A max-level boss and her conspicuous family members

There seems to be nothing wrong with your answer?

Four old ladies gathered around Cheng Jianwei and asked them all kind questions. Cheng Jianwei answered them one by one.

Her face was a little red, and she didn't know whether it was from moving bricks or the setting sun.

Barrage: [This is the first time I see shyness on Xiaowei’s face. Xiaowei is merciless when he criticizes others, but he blushes when grandmas treat him like a child. 】

[Who knows how big Cheng Jianwei’s pockets are, and why she can carry a bow tie, ham, chicken legs, tractor driving license, and now spicy strips. 】

[From an eighty-year-old grandmother to a four- or five-year-old girl, there is no woman that Sister Wei and Best Actor Fu cannot conquer. The two brothers and sisters can form the "Teacher's Killer Team". 】

[My husband moves straw and helps clean up the yard. She deserves to be liked by the grandmothers! 】

[As long as you have a peanut, you won’t be so drunk that you will compete with me for your husband! 】

[The old lady said that whoever marries Cheng Jianwei is a blessing. I actually don’t think anything is wrong. But when I think that my handsome husband is actually the ex-girlfriend of Feng Mian’s Pu Xinnan, I want to scold Feng Mian completely. 】

The completely blocked Kuangye was suddenly cueed: [? ? ? It's none of my business, I'm really going to call the police, I won't speak until my lawyer arrives! 】

After Cheng Jianwei finished moving the bricks, Fu Chen also finished chatting with the old lady. The old lady forced each of them to stuff a bag with a few sweet potatoes in their arms.

"This kind of sweet potato is very sweet when roasted," said the old lady's good friend. "You must not have an earthen stove where you live. I'll roast it for you and take it away!"

The old lady nodded: "Okay, okay, Xiaochen, Xiaowei, you might as well stay for a light meal."

Cheng Jianwei and Fu Chen looked at each other.

"Grandma, why don't we cook you a meal."

Without waiting for the old lady to refuse, she skillfully went to the small shed where the straw had just been placed, fetched a bundle of dry straw from previous years, and helped the old lady carry it into the house. Fu Chen also brought a bundle of dry firewood.

The old lady coyly took out a piece of pork belly and a handful of garlic sprouts: "I originally planned to -"

Cheng Jianwei: "Twice-cooked pork, right? I'll make it."

The old lady took out another pack of chicken legs: "This girl loves to eat..."

Cheng Jianwei glanced at the Coke in the corner: "Coke chicken wings, no, Coke chicken legs, right? I'll do it."

The old lady brought out a basin with a piece of tofu soaked in cold water: "I want this..."

Cheng Jian smiled and said, "Can fried tofu be okay? It's not spicy. I'll make it with rice."

The old lady smiled from ear to ear: "It's really great."

Cheng Jianwei was about to cut meat when his palms suddenly hurt.

She had worked too much these past few days and had a few blisters on her hands because she had been so busy. She just discovered it.

Fu Chen followed up: "It's just a small thing, what am I doing?"

"Let's cut the vegetables. First chop the chicken legs into pieces and cut the tofu into flat squares." Cheng Jianwei said.

She quickly peeled a few heads of garlic and a green onion to make preparations before cooking. She also found two iron picks, washed them and stuck them into the sweet potatoes.

Grandma's house also has a gas stove. Cheng Jianwei put the whole pork belly into a pot with cold water, added onions and ginger and cooked it.

The barrage looked at her complete set of smooth movements. Everyone clicked their tongues and transformed into Wei Chui: "Is there anything in this world that Sister Wei can't do?" Really, if I accumulate virtue and do good deeds in this life, God will give me Cheng Jianwei in the next life. 】

[The old grandma looked at Sister Wei with amazing eyes, surprised and pleased, fond and cherished. 】

[That chicken drumstick is so difficult to cut. Isn’t Cheng Jianwei good at everything? Why don’t you cut it yourself? You know how to squeeze the best actor. 】

[I admit that Cheng Jianwei is good at cooking, but this is a rural stove. Can she use it? Beware of failure to install X. 】

The earthen stoves in rural areas are surrounded by bricks, with a square opening for firewood in the middle, and a dark cast iron pot on top.

Cheng Jianwei moved a piece of wood in the corner to the stove with familiarity and sat down. He first put some dry firewood into the stove, then found a lighter next to him and lit the dry corn leaves to start the fire. When the leaves burned with tongues of flame, he brought them with him. The dry firewood nearby burned together.

Then put the sweet potatoes stuck on the iron skewers to the mouth of the stove and roast them on the outside over low heat.

[Who said just now that Sister Wei can't do anything? Cheng Jianwei, the most powerful woman in Luoxia Village, the King of Power, a perpetual motion machine, and a god forever! 】

Someone else said angrily: [Isn’t it just that you can make a fire? I am from the countryside, so can I. Besides, doesn’t this prove that Cheng Jianwei was also from the countryside before being retrieved by Movie Emperor Fu? 】

[It’s not surprising if you live in rural areas, and maybe some people are naturally energetic and don’t know how tired they are. 】

[No wonder I want to marry into a wealthy family, but I love money so much that I have to pay a sum of money to even change my mattress. 】

[No, you must be sick. Since you are all aloof and don't care about money, can you donate your money to me? 】

After the fire stabilized, Cheng Jianwei took the pork belly out of the pot and let it cool.

After hesitating for a moment, she cut the meat into slices by herself.

Pour a little oil into the large iron pot, add the pork belly slices, and fry them until golden with a "sizzling" sound.

Only then did the barrage see the blisters on her palms, the pulps of her slender fingers, the blood marks pricked by grass blades, and some scratches from corn stalks on the back of her hands, some old, new, and some already formed. A thin scab appeared.

The audience still remembers that when Cheng Jianwei and Sheng Ning fed Fa Cai ham together on the first day, and when she gave Fa Cai a bath, her hands were white and slender, like finely carved jade, and attracted a large number of hand control.

The barrage was silent for a while.

Cheng Jianwei was busy cooking. The taste of cooking in the earthen stove was very wonderful. The big pot was steaming slowly, the pork belly was sizzling in the smoke, the green onions were sautéing in the pot, and the garlic sprouts had a unique and refreshing taste. Stir-fry it in the pot, like whitebait surging in the waves, stimulating a more alluring aroma.

Just by looking at it, you can imagine that after the food is cooked, paired with a large bowl of fragrant, freshly steamed white rice, one bite will surely make you forget countless worries.

Fu Chen and the grandma's four or five-year-old granddaughter stood side by side, salivating.

The second dish is cola chicken legs. The heat for stewing the chicken legs must be just right. Cheng Jianwei added firewood to the stove while gently turning the sweet potatoes on the iron skewers.

The sweet potatoes are roasted and fragrant, and sweet potato oil oozes from a few cracks.

She was focused on lighting the fire, and the firewood made a crackling sound. She didn't notice that her cell phone on the table far away rang.

The cameraman who followed heard the sound and subconsciously took a shot of his cell phone. The call had stopped.

I saw the missed call ID: [Hospital debt collector]

The screen that lit up also happened to display an incomplete WeChat message: [Hospital debt collector: Ms. Cheng, your father’s hospitalization fee should be...]