An Dafu said, "They eat better than us at the restaurant, so there's no need to ask them to come back specifically to eat. The restaurant is busy, and since you introduced them, they need to do their job well so as not to embarrass you."
“Uncle, what are you saying? It’s not like you take leave all the time. What’s wrong with taking leave occasionally? Besides, I’m calling them back to teach them how to cook. As their older sister, I should teach them a few signature pork dishes so they can earn more money when they work in restaurants in the future.”
"Then we'll listen to you. They're lucky to have a sister like you."
“They raised their wages again this month,” Wen said, her face beaming with smiles. “It’s all thanks to Xiao Cui. By the way, Xiao Cui, is there anything else you need help with in the kitchen?”
"No need, Granny Zhuang has already prepared all the other dishes. I just need to stir-fry some pork liver and make some pork lung soup before we can eat."
Unfortunately, there were no onions in this era. Adding some onions to pork liver would make it taste even better.
Yang Cui cooked the more than three pounds of pork liver in four batches to ensure the best texture.
Granny Zhuang was in charge of the kitchen, so she learned from Yang Cui as she cooked.
About 15 minutes later, the pork liver and pork lung soup was ready, and the aroma wafted far and wide, already whetting their appetites.
"Delicious, delicious."
"It's delicious."
"I never knew pig liver could taste so good. Xiao Cui's cooking is really good."
It turns out everyone just wanted to give it a try, but they didn't expect it to taste so good.
With a mouthful of rice in her mouth, An Xiaohu mumbled, "Zeng Xiwan, come early tomorrow, then we can have a really good meal of pork."
Wen scolded, "Just eat your food properly, you can't even speak properly."
"Dao Ba, tomorrow morning you'll have to go and invite Manager Yu, Manager Song, Su Murong, Mo Zijun, and Ren Donghui over for a whole pig feast. Also, please call my two cousins back as well."
Cen Xiao: "There's no need to invite Manager Yu, is there?"
He remembered that Manager Yu had a bit of a crush on his wife before, and he would never allow someone like that to have any contact with his wife.
"No! I must invite them! Not only must I invite them, but I will go to invite them in person."
After Yang Cui finished speaking, she looked at Cen Xiao with a provocative look in her eyes.
The perceptive Dao San smelled the gunpowder—no, it should be the sour stench—and then secretly watched the show while sipping his pig lung soup.
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