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The news of Yan Guofan's resignation spread all over Yanjiawan, and people from several surrounding villages came to inquire about Bai Xia.

There are even people who fear that the world will not be chaotic, and directly copy the words on the TV, spreading rumors in Yanjiawan that "Yan Guofan was arrested in the ICAC for coffee" and so on.

When Yan Guosheng first heard Yan Guosheng mention the old orange tree in the old yard, and initially speculated that the problem with the old orange tree was the root of Yan Guofan's resignation, Yan Guoqiang was worried all night.

Yan Che, who was already used to getting up at dawn, realized that his old father hadn't slept all night.

Seeing Yan Guoqiang's pale face, he took out the cigarette stick that he had quit for a long time, and when there was a puff of smoke on the porch in front of the bamboo building, Yan Che felt sore, bit his lip, went into the room and set up two bamboo chairs come out.

The father and son sat side by side in front of the porch like this, one was silently tapping the cigarette rod, and the other was silently staring at the foggy sky in a daze.

Yan Guoqiang understands, and Yan Che understands even more.

Knowing that this time, there was too much commotion in the bunting at home, and the people in the village were jealous, so they secretly put a stick to kill them.

"Hey, don't worry about it, this matter...maybe we have nothing to do with it." Yan Che pursed his lips, looked at Yan Guoqiang, who was hunched over and smoking fiercely, and his brows were frowned with melancholy.

"San'er, do you think the orange tree really caused the disaster this time?" Yan Guoqiang murmured as he knocked the pipe on the bamboo railing, looking at the unburned black tobacco shreds knocked from the pipe to the ground. Said: "Is it really the orange tree that caused the disaster?"

"Hey, don't think about it, how can an orange tree cause trouble?" Taking the cigarette stick in Yan Guoqiang's hand, Yan Che helped Yan Guoqiang into the house: "Hey, go and have a rest. , I'll make food and bring it in for you."

Yan Guoqiang waved his hand: "Hey, what's the matter? Isn't it just spending money to buy disasters?" After speaking, he walked into the house with heavy steps.

Seeing Yan Guoqiang's hunched and tired back disappearing at the door, Yan Che was a little confused as to whether it was right or wrong to come back.

When it was Fujiko's turn to get up, what he saw was Yan Che sitting alone on the bamboo chair on the porch, looking at the sky indifferently.

To be honest, Fujiko was really afraid of Yan Che.

The previous fear was just a feeling, an inexplicable perception of the subconscious.Fujiko, who has really seen the other side of Yan Che, is still afraid of Yan Che... But it is no longer the fear of the past, and the fear now is another kind of feeling that he can't explain clearly: heartache , palpitations, and doubts.

——He couldn't understand this seemingly simple Yan Che, and was even more confused by Yan Che's resentment towards him.

"Are you up?" Just when Fujiko was staring blankly at Yan Che's profile, Yan Che's voice sounded distant and indifferent: "Wait a minute, I'll make breakfast right now."

After speaking, Yan Che got up from the bamboo chair, moved the bamboo chair aside, and walked towards the kitchen.

Fujiko opened her mouth, wanting to call Yan Che to stop, but saw Yan Guosheng coming in through the gate twisting a plastic bucket.

Looking at the figure of Yan Che just turning into the kitchen, and at the direction of Yan Guosheng coming in, Fujiko swallowed the saliva with a strange smell in his mouth, grinned and greeted Yan Guosheng: "Uncle Guosheng, so Up early?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Guosheng put the plastic bucket in his hand into the courtyard, raised his hand, took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, smoked one by the way and threw it to Fujiko: "Hey, Xiao Teng got up so early too."

He stretched out his hand to catch the cigarette in Yan Guosheng's hand, sniffed it under his nose, and looked at the brand of the cigarette, and Fujiko returned to his old cheeky face: "Oh, Uncle Guosheng, this is a good cigarette I saw it in Zhicheng, and I heard that it is the internal cigarette of Jizhao Cigarette Factory that is not sold abroad!"

"Yo, you know what to buy!" Hearing what Fujiko said, Yan Guosheng was delighted: "You are really right. I heard that cigarettes like Ji Zhao are specially produced for... um (pointing to the top of his head) ...The senior officials above drew it, and my apprentice brought it back for me." After speaking, he approached Fujiko and smiled, and touched Fujiko with his elbow: "Boy, you are lucky, there is only one in total, and the average person I haven't handed it over yet."

"Yes yes yes." Dodging Yan Guosheng's powerful elbow, Fujiko took out the lighter with a flattering smile, lit it for Yan Guosheng, and lit it for herself.

"Uncle, you are here." Yan Che also popped his head out of the kitchen, and smiled at Yan Guosheng: "Let's have breakfast together later."

