Siheyuan: The Cellar

It's Sunday again, and in the blink of an eye, it has been nearly half a month since Chen Guoliang came into this world.

After so many days of running-in, he gradually got used to the rhythm of this era.

Looking at the wisps of smoke rising from the houses in the yard, Chen Guoliang felt that this was actually quite good.

The people here have fixed working hours and one day off per week.

If you have a job, we will arrange housing for you.

Compared with the social animals of later generations, their happiness index is many times higher.

Of course, these actually have nothing to do with him. After all, whether before or after the time travel, he actually has no shortage of money.

I just feel inspired by comparing the lives of people nowadays with those of people in the future.

After sighing for a while, Chen Guoliang came to the kitchen. There was nothing he could do, as his disappointing mother was still asleep.

Only he can solve the problem of breakfast.

But one good thing is that although his mother doesn't cook, she still knows how to bring food home.

Just yesterday, I got a leg of lamb from somewhere.

Take out the lamb legs and wash them repeatedly with clean water.

Then he picked up a kitchen knife and cut the lamb leg into chunks, making each piece of meat evenly cut and roughly the same size.

Then soak the chopped mutton in a basin and rub it gently with your hands to remove the blood.

Then take out the meat and drain the water.

After completing the preparatory work, Chen Guoliang brought out a pot, put the cleaned meat pieces into it, and added the spices prepared in advance - wine, star anise, cinnamon, scallion segments, and ginger slices.

Finally, add enough water and bring the water to a boil on a small stove.

Then remove the coal balls, turn down the heat, and simmer for a while.

Chen Guoliang used a spoon to gently stir the meat from time to time to ensure that the meat was evenly flavored.

Soon, the whole kitchen was filled with the aroma of mutton.

Chen Guoliang couldn't help swallowing his saliva. It seemed that he hadn't messed up this time. At the same time, he was looking forward to eating the delicious mutton soon.

Taking advantage of this break, Chen Guoliang was not idle either. He started to boil water and prepare to cook noodles.

Logically speaking, handmade noodles and mutton soup are a better match, but unfortunately, this is another technical job that requires the brain but not the hands.

After experiencing food poisoning last time, Chen Guoliang also understood a truth: whether in life or work, one must not be blindly confident.

In this regard, Chen Guoliang had to settle for the second best and order a bowl of ordinary noodles.

After helping to finish everything, Chen Guoliang got up and called his mother, who was staying in bed on her day off, to get up and eat.

After waking the person up and returning to the kitchen, the water in the pot had just boiled.

Take out the cooked noodles and put them into a bowl, then pour the hot mutton soup on them. The flavor will come out as soon as you scratch it.

While my mother was still cleaning up, Chen Guoliang took out a few small bowls and gave them to a few of my mother's best friends in the courtyard. Each family filled a bowl with some and sent them out.

At this time, the aroma of mutton soup spread throughout the yard.

At this time, the deaf old lady who had already gotten up also smelled the aroma of meat all over the yard.

My empty stomach suddenly started to growl.

Similarly, after Liu Hai, who was domineering at home, smelled the smell, his stomach also started to growl.

He lifted the quilt and went outside to take a look.

Wow, the smell is even stronger, so delicious!

Looking again, Chen Guoliang and Liu Li were each holding a bowl and eating happily!

However, as the liaison officer in the backyard, he still has to maintain basic dignity and it is impossible for him to go to ordinary residents' homes to ask for food.

He could only wash up quickly and eat the steamed bread without any taste. His resentment towards Chen Guoliang intensified.

At this time, Xu Damao also woke up, or rather, he was woken up by the smell of meat in the yard.

Seeing Chen Guoliang's family cooking mutton soup early in the morning, although he was greedy, he didn't have too many thoughts.

If Chen Guoliang was alone at home, he would definitely go and eat something. But his mother was still there.

He didn't dare to go. He was one of the witnesses when He Daqing was stabbed. The image of Liu Li rushing out with blood all over her body and chasing Yi Zhonghai and others to stab him left a big shadow on him when he was young.

It was also from that time that he secretly made up his mind.

In the future, he must build a good relationship with Chen Guoliang. Not to mention too much, just the fact that his mother chased after several young men in the yard and chopped them down made him dare not bully Chen Guoliang like those idiots.

This was because Chen Guoliang had left the pot open for too long, and the smell had even reached the central courtyard.

The Jia family immediately thought that the fragrance was created by Sha Zhu's family, and Jia Zhang started cursing immediately.

"Shazhu is a fool. Who is he trying to envy by making such delicious food so early in the morning? How can a cook like him deserve to eat mutton? He should give it to me as a gift. And that little bitch He Yushui, how can a girl like her deserve to eat such delicious food?"

"Mom, it wasn't Sha Zhu's family who did it. When I went out just now, I saw that Sha Zhu's door was not open yet!"

Listening to Jia Zhang's ugly curse, Qin Huairu said weakly.

"If not him? Who else could it be? Apart from the stupid cook Sha Zhu, who else in our courtyard can make meat so delicious?"

"It should be Liu Li's house. When she came back from get off work yesterday, I saw her bringing back a leg of lamb."

When she heard that the meat was stewed by Liu Li and Chen Guoliang's family, Jia Zhang became even more unhappy.

"Why? They are both mothers and sons. My son is working while his son is still studying! Why can her family eat mutton while my family can only eat steamed corn bread?"

As she spoke, Jia Zhang's eyes inadvertently swept over Qin Huairu who was about to take the second steamed bun.

I immediately came to a conclusion in my mind.

"Okay! I was wondering what happened? It turns out it's you, Qin Huairu!"

As she said this, Jia Zhang hit Qin Huairu's hand with her chopsticks, and then picked up her fourth steamed bun that morning.

Qin Huairu was completely stunned.

No, you cursed Liu Li’s family, why did you hit me?

At this time, Qin Huairu had not experienced too much torture from Jia Zhang, so how could she understand Jia Zhang's train of thought!

In Jia Zhang's view, Liu Li's family is an orphan and a widow, and his family is also an orphan and a widow.

Moreover, Jia Dongxu is the man who works in his family, while Liu Li is a woman who works outside to earn a few dollars. Moreover, she has Chen Guoliang, a student who is a burden in her family.

No matter what, it should be his Jia family who eats the meat and drinks the soup, while Liu Li's family can only smell the taste.

But that's what happened to him.

Since it happened, there must be a reason.

Both families were widows and orphans. Their son was a boy and worked in a factory, so he should earn more than Liu Li, a woman. Moreover, their family did not have the extra expenses of having a burden.

Why the living standard cannot catch up with Liu Li’s family.

Originally, Jia Zhang didn't understand it either, but just now when Qin Huairu reached out to take the second steamed bun, she suddenly realized it.

Isn’t it because of the burden of Qin Huairu that the Jia family is having a hard time?

Not to mention that she is lazy and gluttonous all day long, she has not yet given birth to a son for the Jia family.

When Jia Zhang thought of this, she became more and more dissatisfied with Qin Huairu.