Greenery Ace No. 9

Chapter 330 Fair Distribution
Finished another thing on his mind, watching Tie Daner who was gradually walking away on his bicycle, Zhou Zheng suddenly felt a sense of loss of strength, he walked lazily towards his home, during this time he would talk to everyone he saw. Say a few words of courtesy.

"It smells, oh my god, it smells so good!"

"This scent is quite special, I've never smelled it before."

As soon as he walked to the gate of his house, Zhou Zheng heard someone talking in the yard.

Zhou Zheng quietly walked into the yard and saw Wang Dali and Zheng Bin in the kitchen. The two of them were surrounded by the stove, smelling the aroma with great interest. no.

"This smell is so delicious, I feel even more hungry when I smell it, let's lift the lid of the pot to see if it's done or not," said Wang Dali.

Zheng Bin's voice hesitated for a moment: "It should be uncooked. The mushrooms have just been put in, so let's wait a little longer until Zhou Zheng and the others come back to taste. Besides, this is someone else's house after all. , I feel like a thief, I don’t think so.”

"Don't be so mother-in-law. This is not someone else's house. This is Zhou Zheng's house. Just treat it as your own."

Wang Dali was not at all polite.

Zhou Zheng smiled wryly, and he also smelled the aroma of stewed chicken, and his stomach was gurgling.

He quietly took two steps towards the kitchen door, when he heard the sound of pot lids colliding in the kitchen.

"It has a good color and fragrance, it must be very delicious, you go get the chopsticks and bowl, I'll try a piece first."

Wang Dali was already too hungry.

"Not good, let's eat together later." Zheng Bin didn't give in at all.

"The only shortcoming of yours is that you are not happy. Forget it, I will go get it myself." Wang Dali's voice obviously had the meaning of being unhappy.

A moment of silence followed.

With his hands in his trouser pockets, Zhou Zheng staggered quietly into the kitchen door.

At this time, Wang Dali had just taken the chopsticks and bowl, and was taking the chicken out of the pot.

Zheng Bin looked at him in embarrassment, and was too embarrassed to say anything to stop him.

Wang Dali took out a chicken leg and put it in the bowl. He couldn't wait to turn around and sit down, he put his nose into the bowl, and took a deep breath.

"It's so fragrant, this chai pot stewed chicken is just different."

As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the chicken leg with chopsticks and was about to put it in his mouth.

"Isn't it?"

Zhou Zheng, who had been quietly standing behind the two of them, suddenly said with a smirk.

Both Zheng Bin and Wang Dali were taken aback, Zheng Bin's reaction was pretty good, and he just smiled wryly when he turned around, but Wang Dali felt guilty, and when he looked back and saw Zhou Zheng came back, he immediately blushed and said with a thick-necked smile, "You're back? I was just going to call you, this chicken is almost cooked, I took out a piece to taste the saltiness."

Zhou Zheng leaned against the door frame, with an expression of seeing through everything: "If you taste it, you don't need to add such a big piece, right?"

Zheng Bin quickly stepped aside, turned around and kept laughing.

Wang Dali was full of embarrassment, but fortunately he had a thick skin and his brain turned quickly at critical moments: "You don't understand, people like us have slower nerve conduction than you, and you need to eat a few more to taste. You can only taste it in your mouth, so you can only taste a big piece, and you can’t taste the small piece at all.”

"Oh..." Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows and raised his head, with a look of sudden realization, "So that's the case, then you should try it quickly, but I have to tell you something first, judging from my experience, this chicken is still delicious. It’s not cooked yet, if you want to eat such a big piece, be prepared to have loose bowels.”

Zheng Bin hid aside and covered his mouth, for fear that he would laugh out loud.

Wang Dali held the chicken legs in embarrassment, froze for two seconds, lifted the lid of the pot, and put the chicken legs into the pot again: "Let's simmer for a while, I'll taste the saltiness later."

Zhou Zheng smiled wryly. He patted Wang Dali on the shoulder, walked into the kitchen, and poured the blood from the chicken slaughtered just now into the pot: "Don't worry, you two, this chicken tastes better when it's cooked."

Seeing that the chicken in his mouth was flying again, Wang Dali swallowed greedily.

Although Zheng Bin was also attracted by the smell of the stewed chicken, he was the one who had eaten and seen it before, so it was not particularly obvious.

Zheng Bin turned around and asked Zhou Zheng, "Is there anything else I need to put in the pot?"

Zhou Zheng shook his head: "No need, I'll wait to eat next."

Wang Dali leaned over, keeping his eyes on the stove: "How long will it take before we can eat?"

"About half an hour." Zhou Zheng put the lid back on the pot.

Wang Dali shook his head in disappointment, stepped out of the kitchen, and sat down on the small bench in the middle of the yard again.

Zheng Bin sat down on the small bench in front of the stove calmly, intending to continue lighting the fire.

"Brother Bin, take a break, I'll burn it." Zhou Zheng was afraid that he would be tired and wanted him to rest for a while.

Zheng Bin shook his head: "It's okay, I'm not tired of burning a fire, and I think it's quite fun."

Zhou Zheng shook his head helplessly, he could only let him go.