Waving his hand, Yan Guosheng pursed his lips and said with an aggrieved expression: "Your aunt was afraid that I would come over for dinner, so she poured a few big bowls of fried noodles into my stomach..." He couldn't help but patted his stomach , pretending to be in pain: "San'er, teach your aunt how to cook next time, and try to make her cooking skills come closer to you."

Yan Guosheng's appearance really amused Yan Che, and he glanced at the courtyard door: "Uncle, don't blame me for not reminding you to talk nonsense again later!"

Yan Guosheng was taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the gate of the courtyard. After seeing no one, he let out a "huh" breath, straightened his back, stared at Yan Che, and showed the momentum of an "elder": "San Er , don’t scare uncle like that.”

Seeing this, Yan Che frowned, and retreated back into the kitchen: "Uncle, I won't be sharing your share of the vegetables this morning."

Yan Guosheng was startled, patted his legs and raised his voice: "No, no, I can eat three more, three, three sons, uncle can eat three more."

Green vegetables, as the name suggests, is a noodle food made by mixing green vegetables.

Wash and cut fresh green vegetables (such as tender Chinese cabbage leaves, crisp wrapped radish, and slightly sweet carrot) into foam, and pour them into a clay bowl with egg noodle sauce (glutinous rice flour is the best) , flour is also available).

Then put in the previously steamed, shiny smoked bacon cut into cubes, and stir with finely chopped green onions, minced ginger, minced garlic and a little white sugar.

You don’t need to add too much water, the batter you stir doesn’t need to be too wet, and it’s enough to stand up with chopsticks inserted in it.

Then, cover and ferment for half an hour.

Half an hour later, put a certain amount of oil in the cauldron and heat it up. Use a spoon you usually use to drink soup, scoop up half and half spoonfuls of the stirred ingredients, and put them into the smoking hot oil.

Continue to heat over low heat.

Quickly flip the gnocchi in the hot oil with chopsticks until the shell turns yellow, crispy, and fluffy, use chopsticks to scoop it up to the edge of the pot, filter the oil... put in another batch of gnocchi scooped in , continue to repeat the previous procedure.

This kind of fried cake is Yan Che's memory, and every family must make pastry during the Chinese New Year.

But this kind of noodles can only be fried and eaten immediately, and should not be stored for a long time, which is completely different from crispy meat.Therefore, most people don’t think it’s troublesome, and they can’t eat too much at one time (bloating), let alone do too much at one time. Generally, few people have the leisure to do it.

It's just that Yan Guosheng, who has never been picky, likes to eat vegetables, but Zhang Chaoying can't cook well.

Hearing Yan Che's words now, Yan Guosheng was like a child, he rushed into the stove, and stood at the door of the stove, looking at Yan Che who was walking around in front of the stove, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: " San'er, do you really want to make green vegetables?"

Yan Che pursed his lips, smiled but did not answer.

Fujiko didn't even know what they were talking about, but seeing Yan Guosheng also went to the kitchen, what was he a young man standing outside?

So he followed in, and under Yan Che's "guidance" from time to time, he carefully added firewood to the stove.

Breakfast started as scheduled.

Yan Guoqiang, who was still resting and had no appetite, was missing at the dinner table, but Yan Guosheng, who was salivating, was added.

Yan Guosheng's so-called three vegetables are indeed not missing, um, just a lot more.

A mouthful of vegetable corn porridge, a mouthful of crispy, fragrant and glutinous vegetables, and a mouthful of refreshing porridge, Fujiko understood why Yan Guosheng loves this kind of fried food so much... Well, even he himself Unconsciously ignoring Yan Che, he ate seven or eight in one breath.

If Yan Che hadn't frowned and reminded "Don't eat too much, it won't digest you", Fujiko would have guessed that she could still eat five or six of him.

Both Yan Guosheng and Fujiko, who had eaten and drank enough, were resting on the stone table in the courtyard with their bellies full. While Yan Che was cleaning up the mess in the kitchen, someone came from outside the courtyard.

There were four visitors, all of whom were acquaintances.

Yan Guosheng frowned and looked at the four of them: "What are you doing here?"

Yan Guochang, who took the lead, glanced at Yan Guosheng: "Yeah, Guosheng is here too. Hehe, that's just right, the fourth child is here, right?"

Fujiko looked at the four of them, then at Yan Guosheng, got up quietly, and when she saw Yan Che coming out of the kitchen, she turned and entered the room, thinking: The atmosphere is wrong, the atmosphere is wrong, I can't see it, I can't see it ...

Yan Guochang is the second in command outside Yan Guofan in the Yanjiawan Village Committee.

