The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Although he didn’t have to go to work on Sunday, Yang Luoyan still prepared his clothes in advance.

Wu Yuan was properly dressed, opened the door and came out.

Just then I discovered that not only Song Chunhong, the godmother of the two children, was here, but also Wang Feng, the godmother of the two children.

Wu Yuan said hello and went to wash up.

 Having just finished washing up, I was about to eat something to fill my stomach.

 Chen Xing from next door came over again, holding freshly made tofu in his hand, which was white and tender.

 Liu Hui and Wang Feng were both praised.

 There are not many things that can catch the eye of the older generation.

 It can be seen that the level of Chen Xing’s tofu has indeed reached a certain level.

No wonder the income from selling tofu is much higher than the income from making noodles.

If she could go hawking in the streets, she might actually be able to make a decent living out of it.

 Perhaps we collected too much.

This time Yang Luoyan took the tofu and turned around without haste to change Chen Xing for something else.

Instead, he said warmly: "Oh, it's not easy for you to make some tofu. It's too hard for you to wake up early and work hard at night. Our family can't always eat your tofu for free. How about I give you cash?"

  After all, no matter how good the thing is, it may not be as practical as cash.

Yang Luoyan also had this consideration in mind and took the opportunity to bring it up.

Chen Xing naturally couldn't accept it. After waving her hands frantically, she even made a lame excuse and said: "It's not hard work, and I don't want to get up early and stay late. Yesterday, the village sent an excavator to dig the shrimp pond, and it was finished early."

“I went to bed very early, so I got up late today, so the first pot of tofu is ready now.”

 Seeing Chen Xing's embarrassment, Yang Luoyan said no more.

 After collecting the tofu, I brought back some strawberries for Chen Xing, freshly picked from the vegetable garden at the door.

After sending Chen Xing away, Yang Luoyan turned around and saw her husband coming out. He pointed at another herring next to the well and said, "My godmother and godmother are here today, so let's cook another fish with pickled vegetables."

Wu Yuan looked at the situation, rolled up his sleeves and said: "That's right, when I leave, you will be able to take out such a big herring."

 The sunlight above our heads is getting hotter and hotter.

 The herring under the ax is getting colder and colder.

Eventually it cooled down into slices as thin as cicada wings, and the tentacles were even colder.

Song Chunhong, who is wearing jeans and a shirt, has quite a bit of Hong Kong style in addition to her leisure time.

 Seeing Wu Yuan turn such a big herring into such a fillet that looks like a work of art, I couldn’t take my eyes away.

“I heard it’s a famous dish in the provincial capital, but I couldn’t think of anything unique about it. When I saw this fish fillet, I kind of understood.”

Wu Yuan kept moving his hands and said: "Every chef in the pickled fish restaurant in the provincial capital must have this skill. You will know when you go there, this is not unusual."

Song Chunhong said with a look of fascination: "It's not easy to go to the provincial capital. Who knew we would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey?"

Wu Yuan was so surprised that he stopped moving his hands and said, "What? Doesn't your Education Committee organize training for teachers like you during the winter and summer vacations?"

Song Chunhong shook her head slightly.

Wu Yuan continued to be busy and said: "It seems that I have to remind Director Li that improving the teaching level of the entire teaching team is equally important!"

 After processing the fish fillets, Wu Yuan went into the kitchen and started making pickled fish.

 After all, I got up late and the ingredients have not been prepared until now.

 It’s very close to the lunch point.

Over in the kitchen of the small building, daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan was already busy, and Principal Song had already rushed over to help.

 Don’t you know that you also lack a red sleeve to add fuel to the fire? At this moment, Santana's voice came from the door.

 After all, Wu Yuan had just been driving for several days, and he was very familiar with the sound of Santana's engine.

I looked out from the kitchen and saw that Hongxiu, who was making fire and adding wood, was here.

Wu Yuan stood at the window of the kitchen and waved his hand: "Dad hasn't come back yet, why did you come back first?"

After Yang Chenyu said hello to Liu Hui and Wang Feng, he picked up the fat Yueyue and ran towards Wu Yuan and said, "I'll be back when I'm done. Dad, I I made the call, just in the past two days."

 A smoky place near the kitchen.

Yueyue felt it was not fun. Not long after being held, she wanted to get down and break away from her aunt's arms.

Yang Chenyu had a lot of things to tell Wu Yuan about the capital.

 Just put the child down and let her run away.

Wu Yuan said politely: "Just in time, come over and help me watch the fire."

Yang Chenyu was still dressed in a public relations outfit. He sat down at the kitchen door and didn't feel anything was wrong.

 “I won’t know if I don’t go, but I’ll be surprised if I go.”

“It’s only been a few months, how can you make the stall in the capital so big?”

Wu Yuan weighed a large spoon and smelted the hot oil in the pot and said, "No, everything has been thrown together, and there is nothing I can do."

Yang Chenyu continued: "At least once this stall opens in the capital, it will be able to catch up with the scale of Shanghai before the end of the year, right?"

 Wu Yuan nodded: "Not only will we catch up, I'm afraid we will even surpass them."

  After all, the foundation of the Asian Games Village project is there.

 One project is equivalent to the construction projects of Tenda First Construction, plus half of the decoration works of Tenda’s headquarters.

Yang Chenyu asked: "In the future, you will slowly shift the focus of development from Shanghai to BJ?"

Wu Yuan blurted out and asked: "Why can't we do both?"

 An Asian Games Village project, in a short period of time, seems to be a big piece of cake.

 How can it be worth the trillions of dollars in Pudong development?

Yang Chenyu slowly shook his head and said: "I haven't been out for a while, and my thinking is a bit unable to keep up with your rhythm."

“You are taking such a big step, who can keep up with you?”

“That’s it, my principal Ma blames me for becoming too fast...”

Hearing this, Wu Yuan interrupted decisively: "I can't blame you for Principal Ma's mood!"

Yang Chenyu said leisurely: "Anyway, I will go out more often in the future to avoid being unable to keep up with you, the boss, and keep up with the times."

Although he had already tasted the pickled fish last time, Yang Chenyu could not help but feel the surge in his throat when he saw it coming out of the pot again, watching the oil pouring on the white and tender fish fillets sizzling and smoking. .

“I’m here to report on my work and have a meal by the way, isn’t that too much?”

“As for whether you think it’s not too much or not, Principal Ma definitely thinks you’re too much.”

“Then I can pack it up and take it away, right?”

When Wu Yuan saw the fish fillets and sauerkraut in the pot, it was indeed too much to fill. He couldn't help but admired: "Hey, you are really a talent!"

 After a while, Yang Chenyu happily scooped up the remaining fish fillets and pickled vegetables in the pot into the thermos bucket and slipped away.

 Lunch in the small building also started.

Wang Feng was focused on her children and was not interested in the table full of food.

But she couldn't resist Liu Hui, who kept giving her vegetables and fish fillets.

This taste is really different!

At the same time, Song Chunhong had already started to eat happily.