Dressed Like a Pretty Daughter-in-law From the 1970s

Chapter 57 A dark horse

An Zhixia raised her eyebrows, is this the rhythm of women chasing men?

She was particularly curious about how the brother in the article achieved this marriage. Unfortunately, he was not the protagonist and only deserved a few passing words.

Who can make the supporting characters more miserable and highlight the small blessings of the hero and heroine?

 She did not dare to answer the call, for fear that her interference would make things develop out of control. She hopes that her brother can be happy and that Fang Hongye can die a good death.

 Fei Zheng had just completed the task of cutting eight baskets of pig grass a day after work. He hurriedly changed into clothes and rushed to the small kitchen. When he stopped in the small kitchen, he saw An Zhiqiu looking particularly serious about cooking. He was already tall and handsome, and his smile with white teeth could often make people lose their senses. At this moment, he was cooking with his lips slightly pursed, which made people feel hot in the heart, wishing that they were the dishes being stir-fried by his men and were treated with such solemnity.

She was stunned, then smiled and nodded to An Zhixia, then turned to look at Fang Hongye, who was still beautiful in cloth. She also saw that the other person's watery almond eyes contained the same shyness as her own. And longing.

She frowned for a moment, then relaxed it, and said with a smile: "Hongye is a guest, how can she stay in the kitchen? An Zhiqing, Zhixia, you are the master, why are you all staying in the kitchen?"

An Zhixia looked at Feng Shen's handsome brother, stood up and pushed him, saying humorously: "Brother, you have already cooked a few big dishes, leave the rest to me. The village chief and several old men are here, Qin Zhiqing and the others are here, go and entertain them."

An Zhiqiu responded obediently, scooped the vegetables out of the pot neatly, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Hongye and Fei Zheng smiled apologetically: "Comrades, please help me. I'll ask Xia Xia to pack it for you later." Seal brown sugar.”

The two of them hurriedly stood up and waved their hands, saying that it was not helpful. You couldn't wait for someone to serve you with your mouth shut, right?

 When the only man left, the kitchen seemed much spacious. An Zhixia holds the spoon, Fei Zheng chops vegetables, and Fang Hongye still lights the fire.

"Can I call you Hongye? I can become a warehouse manager, and I have to thank the village chief. This year I can distribute 2.5% more grain than in previous years, and my life is much more comfortable," Fei Zheng said with a smile.

Fang Hongye nodded, pursed her lips and shyly exposed the pair of pear dimples, "Then I will follow Xia Xia and call you Sister Zheng? Sister Zheng is a high school student, and her academic qualifications are here. My father said I can't bury you. ”

She and An Zhixia's relationship became better and better over two meals a day, and they became like little friends holding hands while going to the toilet. The words "Xia Xia" were just mentioned by An Zhiqiu, and she recited them smoothly.

Fei Zheng was silent for a moment, lowering his head and cutting potatoes. With the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board, the potato shreds were even and slender, and his knife skills were excellent. This was not something that villagers could practice cutting pig food.

 “Sister Zheng, that’s okay,” An Zhixia said in surprise, “You’re so secretive.”

 On weekdays, Fei Zheng eats alone and often copes with it. Except for holidays, he rarely cooks. It is said that her family's conditions are not very good, but An Zhixia did not expect Fei Zheng to have such skills.

Fei Zheng bit her lower lip and said with a smile: "Actually, my family's conditions were pretty good before. My grandfather was a restaurant chef. When the People's Republic of China was first founded, my grandfather even cooked for the top leaders in Jin City. I am a girl and I only learned a little bit. Knife skills, pasta and a few stir frys.”

“Otherwise, how about I cook two vegetables?” She looked at the spoon with a bright light in her eyes.

An Zhixia stepped aside from the stove, "Okay, Sister Zheng, let's open our eyes and see what our ancestors' restaurant craftsmanship was like."

“I can only barely get in the mouth,” Fei Zheng smiled modestly, but the work in his hands was very fast. The smooth movements in his hands stunned both of them. He really looked like a chef.

An Zhixia feels that Fei Zheng is more suitable to be a chef than her brother because he has talent and foundation.

Fang Hongye had a hint of admiration and sincere envy in her eyes, and couldn't help but taste the food after it was ready. "Well, it tastes really good. Sister Zheng, why didn't you tell me earlier that you had this skill? Our village borrows chefs from the neighboring village for weddings and weddings. If everyone knew you were good at it, they would definitely have made a reservation early."

Fei Zheng was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "My family's cooking skills are passed down from male to female. If it weren't for me often helping to cook, my family has a bad appetite and they wouldn't be able to learn from me. I haven't used a spoon for so long. I’m a little rusty, so I haven’t thought about it.”

 Educated youths are a special group in the eyes of villagers, and weddings and weddings are naturally ignored by them. Fei Zheng has been here for five years, but still has no chance to contact him, and he has never thought about it.

"Sister Zheng, do you want to eat this meal? The chefs for weddings and weddings are treated well. Although it is a new society and we can't pay too much attention to it, we must have some rules. The host family will give the meat and vegetable dishes a special seal. , Bai San and Hong San are Xie Feng," Fang Hongye said enthusiastically.

An Zhixia asked curiously: "Which ones are the invitations to grant and the thanks to the grant?"

Fei Zheng listened with his ears pricked up. He was very eager for supplies in his bones. In fact, there were many children in the family and the adults' abilities were limited. He had suffered too much. She wanted to have enough food and clothing, so she took the initiative to go to the countryside. Facts have proved that her choice was correct. Starting this year, she was able to earn full work points. More than two months later, she still had a few hens laying eggs, and her life became easier.

 It’s time for her to have a higher level of pursuit.

Fang Hongye smiled and clapped her fingers and said: "The meat dishes are usually pork, chicken, fish and mutton, the vegetarian dishes are usually mushrooms, fungus, soybeans and peanuts, the white noodles are white flour, white rice and white sugar, and the red eggs are red eggs, red eggs and soybeans." Cloth and brown sugar! Although the amount of each is not too much, the chef is busy and has seven or eight days of work. "

Fei Zheng's hands trembled slightly, "Before Zhixia and An Zhiqing came, we educated youths didn't move around much with the villagers. Even if I wanted to help, there was no way."

“Oh, Sister Zheng, this matter can be taken care of by my mother...”

So the two of them chatted happily, and An Zhixia was a little confused. Could it be that she had made a mistake in her perception just now. It shouldn't be. Although she has never been in love, as an award-winning actress, she is familiar with all the tricks and can smell out all the tricks.

Perhaps, women's friendship is too elusive. They can be as good as a person in one moment, and they can change their face and speak harshly in the next moment.

She was still worried about how to deal with her relationship with them, but it turned out that they had already joined hands and made an appointment to meet tomorrow.

 Fei Zheng is the granddaughter of a chef after all. The food she cooks is very particular about the color, flavor and flavor, and she can compete with the private chefs with the palace brand in later generations. Everyone never stopped using their chopsticks while eating, and they didn't even bother to take a sip of wine, leaving An Zhiqiu, the newbie in the world of chefs, nowhere to be seen.

 (End of this chapter)