Siheyuan: Since 51

Inside the huge sack were five durians and a net bag of dried snail meat.

Lin Zhiyuan can’t eat durian, but he can accept it if he gives it to his family to try.

The taste of dried snail meat is really hard to resist.

In my previous life, someone in the community cooked it. Regardless of whether it was delicious or not, the taste was... It was a convenience store at the gate, and I couldn’t stay there at all.

I can’t even think about it!

Wu Xia's face didn't look very good either. She pondered for a moment and pretended to be relaxed.

"This fruit is called durian, a specialty of South Vietnam. People who like it think it's delicious, but people who don't like it will feel uncomfortable just by smelling it."

After hesitating for a moment, he pointed and said, "There is snail meat in the net bag. I have eaten it in Guangxi Province..."

As he spoke, he seemed to remember something and suddenly began to dry heave, waving his hands repeatedly.

"Zhiyuan, take him out, take him out quickly."

Lin Zhiyuan tied the sack again, carried it and walked out.

"Then Second Aunt, I will go to rest as soon as I get back. You should go to bed early too."

"it is good!"

Return to the small courtyard.

Lin Zhiyuan secretly felt lucky that it was dried meat, otherwise he would have been in trouble. He didn't know what his second uncle was thinking...

I stood at the kitchen door, hesitating for a long time, and ultimately didn't put it in.

Afraid that the dried meat and durian would mix their smells, he took a net bag of dried meat out of the sack and hung it under the wooden shed.

It was still early, and Lin Zhiyuan was worried about the smell on his body, so he simply took a ceramic basin and washed himself with water in the yard.

I was still not reassured, so I planned to go through the study and clean up the space again.

Lin Zhiyuan didn't know that as soon as he left, the brigade commander and Kenong looked at each other and then burst into laughter.

The brigade commander raised his eyebrows and winked, "Ke Nong, how is it, is it fun?"

Kenong had a smile on his face, smacked his lips and praised repeatedly.

"It's quite interesting. You know how to have fun."

The brigade commander raised his left hand, placed it under his head, and rocked the rocking chair.

"That's true. You have to take the initiative to find fun. If you wait for it to come to you, it will be too late."

Next to them, Mrs. Chen was cleaning the table and couldn't help rolling her eyes. She emptied the teacup and refilled it with boiling water for the two of them.

"It's late at night, you two shouldn't drink tea, drink some water instead."

The brigade commander said softly, "Xiaoya, you don't have to work hard. Go to sleep first. I will chat with Kenong."

Mrs. Chen thought of their plan and couldn't help but say a few words.

"You two are bullying me. Zhiyuan is unlucky to have an uncle like you. His child looks honest to me. If you just open your mouth, will he still refuse?"

"You don't understand. To be frank, I have as many cigarette holders and folding fans as I want, but what I lack is the heart!"

The brigade commander said with a hearty smile, "Besides, it would be too embarrassing for me to ask for it. It would be more interesting if he took the initiative to offer it."

Mrs. Chen glanced at him and asked, "What about the dried snail meat? It was clearly given to you by Liangzi. Why did you let Zhiyuan take it away? What bad idea did you have?"

"If he wants to blame someone, just blame his second uncle. It's reasonable for the nephew to pay the uncle's debt!"

The brigade commander said, his tone becoming unhappy.

"What the hell did you send me in the mail? I thought the meat was dry and rotten, so I couldn't bear to throw it away, so I put it in the pot and cooked it. It's now famous. Now who would make fun of me when they see me? Tell me, who has the time to cook shit for fun?"

Kenong tried to hold it in for a long time, but couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

"Hahaha, the Crazy Scholar's gift is also a thoughtful gesture. I heard from the doctor that snails are very nutritious and rich in vitamins."

"Bullshit."

The brigade commander snorted coldly, then smiled.

"How can I enjoy such a good thing alone? I want his wife and nephew to have a taste of it too."

Mrs. Chen couldn't bear to listen any longer, so she turned around and left, "You two shouldn't chat too late."

A few minutes later.