Zhou Zheng also took a small bench and placed it next to Zheng Bin, and then sat down side by side with him, and the two of them chatted while watching the fire.

"Have you taught Tie Daner how to ride a bicycle?" Zheng Bin asked.

Zhou Zheng nodded triumphantly: "I, Zhou Zheng, am going out, is there anything I can't do?"

Zheng Bin stared at him suspiciously: "You've only been out for about 30 minutes, and taught him so quickly?"

Zhou Zheng nodded and recounted the process of teaching Tie Daner to ride a bicycle just now.

After hearing this, Zheng Bin gasped: "It's all right? You're brave enough! That kid doesn't have any skills in riding a bicycle. How dare you just let him ride across the street alone? sharp."

"People's potential is forced out. If you don't push yourself, you will never know where your upper limit is."

Zhou Zheng looked at the flames in the stove and said in a daze.

Zheng Bin pondered his words carefully and found it very reasonable.

"It's true! It's just luck, and it's just a smart one. If you meet a stupid one, your method will be useless even if you teach it for three hundred minutes."

Sitting in the yard, Wang Dali continued to talk nonchalantly.

Zheng Bin looked back at Wang Dali worriedly, for fear that he and Zhou Zheng would fight again.

Zhou Zheng ignored Wang Dali's quarrel, he was unexpectedly calm, after Wang Dali finished speaking, Zhou Zheng looked at Zheng Bin and said with a smile: "Brother Bin, a chicken has only two drumsticks. Come out, let’s share, I want the right leg, you want the left leg, share it fairly, and don’t take it from anyone else.”

One sentence hit Wang Dali's vitals in the yard. He jumped up and ran to the kitchen door, shouting at Zhou Zheng with a dissatisfied face: "Is this called fair distribution? None of mine!"

"Do you still need to eat? You are full of sarcastic remarks there, I don't think there is any need to eat at all."

Zhou Zheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smirk.

A few words made Wang Dali speechless. Having nothing to say, he immediately wanted to use force to deal with Zhou Zheng. He stretched out his hands and was about to grab Zhou Zheng when a voice suddenly came from the gate.

"I can smell the fragrance from a long distance away. You kid hasn't cooked for a long time, and your craftsmanship has not deteriorated."

Zhou Zheng's father's voice.

Wang Dali quickly stopped his movements, turned around and came outside the kitchen. Zheng Bin followed him and also came out of the kitchen. The two stood in the yard respectfully, saying hello to Zhou Ming.

"Hello, uncle."

Zhou Ming was full of smiles, and seemed to be in a good mood. He carried several bags of things in both hands, including food, drink and cooked food.

Zheng Bin reacted quickly, and immediately walked over to fetch things for Zhou Ming.

Wang Dali followed suit and hurried over to help Zhou Ming get things.

Obviously, Zhou Ming has never encountered such a situation, he smiled unnaturally: "Please both of you, are you two here? Where is Zhou Zheng?"

Zheng Bin was taking things from the kitchen, but turned around and said, "Zhou Zheng is in the kitchen."

Zhou Zheng came out of the kitchen with a smile on his face: "It's Lao Zhou, you came back very early, did you come back after smelling the smell of stewed chicken? I just told two friends that I planned to take advantage of your I didn’t come back and ate all the chicken, so I’ll give you some chicken bones to drink with.”

"You brat, you don't have a good word to say."

Zhou Ming scolded Zhou Zheng, slapped the dust on his body, then walked to the water pipe, washed his hands and face with water.

Zhou Zheng was particularly discerning, and immediately went into the room to get a towel, and after Zhou Ming finished washing, he immediately handed the towel to his eyes.

Zhou Ming took the towel, wiped his hands and face, and asked, "Is the stewed chicken almost ready? I bought some cooked food and vegetables. You can serve the chicken and eat first, and I will cook some dishes for you."

"No need, uncle, chicken is enough, so don't be too polite."

After Wang Dali and Zheng Bin came out of the kitchen, they hurriedly spoke.

"How can I do that? You are Zhou Zheng's friends. It's the first time you come to our house. Although there is nothing delicious at home, you must do what you should do. Hurry up and Zhou Zheng to get the chicken out and eat it first when you enter the house. There are drinks and beer in the things I bought, and you can take what you want to drink yourself."

Zhou Ming took off his dirty coat and hung it on the clothesline in the yard, then rolled up his sleeves and went straight into the kitchen.

Wang Dali and Zheng Bin felt very sorry, because both of them knew that Zhou Zheng's father must be very tired at this time after a day's work. How could the two of them eat the fried dishes under such circumstances.

Zhou Zheng didn't intend to stop his father at all. He followed Zhou Ming into the kitchen and took a basin. It was full of chicken soup, chicken and shiitake mushrooms.

Wang Dali and Zheng Bin approached the kitchen door, and said to Zhou Ming apologetically, "Uncle, don't be so busy, you are tired after a day's work, hurry up and eat with us!"

Zhou Ming was unmoved, just smiled, waved his hands, and asked the two of them to go back to the house with Zhou Zheng for dinner.

(End of this chapter)