Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

"You're so annoying! I'm busy, but you're just trying to tempt me. Let's finish our meal and have some energy. Let's close the door and discuss this slowly."

Jiang Yingying gave Li Weijun a charming look and started to prepare dinner.

Half an hour later, the aroma of braised pork lingered and spread. Li Weijun did not close the doors and windows, and the aroma filled the entire front yard in an instant. The mouth-watering meat aroma was very tempting.

This smell uses the air as a medium and the sense of smell as a path, directly hitting people's taste buds and hearts.

A plate of braised pork, a dish of fried bacon, a dish of scrambled eggs with garlic, and freshly boiled fish soup.

Two full bowls of rice, topped with a little soup, have all the protein, carbohydrates and fats covered, and are very thoughtful.

Li Weijun's breath was whetted as he looked at the two meat dishes, one vegetable dish and one soup on the table, which were rich in color and made him salivate. He couldn't help but sigh, no wonder the ancients said that one should marry a virtuous wife.

Just based on Jiang Yingying's excellent cooking skills, if she were among the girls who have never done housework in modern times, she would definitely be a hot commodity in the blind date market.

It's a pity that I forgot to close the doors and windows tightly. The piercing aroma of meat cannot be covered up like the aroma of cooking.

Li Weijun dared to conclude that the aroma emanating from this plate of braised pork would make many people in the entire front yard unable to sleep well at night.

This year of disaster is too much...

Sure enough, Yan Bugui, who was sitting at the table eating pickled vegetables and steamed bread at his home across the street, frowned when he smelled the fragrance and muttered, "Who made the braised pork in our courtyard? Judging from the taste, they put too much soy sauce, so it must be too salty."

As he spoke, he picked up a pickled vegetable from the plate with chopsticks, ground it in his mouth until it had no taste, and then swallowed it reluctantly.

"Li Weijun's house doesn't have a boiler. Could it be that Shazhu ate braised pork?"

Third Aunt Yang Ruihua swallowed enviously and drank the corn porridge in the bowl, but she found it tasteless.

Yan Jiecheng, who couldn't even eat too many pickles, was chewing a steamed bun and smelling the aroma of braised pork in the air.

Some people said sourly: "If you ask me, what Sha Zhu did was not fair. Jia Dongxu just got into trouble, but he was so shameless that he even got involved in the braised pork. He was so shameless and not fair."

"Look at what you said. You are capable. Your mother and I have no complaints about you eating braised pork every day. We didn't steal it or cheat it. What are we afraid of? We are afraid that you are incapable. For so many years, let alone braised pork, you haven't even brought a single pickled vegetable home. You are just a person who eats and doesn't poop!"

Yan Bugui was accustomed to this kind of thing and rolled his eyes at his son.

After teaching his son a lesson, he narrowed his eyes, greedily breathed in the aroma of the braised pork in the air, and felt his appetite increase greatly, so he quickly ate a few bites of the steamed bun.

By the way, he did not forget to greet his sons and daughters, who quickly took advantage of the opportunity to enjoy the aroma of the braised pork.

In this case, even though you don't get to eat the braised pork, just smelling the aroma is already a great bargain.

As the saying goes, eating meat is not as good as drinking soup, drinking soup is not as good as smelling the fragrance.

Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiedi and Yang Ruihua looked at each other and held their breath in agreement. After a pause, they took a deep breath.

Puff, puff, puff…

Just when the whole family was enjoying themselves, suddenly a series of popping sounds were heard in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a strong stench quickly spread in the room.

The eldest brother Yan Jiecheng lowered his head in embarrassment, saying with great shame: "I just ate too many carrots at noon, and I couldn't help it. It's okay, just think of it as Shazhu making stinky tofu..."

So the aroma of the braised pork spread quickly.

But the scope of impact was relatively small. In addition to the Yan family, a small number of families in the Central Courtyard also smelled it.

But it was pitch black, and everyone knew that Li Weijun didn't have a stove at home, so they subconsciously thought that it was Sha Zhu who made the braised pork.

For this reason, Yi Zhonghai was a little disappointed and complained to an old lady about Sha Zhu.

"Why can't this idiot Zhu hold back? Jia Dongxu got into trouble. No matter how excited he is, he should at least get through tonight. Now, other people are feeling gloomy at home, but here the braised pork is being cooked. Look at what they are doing. What will the neighbors think?"

Yi Zhonghai drank the rice porridge with a disappointed look on his face, and suddenly he felt that the plate of fried pig ears in front of him tasted like wax.

As an eighth-level fitter, apart from the expenses on smoking and drinking, he naturally would not treat himself badly when it comes to food.

Pig head, pig ears, pig snout, cold dishes, braised dishes, and if you are in a good mood, have a sip of Fenjiu.

His life was comfortable, not because he couldn't afford good food, but because Yi Zhonghai understood that good things should be eaten at the bottom of the bowl.

Eating lavish meals all day long will inevitably make people think of you.

Once the door is closed, you can eat some cold dishes. These have no smell and no one will notice you stuffing them into your mouth with your cheeks loose.

Not like Shazhu, he's still too young.

Yi Zhonghai had taught Sha Zhu a lesson several times before because Sha Zhu always stewed chicken soup in the yard.

I didn't expect that Sha Zhu only cared about eating and not being beaten. It's only been a few days, but he even managed to make something like braised pork.

The auntie was not surprised at all. She scooped a spoonful of peanuts, smiled and said, "That's Shazhu. Otherwise, why would he be called Shazhu? If you ask me, he will get into trouble sooner or later. It's hopeless for us to rely on Shazhu to support us in our old age."

"Alas, who says it's not true? Now, relying on Dongxu to take care of you in your old age has become a bubble. Tell me, why is it so difficult to find someone to take care of you in your old age and burn some paper for you during the New Year and other festivals?"

Yi Zhonghai pondered for a moment and said with a sad face.

"In my opinion, Li Weijun is a good choice. He grew up under our noses, and we know him well. He is also the nephew of Deputy Director Li and a smart man. If he can provide for us in our old age, he will be more reliable than Sha Zhu."

Faced with this proposal, Yi Zhonghai pondered for a moment and sighed: "It's not about whether to take care of me in my old age or not. I am an eighth-level fitter, and I have many apprentices and grandchildren. If I want to find someone to take care of me in my old age, it's either I will just wave my hand or people's hearts are hidden in their stomachs. No one can guess.

Although Sha Zhu is a bit stupid and always causes trouble, he is easy to control. Li Weijun is too slippery. Besides, there is no better way to help someone in need than to add icing on the cake."

At this point, Yi Zhonghai looked up and warned: "No matter what, the money we deposit into the bank every month cannot be touched. If we really can't find someone to support us in our old age, we can use this money so that we don't have to beg on the street. If we really can't support ourselves, at least we can live in a nursing home."

When she heard about the nursing home, an old lady shuddered suddenly and said seriously, "There is no filial son for a patient who has been ill for a long time. Old Wu across the street is a retired teacher. He just moved into the nursing home last month. I heard that he was secretly strangled by the caregiver at night..."