“That’s easy.” Yu Hui took a sip of water and said, “Just remember one key point.”
"What incantation?" Uncle Guo Fuqiang looked at Yu Hui with bright eyes.
"Two upturns, four stretches, and three moderates," Yu Hui said.
Upon hearing this, Guo Fuqiang was completely dumbfounded.
It's clearly all Chinese characters.
I don't quite understand how they're put together.
After thinking for a moment, his mind was still blank.
All I could do was ask, "Could you explain in more detail?"
"The two upturned parts are the fish and the tail. Both should be upturned to present an upward jumping appearance, which shows vitality. The four openings are the fish's mouth, gills, belly, and the cut surface. They should all be open so that they can be heated evenly."
"The three 'appropriate' points should be the easiest to understand: the consistency of the sauce, the thickness of the paste, and the ratio of sugar to vinegar should all be appropriate."
Upon hearing Yu Hui's explanation, Guo Fuqiang gasped.
"I never knew there were so many intricacies to cooking..."
"No wonder my cooking is so bad," he thought to himself.
It's not just Guo Fuqiang.
Upon hearing this, everyone at the table turned their attention to Yu Hui.
They never expected this.
A junior like me actually knows so many cooking techniques!
"Second sister, you are so lucky to have such a good son!" Guo Miao smiled slightly.
She truly envied Guo Fang for having a son who could cook so well.
"You flatter me," Guo Fang said with a smile.
She felt as happy as if someone had bought her old sow that she had raised for several years.
The smile on his face was unstoppable.
In contrast, Yu Jun appeared much calmer.
He sat quietly in his seat, expressionless.
But he was also very proud.
Having such an outstanding son makes me smile even in my dreams!
Soon, the scene transformed into a post-holiday awards ceremony.
Several elders took turns praising Yu Hui.
We talked about finding a wallet in elementary school and returning it, and about helping our grandmother cross the street in college.
They would seize any opportunity to talk about something, as if afraid that Yu Hui wouldn't be proud...
Seeing this, the younger generation couldn't help but exclaim, "This is what other people's children are like!"
Yu Hui couldn't stand the environment any longer, so he had to escape to the table of the younger generation.
At first, Guo Miao, Guo You, and others were still talking about Yu Hui's past.
But gradually, the conversation turned to other topics.
Seeing this, Yu Hui breathed a sigh of relief.
call!
Finally, the topic has moved away from me!
He was holding his phone, about to spray some pesticide to calm himself down.
Suddenly, Chen Zhe next to him said, "Cousin, come visit my house next time."
"My fat cat can do backflips, you'll definitely love it when you see it."
"No way?"
"How come all your cats can do backflips?"
Yu Hui pursed his lips, inwardly complaining.
It turned out that not long ago, a friend of his invited him to his home for the same reason.
He knew it in his heart.
These guys really wanted to take me home as a guest.
But more than anything, I probably just want to eat food I cooked myself...
The next second.
His uncle's youngest son's words confirmed his thoughts.
"Brother Hui, don't believe his nonsense!"
"He was just discussing with Sister Chengcheng how to get you home to cook for him."
Before he could finish speaking...
Chen Zhe and Huang Chengcheng looked at him with resentment, as if to say, "You brat, who told you to ruin my good time?"
"Brother Hui, after this birthday banquet, why don't you stay at my house for a few more days and experience the local customs and atmosphere?" said the eldest son of the uncle's family.
Yu Hui's cooking skills are amazing.
He was also reluctant to see Yu Hui leave so early.
"I'm sorry, I only have three days off. I have to go back after attending the birthday banquet," Yu Hui explained.
"This is easy to solve. Aren't you the boss? Just stop setting up your stall!"
The eldest son of the uncle's family rolled his eyes and spoke.
Upon hearing this, Yu Hui's lips twitched slightly, thinking, "Wow! They'll do anything for a meal I cook..."
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The next morning at 5:30.
"Wang Juan!"
"arrive--"
"Zhang Bingbing!"
"arrive--"
"Guo Meimei!"
"arrive!"
A man wearing a black baseball cap and a gray polo shirt stood at the entrance of Guo You, holding a cardboard sign to count the number of people.
He was the person in charge of the birthday banquet, and also Guo You's nephew, Guo Xianjin.
He has lived in the village for many years and often walks through the streets and alleys, so he is very familiar with Qingquan Village.
Guo Fuqiang had a good relationship with him, so he was entrusted with handling the birthday banquet.
Therefore, he was responsible for everything, including purchasing ingredients, setting up sheds, arranging tables and chairs, and buying cigarettes and alcohol.
Right now, he's taking stock of the people from the village who came to help.
In most villages, people share the same surname, and many share a common ancestor.
But Qingquan Village is a little different.
The villagers here have three or four surnames.
This is caused by reasons such as relocation, childlessness, marrying into another's family, or marrying into another's family.
I won't go into too much detail here.
Let's get back to the main topic.
After Guo Xianjin finished counting the people who came to help, he immediately frowned.
He muttered to himself, "What's going on? Why isn't Chef Wang and his team here at all?"
The villagers present are mostly those who have a close relationship with Guo Youjia and came to help.
When there are weddings or funerals in the village, relatives and friends usually visit each other to see if there is anything they can do to help.
These people are all volunteers and do not receive any wages.
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