The Rebirth of 88 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, you can practice more at home in the future."

Yang Ben nodded hurriedly and murmured: "Yes, yes. 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, new couplets were put on every house.

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

When they saw Wu Yuan arriving, they all greeted him happily.

When Wu Yuan responded to the greeting, he also let out a lot of cigarettes 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 my daughter-in-law, Yang Luoyan, was running away, she stopped in front of her second uncle's house. The gentlemen from the two families were gathered around the car, tut-tutting and watching.

Yang Ruolin also followed outside to join in the fun.

So when I first saw Wu Yuandao, 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 eating.

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

At least the eel segments fried with green onions and the boiled fish fillets are still there.

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

"Little uncle, 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 for help: "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 asked, somewhat restrained, "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 tying his apron, Wu Yuan squatted by the well, pulled 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.

After removing the internal organs and washing the fish, it was a little slow to cut it into fillets.

But it can also be done in one go.

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

It's quick and painless.

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

No wonder Wu Yuan's methods were unsound.

It's just that their nerve endings are too developed.

After finishing all this, Wu Yuan searched around and couldn't see anyone, so he directly called the strong man and said: "Ma Guanghui, Yang Chong, you two come over and press the water for me."

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

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

Good guy, his face is turning red.

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

It's almost finished.

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

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

The gentlemen who were watching Da Ben also came back.

When YangMeng 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.

Along with it, even the fire was brought to his mouth.

Highlight a service delivered to your home.

But no one thought there was anything wrong with this.

All look like they are accustomed to it.

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

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

Occasionally, it will become a topic of discussion: "Today we here are bidding farewell to the old year with the sound of firecrackers, but the other side of the bay is 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 almost done. It will take another ten days to explode and it will be almost done."

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?"

This 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 the whole process, 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 for a while! Don't burn out the money as soon as you have some money."

After more than half an hour, Ma Xiaoxiao jumped over and grabbed Wu Yuan's arm and said, "My mother said, please take your place, chef."

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-fry eel segments with green onions in one pot, and boil fish fillets in another pot.

Busy but not chaotic, 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 laid out.

Enough for two tables.

One table for adults and one table 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?"

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

(End of this chapter)