Reborn: Still want me to be the receiver? impossible

Looking at the uncle and aunt who followed him, Shu Zhiqiang glanced at his father and said nothing.

He knew that his father was not very capable but extremely good-looking. In other words, all the great men of today were very good-looking.

This family finally made a good meal, but he couldn't show it off in front of his eldest brother?

"Don't worry, you can drink first after making another plate of lobster."

After handing the stir-fried pork belly and bamboo shoots to his mother, Shu Zhiqiang took the aluminum lunch box next to him.

This thing was used by Shu Zhiguo when he was in school, but his grades were not good, so he went home to farm after finishing elementary school.

He put the remaining pork belly and bamboo shoots in the pot into a lunch box, put them aside and began to braise the prawns.

Aunt Zhou Muying picked up the oil residue and threw it into her mouth without noticing anything, and started chewing it.

When she noticed Shu Zhiqiang's actions, her face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Qiangzi, what do you mean by packing up the dishes?"

Didn't you agree that we would eat here? Why did you leave some food behind?

how! Are you afraid that we will finish cooking your dishes?

Shu Zhiqiang glanced at her and instantly guessed what this woman was thinking.

But he didn't bother to care. He said calmly: "Xuanxuan only brought one sweet potato this morning."

"I'm afraid she won't have enough to eat, so I plan to send her some food."

After hearing this, Zhou Muying, who was still a little resentful, suddenly lit up.

She nodded towards Shu Zhiqiang, showing expectant eyes.

"Yes, yes, that child Xuanxuan is too thin. Just like Qingqing, she needs to be supplemented."

Even if she just comes here to eat and drink for free, does she still want to bring her daughter something to eat?

Shu Zhiqiang was speechless, so he chose to ignore the conversation and poured the rapeseed oil he bought into the pot.

He didn't get too much. Stewing the prawns consumes more oil, but the oil used to stew the prawns can't be used for cooking, so it's a bit wasteful.

So he chose to braise the lobster with an appropriate amount of oil, as long as the meat shell separated.

After the oil boiled, he poured the lobster in, and there was an explosion immediately in the pot.

Zhou Muying on the side took a few steps back in fright, and then complained: "Qiangzi, can you eat this big bug?"

"What's there to eat if it's all shells? What a waste of oil!"

Hearing this, Shu Zhiguo, who was lighting the fire, couldn't stand it anymore and couldn't help but raise his head and shout.

"Auntie, is it that the oil residue is not fragrant or do you not like the fried bamboo shoots with pork belly?"

It's really annoying to let you eat for free and still act crooked.

Zhou Muying also saw that these two boys did not welcome her, so she rolled her eyes: "It's okay."

After saying that, she turned around and walked out. Soon she heard from outside that she was talking to Shu Biao about wasting oil.

"Brother, this lady is really annoying." Shu Zhiguo frowned, looked up at Shu Zhiqiang and complained.

The scene where the other party ate all the eight cent biscuits yesterday was still vivid in his mind, not to mention how angry he was.

There weren't many peach biscuits, but this woman only had one piece in two or three bites, as if she was afraid of missing one.

The eldest brother obviously bought it for his family to eat, but it was all eaten by the uncle's family of three.

My sister was crying like that, but the other party could actually lick her face and blame her for being ignorant.

"There's nothing we can do if we hate her. If she doesn't listen to reason, we can't beat her up." Shu Zhiqiang shrugged, feeling helpless about this.

However, he didn't have any plans, so he smiled and comforted: "When I make money, I will take you to live in the city. When the time comes, I will be out of sight and out of mind."

Hearing this, Shu Zhiguo immediately nodded and said that he would also make a lot of money.

The two brothers encouraged each other for a while, and then the lobster in the pot was almost simmered.

Shu Zhiqiang opened the lid of the pot. There were only a few drops of oil in it, and the lobster was all red and a little brown.

The rich smell of fresh river water filled the air, and Shu Zhiguo couldn't help but frown.

"Brother, are you sure this thing is edible?"

Well, the smell of this kind of dry stew without seasoning is really not very good.

"I hope you won't fight with me later." After lightly smiling at Shu Zhiguo, Shu Zhiqiang poured all the prepared spices into the pot.

When star anise, cinnamon, wild pepper, rock sugar, white wine, etc. are put together, the originally pungent taste instantly becomes different.

"Smells! It really smells good!"

Shu Zhiguo gestured with his thumb to his brother, and the rich smell of spices made him swallow his saliva.

It smells so good so quickly? As expected of a child who has not yet grown up.

Shu Zhiqiang shook his head and smiled, picked an appropriate amount of salt into the pot and used a spatula to stir the lobster and ingredients evenly.

After doing this, he covered the pot again and waited for seven or eight minutes, which should be enough.

However, at this moment, Shu Biao's scolding suddenly came from the lobby.

“I said put the dishes down!!”

The Shu Zhiqiang brothers' expressions changed, they turned around and walked quickly towards the lobby.

When they arrived at the lobby, they saw the two brothers Shu Biao and Zhou Muying already sitting at the table.

The faces of the two brothers were already a little red, and the two bottles of Daqu bought by Shu Zhiqiang were also placed on the table. They seemed to have drunk them.

Shu's mother was holding the plate of stir-fried pork with sesame bamboo shoots in her hand, standing beside her with a pale face.

It can be heard from the scolding just now that Shu Biao was angry at Xiong Fengxia.

"What's going on?" Shu Zhiqiang frowned, walked to his mother and looked at the three people present.

Awesome, you were busy in there, but you guys ate it first?

Especially Shu Long and his wife, do they really not regard themselves as outsiders?

Before the two Shu Long brothers could speak, Zhou Muying came directly to complain first.

"Qiangzi, it's not that my aunt said your mother, but your father and two brothers are still eating here;

Your mother would be better off just taking the food away. What are we going to eat? "

Hearing this, Shu Zhiqiang did not believe the other party, but turned to look at his mother.

But then he discovered that the plate the other party was holding was originally fried with sesame bamboo shoots and fried meat, but now there was not much left.

Because there were a lot of bamboo shoots, Shu Zhiqiang fried a large plate full of them.

And it can’t be filled anymore, there is still some left in the pot.

But how long had it passed before there were only some bamboo shoots left on the plate?

"Qiangzi, your father and uncle eat vegetables too fiercely, one bite is two pieces of meat;

I see you and Zhiguo are still busy inside, and I'm afraid you won't have anything to eat later, so I want to keep it for you. "

Xiong Fengxia felt a little aggrieved, and there was a hint of crying when she spoke.

Of course, her grievance was nothing else, but being scolded by Shu Biao for doing the best for her children.

This father drank two ounces of white wine and started drinking like crazy.

"What's bad or bad? Aren't those vegetables meant for cooking?

It's rare for my eldest brother and I to have a meal together. You, an old woman, can't read your eyes? "

Shu Biao glared at Xiong Fengxia with a red face, and roared while slapping the table with the strength of his drink.

Seeing this, Zhou Muying on the side also became excited.

"That's right, Fengxia, you are serious. I just said that Qiangzi kept the food for himself."