Siheyuan: promoted to director, sub-district office to send wife

He Yuzhu waved his hand and took the chicken into his hand, "I won't kill it."

I just got off work and didn’t bring any tools to fill the chicken blood. I went back and got a bowl. A bowl of chicken blood was solidified into chicken blood clots, cut into thin slices and fried with chili and green onion, especially for rice.

"Ma'am, weigh me a pound of chicken cake."

The so-called chicken cake is the old-fashioned bread that is steamed in a steamer after the flour is fermented with sugar.

This thing is much cheaper than pastry, thirty-five cents a catty, and it doesn't weigh it, it can weigh six or seven yuan per catty.

Since He Yuzhu was not short of money, why didn't he buy a few more catties?

Because it hardens after being left for a long time, the taste becomes worse.

Anyway, I will pass by the vegetable market every day after get off work, and I can eat and buy now.

"Master He, I have new roasted pork, don't you want some?"

With a towel around his neck, the old master smiled and yelled at He Yuzhu.

This is his regular customer. He passed by in the morning to buy a pair of meat, and he just stood there and ate it.
Whoops, don't mention how energetic it is, it is hot and fragrant, and the whole body is warm.

"Come on, get me two." He Yuzhu handed over the money.

Knowing that he was eaten by the whole family, the master chef thoughtfully chopped it into pieces with a kitchen knife.

I don't know if it's because of good technique, or because the knife is sharpened, or maybe because the cake is too brittle, but each knife cuts the fire into two halves with precision.

There is no muddy water, and the minced meat does not shake out at all.

He Yuzhu thought to himself, just watching the master's performance is worth the money.

The cut meat is wrapped in oiled paper, wrapped with hemp rope outside, and directly hung on the hands of the guests.

It can be seen everywhere on the street, and the masses are carrying a few oiled paper bags in their hands.

This is a beautiful landscape in Sijiu City.

Cycling to the courtyard, He Yuzhu received countless eyes from the moment he entered the gate.

What's going on today, I know I'm handsome, but there's no need for everyone to look at me in a straightforward way, right?

or……

He Yuzhu looked down at the handlebar, and hung a chicken and a greased paper bag, which were not too conspicuous.

It's the same as his usual style, and the residents in the courtyard should have gotten used to it long ago.

Yan Bugui didn't clean the car or water the flowers today, instead he stood at the door and walked back and forth, rubbing his hands back and forth.

Feeling a little overwhelmed and anxious.

"Third Master, the pedals are full of mud, don't you wipe them off?"

"Hey Zhuzi, you're home! Come here, let me tell you something."

Yan Bugui first probed into the courtyard for a while, then quietly waved He Yuzhu to him.

He whispered, "No, Xu Damao's parents are here, and now they are arguing with Lou Xiaoe."

Xu father and Xu mother are here?

He Yuzhu asked, "Have Xu Damao and Qin Jingru come?"

"No, it's a good thing I didn't come, or else the four of us will deal with Lou Xiao'e, what's the deal?"

"But I see everyone is staring at me, what's going on?"

While talking, the two neighbors in the backyard went out to pour slop, and they also stared sideways at He Yuzhu.

The third master pursed his lips and put his hands in his sleeves, "Oh, I was about to tell you about this, but Xu Damao and Qin Jingru must have said nothing nice about you, and when Old Xu came, he yelled to settle accounts with you.

Don't forget, Lao Xu is better than his son. "

Xu Damao is glib, loves to laugh at others, and is arrogant.

But if you really talk about his ability, there is nothing to show.

Old Xu is different, talking nonsense when he sees people, and talking nonsense when he sees ghosts.

What you say in your mouth must not match what you think in your heart.

The young people in the courtyard thought he was a good guy, but only Yan Bugui knew that he was the real old fox.

So cunning.

"Look for me to settle the score? Because I said a few words for Lou Xiao'e, small belly, his son is justified for doing something wrong."

He Yuzhu was in a hurry to go home and stew chicken, so he chatted with Yan Bugui for a few words and then walked to the middle courtyard.

He was not afraid of the slanting shadow, if Xu's father dared to provoke trouble, he would beat him to death.

"Zhuzi, you know his virtue, it's best to stay away, go home and lock the door, and don't open it even if he knocks."

Behind him, Yan Bugui was still giving instructions.

"Hey."

In response, He Yuzhu's footsteps didn't stop.

He really didn't know Xu's father's virtues. When he came to Sijiu City, the Xu family's old couple had already left the courtyard.

This is the first meeting between the two sides.

My impression of Lao Xu is the later plot of the original drama.

On the surface, he thanked Qin Huairu for his help, but secretly plotted against his son Shazhu and Qin Huairu, who belonged to the treacherous people who crossed the river and demolished the bridge.

Based on this alone, He Yuzhu doesn't like him.

Xu's father and Xu's mother were arguing with Lou Xiao'e at home. After He Yuzhu parked his bicycle, he went straight into the house.

"Daughter-in-law, are the mushrooms ready to soak?"

Small mountain mushrooms, not cooked, just soaked in water, you can smell a strong fragrance.

Song Jiayun removed the cover curtain, revealing the vegetable basin underneath.

The soaked mushrooms are floating on the water, crowded together in rows, like countless small open umbrellas.

"Prepare hot water and bowls, I'll kill the chicken."

"Look at the pancakes I made with the noodles. I came back to patronize the slaughter of chickens."

Song Jiayun, who had been waiting for his compliment, frowned slightly, pouted her small mouth, and let out a little disappointment between her brows.

Last night, I mentioned that I want to stew chicken, and my husband said that I can make the staple food along the way.

She listened very seriously, and after thinking about it for a long time at home today, she made the potstickers pancakes that her husband called.

It was placed on the cover curtain of the vegetable basin, and He Yuzhu didn't notice it just now.

"Daughter-in-law, I've been thinking about it for a while, hey, you made this pancake really round, and I'll just stick it to the side of the pan later."

He Yuzhu put his arm around Song Jiayun's shoulder, and smacked her face.

"Good daughter-in-law, you are so talented in cooking. I think you can be responsible for our family's meals in the future."

In this way, he can take a break after get off work.

"Okay, I can't wait to let me do it. After we agree, I'll cook and you can lie down and rest after get off work."

Unexpectedly, Song Jiayun agreed very readily, and the resentment was swept away.

"I observed that there are women doing housework, cooking and cooking in the courtyard. Don't be special about it. From now on, you will take care of the outside and I will take care of the inside."

This time it was He Yuzhu's turn to laugh out loud, "Okay, listen to you. There are more than 46 yuan here, you take it."

"Didn't you just pay the salary, why did you get the money back? Was it promoted to the director's salary?"

"What daughter-in-law, how can I get nearly 50 yuan when I am promoted to director. This is half of the money that Lou Xiao'e gave me last night. I forgot to mention it when I came back."

"I keep the ones that I usually go out to buy vegetables, and I will cook them later..."

Song Jiayun put the money in the cabinet, she didn't dare to carry such a large sum of money with her.

Before he had finished speaking, the door of the He family was knocked open with a bang.

Good guy, banditry.

He Yuzhu looked sideways in response, and an old woman with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was glaring at him.

The eyeballs were wider than the eyes of a cow, and the mouth was moving around, which should be cursing.

With such a mean look, there is no one else except Xu Damao's mother.

Xu's mother looks exactly the opposite of Jia Zhang's, short and thin, skinny, as if she hasn't had enough to eat for 800 years.