Chapter 57 A Dark Horse
An Zhixia raised her eyebrows. Is this the rhythm of a girl chasing a boy?
She was particularly curious about how the brother in the article had managed to achieve this marriage, but unfortunately he was not the protagonist and only deserved a few passing remarks.
Who says that the more miserable the supporting characters are, the more they can highlight the little happiness of the male and female protagonists?
She didn't dare to answer, fearing that her interference would make things out of control. She hoped that her brother could be happy, and that Fang Hongye could have a good ending.
After work, Fei Zheng had just finished her self-imposed task of cutting eight baskets of pig grass a day. She hurriedly changed her clothes and rushed over. When she stood in the small kitchen, she saw An Zhiqiu cooking very seriously. He was tall and handsome, and his white teeth often made people dazzled when he smiled. At this moment, he was cooking with his lips slightly pursed, which made people feel hot in their hearts. They wished that they were the dish that his subordinates were stir-frying and were treated so seriously.
She was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and nodded to An Zhixia, then turned to look at Fang Hongye, whose beauty could not be concealed even in her plain clothes. She also saw that her watery almond eyes contained the same shyness and longing as her own.
She frowned, then relaxed her brows and said with a smile, "Hongye is a guest, how can she stay in the kitchen? An Zhiqing, Zhixia, you are the hosts, why are you all staying in the kitchen too?"
An Zhixia looked at her handsome brother, stood up, pushed him, and said with a smile: "Brother, you have already prepared a few dishes, leave the rest to me. The village chief and several old men are here, Qin Zhiqing and others are also here, you go and entertain them."
An Zhiqiu responded obediently, quickly scooped out the food from the pot, wiped the sweat off his forehead, and smiled apologetically at Hongye and Fei Zheng: "Thank you for your help, comrades. I'll ask Xia Xia to pack the brown sugar for you later."
The two of them quickly stood up and waved their hands, saying that it was not considered as helping. They couldn't just sit there and wait for others to serve them, right?
After the only man left, the kitchen seemed much more spacious. An Zhixia cooked, Fei Zheng cut vegetables, and Fang Hongye continued to light the fire.
"Can I call you Hongye? I can become a warehouse manager, thanks to the village chief. This year I can get 25% more grain than in previous years, and my life will be much better," Fei Zheng said with a smile.
Fang Hongye nodded, pursing her lips to shyly reveal her dimples, "Then I'll follow Xia Xia and call you Sister Zheng, right? Sister Zheng is a high school student, and her education is here. My dad said that we can't bury you."
As they had two meals a day together, her relationship with An Zhixia became better and better, and they became friends who would go to the toilet hand in hand. As soon as An Zhiqiu mentioned the word "Xia Xia", she could not help but say it.
Fei Zheng was silent for a moment, then lowered his head and started cutting potatoes. With the sound of the knife hitting the chopping board, the potato shreds were even and thin, and her knife skills were amazing. This was not something that the villagers who cut pig food could master.
"Sister Zheng, you can do it," An Zhixia said in surprise, "You are a very secretive person."
Fei Zheng usually eats alone and usually makes do with her meals. She rarely cooks except during festivals. It is said that her family conditions are not very good, but An Zhixia did not expect Fei Zheng to have such skills.
Fei Zheng bit her lower lip and said with a smile, "Actually, my family was well off before. My grandfather was a restaurant chef. When the country was first founded, he even cooked for the top leader of Jin City. I'm a girl, so I only learned some knife skills, pasta, and a few stir-fries."
"Or, shall I cook two dishes?" She looked at the spoon with a gleam in her eyes.
An Zhixia moved away from the stove, "Okay, Sister Zheng, let us open our eyes and see what our ancestors' restaurant cooking skills were like."
"What I cook is barely edible," Fei Zheng smiled modestly, but her work was very skillful. Her smooth movements stunned both of them, she truly was a great chef.
An Zhixia thinks Fei Zheng is more suitable to be a chef than her brother because she has both talent and background.
Fang Hongye's eyes were filled with a hint of admiration and genuine envy. She couldn't help but taste the food after it was ready. "Hmm, it tastes really good. Sister Zheng, why didn't you tell me earlier that you have this skill? Our village always borrows chefs from the neighboring village for weddings and funerals. If everyone knew you were so talented, they would have made reservations long ago."
Fei Zheng was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "In my family, cooking skills are passed down from father to son, not from daughter to daughter. If I hadn't often helped with cooking, my family members would not have been able to learn it because of their picky appetites. I haven't touched a spoon for so long that I'm a little rusty at it, so I didn't think about it."
The educated youth were a special group in the eyes of the villagers, and they were naturally skipped during weddings and funerals. Fei Zheng had been here for five years, but still had no chance to meet them, and never thought about it.
"Sister Zheng, do you want to have this meal? Chefs at weddings and funerals are treated well. Although it is a new society now and we can't be too particular, the necessary rules must be followed. The host will give four meat dishes and four vegetable dishes as invitations, and three white dishes and three red dishes as thanks." Fang Hongye said excitedly.
An Zhixia asked curiously, "What are these requests for titles and thanks for titles?"
Fei Zheng listened attentively. She was eager for material things. There were many children in her family, and the adults had limited ability. She had suffered too much. She wanted to have enough food and clothes, so she took the initiative to go to the countryside. Facts proved that her choice was right. Starting this year, she could earn full work points. After more than two months, a few hens laid eggs, and her life became better and better.
It's time for her to pursue a higher level.
Fang Hongye smiled and counted on her fingers, saying, "The four meats are usually pork, chicken, fish and mutton, the four vegetarians are usually mushrooms, fungus, soybeans and peanuts, the three whites are white flour, white rice and white sugar, and the three reds are red eggs, red cloth and red sugar! Although the amount of each is not too much, the chef is busy making a meal and it takes seven or eight days of work points."
Fei Zheng's hands trembled slightly. "Before Zhixia and An Zhiqing came, we Zhiqing didn't interact much with the villagers. I wanted to help, but I didn't have any way to do it."
"Oh, Sister Zheng, this matter can be taken care of by my mother..."
So the two of them chatted happily, and An Zhixia was a little confused. Did she have a wrong perception just now? It shouldn't be like that. Although she had never been in a relationship, as a movie queen who had won many awards, she was familiar with all the routines and could smell all the tricks.
It may also be that women’s friendship is too unpredictable. They can be as good as one person in one moment, and can turn hostile the next.
She was still worrying about how to deal with her relationship with them, but it turned out that they had already made an appointment to meet tomorrow, arm in arm.
Fei Zheng was the granddaughter of a chef after all, and the food she cooked was very particular about the color, aroma and taste, comparable to the private chefs under the imperial court in later generations. Everyone kept using their chopsticks while eating, not even taking a sip of wine, and left An Zhiqiu, the newbie chef, far behind.
(End of this chapter)
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