At half past three, Ye Zhiqiu rode his bike back, bringing not only two hens, but also a piece of pork belly.
After parking his bike, he went to the living room and saw Feng Xiaomei eating canned oranges with Ye Bailu. He even heard Feng Xiaomei say, "It's very sweet. Just eat it, Xiao Bailu. My sister has some at home too."
Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, really not knowing what was going on.
Wang Xiaolan, who was still chatting and laughing with Chen Yuqing, saw Ye Zhiqiu coming back and asked hurriedly, "Son, what are you still doing here? Go to the kitchen and make that chicken?"
Ye Zhiqiu came back to his senses and said angrily, "Mom, it's fried chicken. I'm back now, so I came over to say hello...
Aunt Chen, Comrade Xiaomei, please take a seat first. I'll go to the kitchen and do some work for a while..."
Ye Zhiqiu left the living room dejectedly and went to the kitchen to light a fire and boil water in preparation for killing a chicken.
At 4:30, Ye Zhiqiu finally finished marinating the chicken and started washing the vegetables. They had to have fried chicken as a pre-dinner snack, and they had to stay for dinner! It was a bit rushed, so he didn't want to bring back too many dishes.
Ye Zhiqiu fried some parts of the chicken and cut some out to make stir-fried spicy diced chicken, twice-cooked pork, and chili and egg scramble. He also made a meatball and loofah soup, and finally a vegetable dish to complete the meal.
The sound of chopping chicken in the kitchen stopped for a while, and then turned into the sound of chopping pork, and then the sound of cutting various side dishes.
When it was around five o'clock, Ye Zhiqiu started to put the marinated chicken coated with egg liquid and flour into the oil pan and started frying!
The fried chicken was ready, and Ye Wubing came back from school. He went to the living room and was pulled by Wang Xiaolan to say hello. Then he happily moved to Feng Xiaomei's side.
Smiling, he asked, "Sister, you're a college student. Can you help me figure out how to solve this math problem? I've been looking at it for a long time, but I still can't figure it out!"
When it comes to young people and things like doing exercises, Feng Xiaomei will never remain silent.
So she smiled and said, "Let me show you, this is how the problem should be solved..."
So when Ye Zhiqiu brought in the fried chicken, not only did Liu Cuihua go home, but Ye Wubing was also seen looking at Feng Xiaomei with admiration, saying all kinds of nice words to flatter and praise her!
Ye Zhiqiu's face darkened. Why did he feel like his younger siblings were so good at coaxing people? He couldn't even say a few words, but why did Feng Xiaomei become so willing to talk when she was with them?
But he quickly controlled his expression, because it was too embarrassing to be jealous of the two little guys!
He said to everyone with a smile: "Fried chicken is here! Mom, quickly take everyone to wash hands, this fried chicken needs to be eaten with hands."
Wang Xiaolan looked at the bowl that Ye Zhiqiu brought over. The golden thing looked delicious.
She greeted him with a smile and led him to the kitchen to wash his hands.
Ye Zhiqiu pulled Wang Fugui, who was walking behind him, and asked quietly, "Grandpa, what's going on now?"
Wang Fugui patted Ye Zhiqiu's hand and said with a smile, "Everything is fine. Just cook with confidence. We will take care of your praise!"
Ye Zhiqiu was satisfied with the answer and then he let go of her hand. He said happily, "Grandpa will eat a big chicken drumstick later. This fried chicken recipe was specially learned by me and the Western food chef. It will definitely make everyone want more!"
"Hey, it's not like I haven't eaten fried chicken before. Look at your fried chicken. What's the difference between it and the ones I've had?"
Ye Zhiqiu had forgotten that Wang Fugui was actually a gourmet!
To be honest, when marinating this fried chicken, he added a lot of spices, the proportions of which were only developed later. He was very confident that his fried chicken would taste better than the ones of this era!
Four big chicken legs, one for Chen Yuqing, one for Feng Xiaomei, one for Ye Bailu, and one for Wang Fugui.
So Ye Zhiqiu, her mother, and Ye Wubing ate drumsticks!
There was no need to ask whether it tasted good or not, because Ye Zhiqiu got the answer from Feng Xiaomei's big smiling eyes and curved eyebrows!
Chen Yuqing was so satisfied with the meal that she finished the whole fried chicken leg in one go before praising Ye Zhiqiu, "Xiaoye, this fried chicken is absolutely amazing! I've been to Western restaurants to eat fried chicken before, but none of those are as delicious as the ones you make, Xiaoye!"
Wang Fugui also praised, "This is probably the best fried chicken I've ever had! Back when Western food was popular, many restaurants experimented with fried chicken. I've tried it at quite a few restaurants, but none are as good as yours, my grandson!"
Ye Zhiqiu looked at Feng Xiaomei who had finished eating the chicken leg and was licking her lips, and his heart couldn't help but twitch. This girl is so tempting!
He quickly distributed chicken wings and fried chicken nuggets from various parts of the chicken to everyone.
He explained cheerfully, "This stuff mainly depends on the marinating recipe, and the chicken has to be freshly slaughtered. It took 40 minutes just to marinate the chicken.
If the food I make isn't as good as others, I'll be so sorry for myself!"
Ye Bailu said with a smile: "It's delicious. Can you come over more often in the future? I really want you to stay here when I think about eating fried chicken when you come over!"
Feng Xiaomei blushed again. She lowered her head to eat the chicken wings and didn't dare to look up to speak, because Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were a little hot!
Ye Wubing also said happily: "Sister Feng really needs to come over more often, so that I don't have to worry about not being able to keep up with my studies!"
Wang Xiaolan said that the two little ones couldn't speak, but the smile in the corner of her eyes clearly showed that she was very satisfied with the assistance given by her children.
Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile, "That depends on whether you can get Aunt Chen and Comrade Xiaomei to come over often! As long as they come over and want to eat fried chicken, I'll make it for them!"
Chen Yuqing scolded him, "How can you spend money like this? Xiaoye, you've only been working for a short time. You should know that saving money is the key to living. You can't spend money so lavishly. That doesn't seem like a way to live."
Wang Fugui smiled and explained, "Don't worry about that, Xiao Chen. My eldest grandson is very smart and good at making friends. With the job of a buyer, plus his cooking skills, it will be much easier for him to make some money!"
In fact, Wang Fugui had another thought in his mind, which he did not say out loud. That is, he had a lot of savings, but he just didn't like to spend money. He was not some poor old man!
As the saying goes, you may know a person's face but not his heart. Although he recognized Wang Xiaolan as his daughter, there are some things that he cannot entrust to her so easily.
It will take time to give it to them. Just like what he said, everything will be left to them in the future, it will just be a little later.
Ye Zhiqiu also patted his chest and said, "Auntie Chen, this chicken only costs two or three yuan. Even if my family eats a chicken every day, we can still save enough money!
My family doesn't need me to worry about anything. My father and mother both have jobs. Their combined salaries are enough to take good care of the family."
Wang Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared. Because she was a little doubtful about her hearing, it seemed that the boss said that he had a job?
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