almost every night, neighbors would come over with pots and pans, drawn by the aroma, to buy some freshly cooked crayfish from Feng Haidong to satisfy their cravings.
Although there are plenty of crayfish on the market nowadays, the neighbors always say that the crayfish they make at home don't taste as good as the ones Feng Haidong makes.
Moreover, the crayfish bought from the market need to be washed by yourself, and you also need to use your own waste oil, waste gas and waste materials to cook them.
The key issue is that the final product didn't taste as good as Feng Haidong's.
The neighbors thought it would be better to just buy ready-made food from Feng Haidong's house whenever they wanted to eat it.
So every night when Feng Haidong starts cooking crayfish, neighbors come to buy some.
Upon hearing the knocking, Feng Haidong went to open the gate.
Then the neighbors would come with bowls, plates, pots, or even large tea mugs, all to buy crayfish to take home and satisfy their cravings.
Feng Haidong greeted his neighbors with a smile and invited them inside.
"Everyone, come in first, the first batch will be ready soon."
Upon hearing this, the neighbors filed in one after another.
A number of people quickly gathered in the courtyard, and the neighbors chatted and laughed as they waited.
"Haidong, your spicy crayfish is really amazing. I try to make it at home, but I can never make it taste like yours."
"Yes, I've tried making it at home many times, but it always feels like it's missing something."
"Haidong, I think you're deliberately tempting us by starting to cook this every evening around dinner time?"
"Haha, Hai Dong would actually have such thoughts? I don't think so."
"No, Hai Dong's skills are unique in the night market, and his business is booming."
"That's right, that's right. Last time I went to the night market, I saw that Brother Feng was too busy to keep up with everything."
"Really? Then you didn't help your Brother Feng?"
"Get lost, don't joke like that with me."
"Hahaha……"
The courtyard was instantly filled with a joyful atmosphere, and the neighbors would often tease each other, exchanging a few jokes that everyone would just laugh off.
Hearing the commotion in the yard, Lu Wanling quickly came out of the house to greet them.
"Grandpa, Grandma, Sister-in-law, everyone's here."
Upon seeing Lu Wanling come out, the woman who had spoken earlier said again, "Wanling, who did your Haidong learn his cooking skills from? It seems like you were the one who always cooked at home before. I've never heard that your Haidong has such good skills."
Lu Wanling said with a smile, "He's just being lazy on purpose, hiding his culinary skills and not wanting me to cook for him and his son."
Upon hearing Lu Wanling's words, the neighbors couldn't help but burst into laughter.
The neighbor said, "Haidong, you're not right. If you're going to keep your skills hidden, then you should have kept them hidden. Now that you've revealed them, your sister-in-law is nagging me every day, saying, 'Look at Haidong, he's always at home buying groceries and cooking. How did he learn to cook?' Listen to what your sister-in-law is saying."
The neighbor's words immediately caused everyone in the courtyard to burst into laughter.
Feng Haidong said with a smile, "Brother Zhang, if you get off work early one day and have nothing to do, come to our house. I'll teach you a few tricks. You can show off your skills to your wife when you get home."
Neighbor Brother Zhang said, "Isn't this... too much trouble for you?"
Hearing his neighbor, Brother Zhang, hesitate, the neighbors burst into laughter again.
Just as neighbor Brother Zhang hesitated, he immediately heard a voice from outside the yard: "Zhang Jianshu, I see you just don't want to learn, you just want me to cook for you, right?"
The shout outside the courtyard completely triggered laughter from all the neighbors, filling the entire compound with joy.
Amidst everyone's laughter, Feng Haidong's first pot of crayfish was officially served.
Feng Haidong quickly ladled out the first pot, then asked Lu Wanling to serve the neighbors.
When selling to his neighbors, Feng Haidong barely made any money. He would give them as much as he could, since they were all neighbors and their workplaces were basically in the same system as Lu Wanling's.
After most of the neighbors bought their properties and left, only a young couple remained.
Feng Haidong and Lu Wanling looked at the young couple, then exchanged a glance, sensing that something must have happened between them.
Lu Wanling greeted the couple, saying, "Chengjian, Dongxia, is there anything you need? Why don't we come inside and talk?"
The couple looked at each other, and then the wife, Dong Xia, spoke up: "Sister Lu, Brother Feng, we heard that Brother Feng is about to open a shop, and we just wanted to ask if Brother Feng's shop needs any help? We'd like to go and help out at Brother Feng's shop."
Both Feng Haidong and Lu Wanling were somewhat surprised to hear this.
However, as Feng Haidong looked at Yang Chengjian and Dong Xia seriously again, something very important suddenly came to his mind.
During this period, everything went smoothly for Feng Haidong, so he completely overlooked the current time issue.
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