At the same time, Yan Guochang is also one of the only three party members in Yanjiawan besides Yan Yuanzhao, an old party member.

Logically speaking, Yan Guochang is a party member, so he should be more qualified to be the village head of Yanjiawan than the "tough" Yan Guofan, isn't he?

However, Yanjiawan is not an ordinary village, but a large family with a large ancestral hall. It is not so much a village as it is a big family.

Special environment, special treatment - it was for this reason that the township government gave the position of village head to Yan Guofan, the head of the Yan clan in Yanjiawan.

In theory, Yan Guochang, who is most qualified to be the village head, became the second in command of Yanjiawan who assisted Yan Guofan.Due to the family training of his own family, Yan Guochang could only dare to be angry and dare not speak out. Who told Yan Guofan to be the patriarch?Who is to say that the appointed person is the leader from above?

Locally speaking, the head of a clan has more prestige than any township head or county head.As long as the patriarch says a word, the surrounding clan members with the same surname will follow and follow suit... Don't look at the usual idleness and bumps, it's really a big deal, as the ability of the Yan clan in Jizhao County to hold a group , that is the most terrifying and most noisy clan in Shiliba Village.

This time Yan Guofan resigned, of course Yan Guochang was the happiest. No, there was no inscription yet. Following the rumors, Yan Guochang summoned three other members of the village committee and found Yan Che's house at the foot of Wuxu Mountain.

As soon as Yan Che came out, Yan Guochang put away his usual countenance, immediately put on an official air, and spoke in an official tone: "Well, third boy, where are you?"

Yan Che, who caught a glimpse of Yan Guosheng's unswerving expression, frowned slightly when he saw Yan Guochang's appearance at this moment: "Uncle Guochang, I'm not feeling well, and I'm resting inside."

Yan Guochang was taken aback when he heard the words, looked in the direction of the bamboo building, and then secretly surveyed the surrounding situation, especially when he saw a mountain of fruit flowers and a large pond with rippling water, his eyes flashed, a hint of jealousy flashed And passed away: "Well, then, you go and call you up, we have something to ask him."

Yan Che frowned, and before he could speak, Yan Guoqiang had already appeared at the door of the main building: "Brother Guochang is here, come in and sit down." After speaking, he looked at Yan Che: "San'er, go and boil pots for the uncles. Hot tea."

When Yan Che resentfully turned around and entered the kitchen, Yan Guosheng snorted coldly, and followed Yan Guochang and his group into the bamboo building.

The rattans that sprang out from the bamboo building followed Yan Che into the stove instead.

Seeing Fujiko who came in, Yan Che didn't say much, pointed to the stove, and Fujiko obediently went to add firewood to the fire.

While silently adding firewood to the stove, while secretly spurning Fujikodu, who had spurned him thousands of times, he secretly raised his head to take a look at Yan Che, and found that Yan Che was staring at the lid of the pot with a tea pot in a daze.

"Hmmm." Coughing lightly, Yan Che came back to his senses, and looked at Fujiko inexplicably, and Fujiko was so stared at by Yan Che that he panicked: "Well, Yan Che, who are those people? ?”

"What and who?" Yan Che asked sullenly.

"Uh...that's the people who came here just now." Fujiko twitched the corners of his mouth, and continued his efforts.

Yan Che gouged out Fujiko's eyes, ignored his words, and continued to hold the tea pot and stare at the pot lid in a daze.

It's boring, Fujiko curled his lips, touched his nose (uh... By the way, isn't this Yan Xiaosan'er's action?), and continued to concentrate on... adding firewood to the fire.

After the water in the pot boiled, Yan Che twisted up an enamel jar as big as his face, poured a pinch of tea into it, scooped up a scoop of boiled water, put the lid on the enamel jar, tilted Fujiko glanced at it.

Like an electric shock, Fujiko jumped up from the small wooden bench in front of the stove: "Ah, ah, I'll go, it's very hot, I'll just go and I will go."

Yan Che nodded slightly, and stepped aside as a matter of course, Fujiko lifted a towel and wrapped it outside the enamel jar, held the enamel jar by the ear handles, and walked away from the stove to the bamboo building.

Fujiko, who was crying from the bottom of her heart while walking... I, me, am I not a bitch?It's like someone slapped me on the left cheek, and I shyly stick out the right cheek to let people continue... Really, I'm so fucking cheap... (ㄒoㄒ)

Compared with Fujiko's sorrowful inner voice, Yan Che looked at the back of Fujiko's leaving, his face was very flat, there was no unnecessary expression, but his heart was in chaos.

Unable to loosen her clenched fist, she turned her face and took out her phone, looking through the number card on the phone...