The brigade commander sat up, his tone quite serious.

"Ke Nong, let's make a deal first. No matter how many copies Zhiyuan prepares, you can only take two. The rest are mine."

Hearing this, Kenong immediately refused to do it, "Old Chen, how can you be like this? Brothers must share equally when doing business together."

"You think beautifully."

The brigade commander glared and waved his hands.

"No, definitely not. We have different capitals. I even have a nephew, and you just came out and said a few words. You have to understand that this is my nephew, and I have to take the lion's share."

Kenong still smiled, "What are you talking about? He is my nephew now, so we have to share it equally."

……

The next day.

Lin Zhiyuan was sleeping in when he was suddenly awakened by a foul smell.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and turned to look at Xiao Shuchen who was sleeping next to him.

After a careful inspection, he found that there was nothing wrong and couldn't help but frowned, "Where did it come from..."

Suddenly I remembered the dried snail meat hanging under the wooden shed and quickly started to put on my clothes.

Little Shufan, little Chaoyun, and little Xingkang pushed the door open and walked in.

"Dad, go check it out, Auntie is crazy and cooking shit."

"Uncle Yuan, hurry up, she's crying."

"Uncle, did you hear that?"

……

The three little guys were chattering, and Lin Zhiyuan immediately realized that Lin Manyu was cooking and had used dried snails by mistake.

Small cross yard.

Lin Manyu was almost going crazy. She lay in Wu Xia's arms and started crying.

"Second Aunt, I just saw some meat hanging under the wooden shed, ready to cook..."

Wu Xia patted Lin Manyu's shoulder and quickly comforted her, "Xiaoyu, it's not your fault. This snail meat is just like that."

Qin Huairu also coaxed, "Brother Zhiyuan, you are the same. What kind of meat is that? If it's spoiled, don't bring it home."

……

Sha Zhu hurriedly turned into the Moon Gate and howled.

"Brother Zhiyuan, Sister Lin, what's going on? Are you cooking shit for fun?"

Lin Zhiyuan put on his clothes and walked out of the living room. He just happened to hear it and his face immediately turned black.

"Silly Zhu, get out of here. I got some southern snails, but I don't know how to cook them."

"Snail? Why does snail smell so strong?"

Sha Zhu frowned slightly, walked closer with big strides, and muttered to himself.

"If you don't know how to do it, leave it to me. This has made the whole yard full of it..."

Without waiting for Sha Zhu to finish, Lin Zhiyuan asked unhappily, "Can you do it?"

Sha Zhu looked sideways, staring at Lin Zhiyuan for a long time before raising his eyebrows and saying, "Brother Zhiyuan, you look down on me, don't you? Which cook doesn't know how to remove the fishy smell?"

Lin Zhiyuan waved his hand and said, "Come on, stop bragging and take everything back. If it's done, your sister-in-law and the others can have a taste. If it's not done well..."

"That's impossible." Without waiting for Lin Zhiyuan to finish, Sha Zhu grinned and headed to the kitchen, talking nonstop, "Don't let you waste these good ingredients. Where are they?"

Lin Manyu cried, "Brother Silly Zhu, the net bag at the kitchen door."

Sha Zhu trotted over, squatted down, took a closer look, and couldn't help but praise.

"It's really big. If I eat it slowly, it can last for several meals."

At the same time, a group of people rushed in from the Moon Gate.

Lin Cuilan frowned slightly, raised her voice and asked, "Zhiyuan, what are you doing at home?"

Feng Hongxia also said, "Exactly, how come this smells worse than a public toilet?"

……

There was no choice but Lin Zhiyuan explained it again.

"Well, I got some southern snails. I don't know how to cook them, so the taste is not good."

Then, he comforted her, "Don't worry, leave it to Sha Zhu. They have two chefs at home, they will definitely be able to handle it."

Wang Quanyou asked suspiciously, "What snails? Could they be rotten?"

Yan Bugui adjusted his glasses, rolled his eyes, and said leisurely, "Southern snails? I've never heard of them. Shazhu has made them. Let me have a taste."

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