Siheyuan: No one can afford this man

Seeing that the sufferer had left, everyone naturally dispersed.

At this time, Yan Bugui walked to Yan Jieli's side again. When he heard Jia Zhang clamoring to lose money just now, he wished he could hide away.

He knew that Yan Jieli had no money, and if he really had to lose money in the end, he would have to pay for the money himself, who made this kid his distant nephew.

Besides, I still have a few eggs from Yan Jieli in my hand at this time. Although there is nothing wrong with living a life of prudence, if the people in the courtyard think that I am a person who only knows how to take advantage of it but does not know how to be grateful, then I am the third master. How can I keep my position.

So although he hid back, he still didn't shrink back.

As a result, Yan Jieli understood the matter in a few words, and Yan Pugui's hanging heart finally fell down.

Immediately, he put on the appearance of an old elder, patted Yan Jieli on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "Xieli, you just have to rest assured! I will support you in everything, and I am afraid that this family will What can I do with you? We are right and what are we afraid of? Besides, your uncle and I are number one in this courtyard."

As he said that, he raised the egg in his hand again, frowning and pretending to teach Yan Jieli a lesson: "I think you're a real kid."

"It's hard to come to Yanjing, and it's not easy to earn some money. Why did you buy us eggs?"

"Are your uncle and aunt such snobbish people in your eyes?"

"Besides, you're not too young at this age. You have to save this money well. It will be decent to use it when you marry a wife!"

He took Yan Jieli's arm and walked into the house: "Remember, don't buy such a rare thing as eggs next time! This time I won't talk about you. Let's go, go back to the house and clean up, look at your body It's all dust."

"It's just right, these few eggs will let your aunt cook you fried rice with eggs, and our family will also start eating meat."

Seeing Yan Pugui's upright speech, Yan Jieli couldn't help but feel a little amused.

This guy can be regarded as full of the two skills of careful calculation and seeking good fortune and avoiding evil.

When something happened, he wished he could hide eight hundred miles away, and when something happened, he wished he could be with you alone.

Yan Bugui dragged Yan Jieli into the room, and shouted at the top of his voice, "Damn it, don't be dazed. Our family is having fried rice with eggs at noon today!"

After hearing this, the third mother hurried out of the house, looked at the eggs handed over by Yan Bugui and said in surprise, "Oh, where do you get so many eggs?"

Yan Bugui smiled arrogantly and said, "I bought it for Xie Li, so you make it quickly."

The third mom burst into a smile, and said quickly, "Okay, okay."

While walking into the house, Yan Bugui suddenly turned around and said, "Four of these five eggs are enough. Eating too many eggs is not good for your health, so it's a waste."

Yan Jieli couldn't help but chuckled, and then said to Yan Bugui: "Don't bother my aunt, I often made fried rice with eggs when I was in the country, or I can make this meal at noon, so that I Auntie, take a rest. She is probably busy this morning, so let me honor you all."

Yan Bugui saw that someone was scrambling to cook, so naturally he would not refuse, and promised repeatedly: "Good boy, good boy, you go."

But he added another sentence: "Remember to save an egg, it's not good to eat too many eggs."

After speaking, he greeted his old lady to go back to the house and stay there.

Yan Jieli didn't care about these, the main reason was that he had been traveling for so many days, and he had never seen any other meat except for the sticky chicken.

I picked a few green onions in the yard, and found two pieces of pickle lumps and two carrots in the kitchen, chopped them up and put them on the chopping board.

He raised the stove and poured oil on it. He actually left another egg for Yan Bugui, but he only took out four eggs and broke them up, and happily made fried rice with eggs.

Golden eggs, white rice, orange carrots and gray pickle lumps are beautiful tossed up and down in the pan.

Yan Bugui and his wife could not stop nodding their heads in the back room smelling the fragrance: "I really can't tell, this kid Xie Li is really good at craftsmanship."

Finally sprinkled chopped green onion, Yan Jieli filled a pot full of fried rice into the big rice bowl.

To say that Yan Pugui is really stingy enough, counting Yan Jieli, there are seven or eight people in this family waiting to eat, and a whole pot of white rice is used.

There were only four eggs left.

If it were Yan Jieli who made the decision, ten eggs would be too little.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he couldn't hold back, and started to attack the only remaining egg.

Then I ran to the yard to pick a few scallions, chopped them and mixed them with eggs and beat them apart. With the help of the embers in the stove, a plate of shallots and eggs was cooked smoothly out of the pot with three strokes and five strokes.

In fact, the main reason why Yan Jieli rushed to cook was that the third mother had lived with Yan Pugui for so many years, and gradually got into his habit of planning everything carefully, and there was no oily water at all when cooking.

If she was really asked to cook the rice, Yan Jieli felt that it would be a waste of these few eggs.

Not to mention, this fried rice that is willing to give oil is delicious!
Silly Zhu came back from a stroll at this time, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he smelled the fragrance and shrugged his nose: "Oh, good guy! Who makes fried rice with eggs? It smells so good!"

The chef Shazhu didn't give it for nothing, let's put aside his skills first, this nose is very sharp.

Searching for the source of the aroma, I found Yan Bugui's kitchen.

Looking in, he saw the pot and spatula in Yan Jieli's hands flying up and down on the stove, and he couldn't help but praise: "Yan Jieli! You can do it, you can't tell that you are still a skilled worker! How about I give You can introduce me to help in the factory kitchen."

After speaking, he glanced into the rice bowl again: "Good guy, so many eggs! Have you lost your hair? You really are willing!"

Looking at the delicious fried rice in the rice bowl, Sha Zhu felt that his gluttons had been hooked out.

Although he is a cook, working in the cafeteria will never lack oil and water, and he can often eat something good.

But he looked at the bowl of egg fried rice that Yan Jieli had cooked, and he had an appetite: "Xie Li, why don't you get a bowl for Brother Zhuzi too? It just so happens that I haven't eaten lunch yet."

Yan Jieli rolled his eyes at him: "Why? There's no way! We don't have enough food for ourselves! If you want to eat, cook it yourself, with so much salary a month, you still need to pay such a deduction for eating fried rice with eggs. Did you search for it?"

Silly Zhu smiled: "Don't worry, I won't eat your food for nothing, I'll get you some homemade pickles when I get home."

"My skill in pickling pickles is amazing. Who doesn't give a thumbs up after eating it? It's not far behind Liubiju!"

Hearing what he said, of course Yan Jieli said nothing else: "Deal, you go and get the pickles first."

Egg fried rice is a new taste, and I put a little too much oil in it. If I eat such oil suddenly, I’m afraid it will be a bit greasy. It’s not bad to make some refreshing pickles or something.