When Ye Zhiqiu shouted for help, not only Ye Wubing and Qian Yuanjun were called out, but even his two sisters ran out.
"Brother, what do you want?"
"Brother, I want a soda!"
Ye Zhiqiu pretended not to hear what Ye Bailu said, and directly arranged for Ye Wubing to kill the fish, and Qian Yuanjun and his sister to wash the vegetables. As for Ye Bailu, the girl who could only make things worse, he kicked her directly to Ye Tianya!
"Dad, come out and take your daughter in to play!"
Ye Tianyazhen agreed, ran out, and carried Ye Bailu back to the living room!
Ye Zhiqiu returned to the living room, greeted the two elderly people and Uncle Qian, and ran to the kitchen. After Wang Xiaolan and the others finished making tofu, they started boiling water on the stove.
So he simply grabbed the chicken, plucked its feathers, used a knife to drain its blood, poured hot water on the chicken and started plucking its feathers. He did it all in one go!
There was no other way. The most frequent chicken slaughters by Ye Zhiqiu were when people brought their own ingredients to Baiweiju for an emergency banquet. Fifteen tables were prepared at once, forcing him and his senior brother Huang Dahe to slaughter fifteen chickens in more than half an hour!
It was all a race against time, but the thank you red envelope was also generous. Anyway, Ye Zhiqiu accepted two red envelopes from the host and earned a full ten yuan!
The chickens had just been plucked, and those who had exchanged them for tofu had already gotten the right tofu and left the Ye family's yard.
But they didn't dare to sell it for money. They had agreed long ago that they would bring their own soybeans. Wang Xiaolan exchanged soybeans with these people at a ratio of one pound of soybeans to two and a half pounds of tofu, helping them make tofu!
The profit margin on tofu is very transparent: one pound of soybeans can make three pounds of tofu. Some people are more skilled in making tofu, producing more tender tofu weighing more than three or four pounds, and they profit from the difference.
Soybeans, mung beans, and millet are also considered coarse grains and appear in the monthly rations. The amount varies from month to month and is adjusted based on grain inventory.
Therefore, snacks like mung bean soup, millet porridge, and fried soybeans that make you fart are relatively common among urban residents.
Wang Xiaolan and Liu Cuihua brought the remaining tofu back to the kitchen. Ye Zhiqiu was stunned by the amount of tofu, because there were only seven pieces of this large square tofu left!
He asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Mom, why is there so much tofu left? How can we finish it all?"
Although they look different in size, there are at least six pounds of tofu. There are so many meat dishes today, how can we finish all the tofu!
Liu Cuihua smiled and said, "Don't worry, Zhiqiu. Just watch the cooking. We're going to make the rest into fermented tofu. I know how to make that. You just have to help get some five-spice powder."
The five-spice powder thing was simple, and Ye Zhiqiu said happily: "Auntie, you can also make fermented tofu, this thing is great! Just tell me what you need, and I will bring it back tomorrow."
Liu Cuihua told him what was needed. It was not easy for ordinary people to get it, but it was not difficult for Ye Zhiqiu, so he agreed immediately.
Ye Zhiqiu didn't ask them to help with the cooking, so he decided to do it himself today! The two old ladies take care of the family's daily life 365 days a year, so today he will give them a day off to make dinner!
Chop the chicken, slice the fish, cut the ribs into small pieces, cut some of the pork into cubes and slice some directly!
According to the cooking time of each dish, he started with the braised pork. After one dish was ready, he put it in the pot on the second stove to keep it warm.
Although the weather is hot now, it doesn’t matter if the food is cold, but it still tastes better when it is hot!
After a busy day, he finally finished cooking the last dish. Ye Zhiqiu asked Ye Wubing, who was cooking, to notify everyone to come over and serve the dishes.
A group of people walked into the kitchen and helped bring the dishes back to the living room. Ye Zhiqiu washed his hands and face with a towel before walking into the living room.
Wang Fugui said happily, "Good boy, come sit down and have a drink with grandpa tonight. Grandpa hasn't had a Mid-Autumn Festival reunion dinner for a long time..."
Ye Zhiqiu said with a smile: "Okay! Grandpa, can you drink well? I, your grandson, am known as an invincible drunkard!"
Wang Fugui laughed heartily and said, "Hey, when your grandfather was young, he was also known as the best gentleman at the Beijing wine table!"
Qian Dafu jokingly said, "Master, your nickname is so impressive, are you the legendary one who can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?"
"Bullshit! I get drunk as soon as I drink, and then I fall asleep obediently. I never act crazy when drunk..."
"Hahaha, godfather, your first gentlemanly act is to not act crazy when drunk, right?"
A group of people raised their glasses, even Xiao Bailu raised the glass of Beibingyang soda, laughing and shouting cheers!
After drinking the first cup, Ye Zhiqiu invited everyone to eat and picked up a piece of braised pork for Wang Fugui, who had few teeth, and Old Lady Liu.
He smiled and said, "Old lady, Grandpa, please try my braised pork. This is a modified version I just learned. See if it tastes better?"
Wang Fugui had to admit that he might have really eaten everyone in Beijing!
Because after he tasted it, he said to Ye Zhiqiu with emotion: "My dear grandson, this braised pork is a modified version by a Guangdong chef. I have eaten it this way before.
When braised pork is added with tangerine peel, the sweetness of caramel is at the forefront, the salty and fresh taste of soy sauce is in the middle, and the sweet aroma of tangerine peel is the base note!
I have to say that my grandson, your braised pork with tangerine peel, if the Guangdong improved version I have eaten before is rated 100 points, your braised pork has reached 90 points!
Of course, it's not you, it's not the cooking temperature or anything like that! The ten points lost are due to the ingredients, because the quality of your pork is not perfect, which is why the points were deducted! "
Ye Zhiqiu stretched out his left hand, raised his thumb and said happily: "Grandpa, Village Chief Yang said that you are a gourmet who has eaten all over the capital. I didn't believe it at the time!
I was thinking, how can an old man like you have so much money to spend? How can you possibly eat all over the capital?
Who would have thought you've actually tried all of this? This braised pork dish was learned by my master from a Cantonese chef.
It's just that tangerine peel is really hard to get, so it wasn't taught as a basic dish. I was able to learn this thing because my master was so happy that he taught it to me separately!
Wang Fugui said proudly, "I joined our party secretly back then, so publicly I was on the bald man's side. To put it bluntly, I was a spy, but we all called ourselves underground workers!
Back then, I followed the people there and ate at every restaurant in Beijing! It wasn't just the eight restaurants we know today; you have to know that many restaurants back then had their own unique dishes!
After eating more, I started to think more about it, and it got to this point. Anyway, once I try a dish, I know where it came from as soon as I eat it!"
Ye Zhiqiu exclaimed: "Grandpa, your experience is truly legendary!"
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