The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Chapter 1082: Chef, please take your place, there are still two lines left

After Yang Ben finished speaking, he couldn't wait to ask: "Qianfan won't dislike your seventy-eighth success, right?"

Wu Yuan held a cigarette in his mouth and said casually: "The child is still young anyway, so you can practice more at home in the future."

Yang Ben nodded hurriedly and murmured: "Yes, that's right. I will go home to eat and cook more and spend more time with my children."

 Good guy, an unintentional remark actually aroused the brother-in-law's sense of crisis as an old father.

While talking, the two of them turned down the gravel road and entered the road in front of the old branch secretary's house.

Looking along the way, every house has been replaced with new couplets.

The black characters on red paper convey the full meaning of the New Year.

Seeing Wu Yuan's arrival, they all greeted him happily.

Wu Yuan responded to the greeting while scattering the cigarette in his hand.

 After finishing half a pack of cigarettes, the two finally arrived at the door of their second uncle Yang Guozhu’s house.

Because his daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan ran so fast, she stopped in front of the second uncle's house. The gentlemen from the two families were gathering beside the car, tut-tutting and watching.

Yang Ruolin also followed outside to join in the fun.

So I saw Wu Yuandaolai first. His ponytail was raised high and he said: "Brother-in-law!"

Wu Yuan nodded: "What time did you get home?"

Before Yang Ruolin could speak, his second uncle Yang Guozhu turned around and said, "She just got home."

Wu Yuan threw a piece of Huazi to him and scattered the remaining half of the bag.

 Then without staying much, he went straight past the second uncle's house and entered the father-in-law's house.

 Although it is still early, some people have already set off the firecrackers for the New Year's Eve dinner and started to eat.

And Party Secretary Yang’s family is still busy preparing for the New Year’s Eve dinner.

 At least the fried eel segments fried with green onions and the boiled fish fillets haven’t been touched yet.

As soon as Wu Yuan appeared, Ma Xiaoxiao and Yang Qianfan, who were waiting anxiously, came roaring over.

 “Sister-in-law, you are here.”

Wu Yuan looked at the two children who had grown a little taller and said: "I didn't delay you guys from eating, right? The fried eel segments with green onions and the boiled fish fillets are the finale. They should be served last and eaten while they are hot. "

The two children couldn't resist him, so they could only ask Ying eagerly: "What do you want us to do?"

Wu Yuan thought to himself and said: "Then let's pick bean sprouts. Bean sprouts are a must-have base for boiled fish fillets."

While talking to the children, Yang Chenyu brought an apron over and wanted to put it on for him.

Wu Yuan was a little hesitant and asked: "Where is my wife?"

Yang Chenyu looked at him keenly: "I was sent by your wife!"

This sentence made Jiang Fan and Li Yun, who were busy behind the scenes, laugh.

After putting on his apron, Wu Yuan squatted by the well, pulled over the bucket containing the snakehead fish, fished out the tired snakehead fish, placed it on the chopping board, then lifted the ax and dropped it, giving it a fleeting moment. combo.

 The internal organs were removed, the fish was washed, and it was cut into fillets a little slower.

 But it can also be done in one go.

Then came the eels weighing three kilograms. No matter how slippery they were and how enchanting they twisted, Wu Yuan held them tightly, embedded a nail in the board, and then enjoyed a disembowelled meal.

 The action is quick and not painful.

 As for the pieces, they are still squirming in the basin.

Then it’s no wonder Wu Yuan’s methods were unsound.

 It is actually their nerve endings that are too developed.

After finishing all this, Wu Yuan searched around and saw no one, so he directly pulled Zhuang Ding and said: "Ma Guanghui, Yang Chong, you two come over and press water for me."

The two boys were holding a bag of **** cannons, ready to find a place to blow them up.

Hearing this, he had no choice but to come over obediently, throw himself on the handle of the well with all his strength, and press the water.

 Good guy, my face is turning red.

Wu Yuan didn't say much, he just kept urging: "Hurry up, hurry up." Then, let the fresh well water wash the fresh snakehead fillets and eel segments.

 It’s almost done washing.

 Wu Yuan said it was okay, and the two children immediately ran out of the door and disappeared as if they were on the receiving end of amnesty.

 Placing two basins of ingredients on the millstone, Wu Yuan waved his hand and was about to take out a cigarette.

　　A group of gentlemen who were watching Da Ben also came back.

When Yang Meng saw this, he quickly took out his cigarette and came over.

Seeing that Wu Yuan's hands were full of water and couldn't take it, he put it directly to his mouth.

 Hands and hands and even fire are brought to the mouth.

 Highlight a home service.

 But no one thought there was anything wrong with this.

 It all looks like something we are accustomed to.

 Everyone came together and no matter what they talked about, they were already used to Wu Yuan being the centerpiece.

Yang Branch Secretary still occupies the C position, but he can only serve as the deputy center.

Occasionally, it will become a topic of conversation: "Today we here are bidding farewell to the old year with the sound of firecrackers. Over there in the bay, we are still in dire straits with the roar of cannons. Xiaoyuan, when do you think this old beauty will end? This battle When will it end?”

In this regard, Wu Yuan could only say: "It's fast, it's fast, it will take another ten days or so."

Ma Changshan smiled and joked: "From my brother-in-law's tone, it sounds like he arranged the bombing."

Wu Yuan, who knew the result, also realized that what he said was too subjective.

Yang Ben continued doubtfully, highlighting an unlearned and unskilled person: "They say the Gulf War was an oil war, but we don't usually use much of that stuff. A curved beam like mine can run hundreds of kilometers with a tank of oil. of…"

Before he finished speaking, Yang Meng interrupted: "Have you forgotten Yaomei and brother-in-law's Daben and Bentley?"

Yang Ben immediately retorted: "How many families like theirs are there in the country?"

 That sentence really stopped Yang Meng.

In the end, Wu Yuan came to the rescue and said: "Brother, you have to look at the problem from a development perspective. Just because there are not many now, does not mean there won't be many in the future. Besides, civilian use is one aspect, and industrial demand is the mainstream."

 This is beyond everyone’s knowledge blind spot.

Then the topic turned to the topic of when brothers Yang Bi and Yang Meng planned to buy a car.

Regarding this issue, Ma Changshan did not interrupt during the whole process, he just smoked silently and dealt with it.

 Finally, Party Secretary Yang seemed to see something.

One sentence stopped the two sons' mouths: "You two should save some money first! Don't burn the money into a mess as soon as you have a little money."

More than half an hour later, Ma Xiaoxiao came over and took Wu Yuan's arm and said, "My mother said, chef, please take your place."

Wu Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he understood and said: "Are the two pots on the stove empty?"

Ma Xiaoxiao nodded repeatedly.

Wu Yuan took the opportunity to follow him and began to operate the two lines with ease.

 Stir-fried eel segments with green onions in one pot, and boiled fish fillets in another pot.

 Be busy but not chaotic, and be at ease.

 When the boiled fish fillets finally came out of the pot, the New Year's Eve dinner in the main room was already served.

 Enough for two tables.

 One table for adults and one for children.

Yang Ruolin from next door came over and said with envy: "Wow, it's so rich!"

Then he asked Secretary Yang: "Uncle, can I come to your house for New Year's Eve dinner?"

Yang Zhishu said honestly: "Yes, but there is one thing. You have to sit at the children's table."

 (End of this chapter)