Recruiting disciples in the Siheyuan will make you stronger

Chapter 43 43. Rumors and Chicken

In the front yard, three aunts were carrying chickens, holding wooden basins and kitchen knives, and were killing the chickens with smiles on their faces.

There is also a large bowl in the wooden basin, which is used to hold chicken blood. Of course, the chicken blood also belongs to their family.

After a while, the entire courtyard knew that Zhou Ping'an from the middle courtyard didn't want to kill the chicken, so he asked the third uncle's family to kill the chicken, and he also agreed to give the chicken head and butt to their family.

Suddenly, this became big news.

Except for Yan Bugui's family and Shazhu's family, everyone in the courtyard became jealous and hated. They couldn't eat much chicken in a year.

This week, Ping An was willing to share the chicken with others just because he didn't want to do it. How could this not make people jealous?

However, everyone was jealous. Due to Zhou Ping'an's situation in the steel rolling mill, a seventh-level fitter was still the team leader, and he taught a second-level fitter in just one month. Naturally, people in the courtyard did not dare to say nonsense. Who knows if Zhou Ping'an will be useful in the future.

Therefore, they only talked secretly at home and did not even have the courage to discuss it in the courtyard.

Of course, Zhou Ping'an didn't know about this. Even if he knew, he wouldn't take it too seriously. After all, if the gap between people is very small, others will still be jealous, but when it reaches a certain level, only Will look up.

In fact, this is exactly the case. The people in the courtyard do not hold grudges or resent Zhou Ping'an, but are jealous of the third uncle. After all, who doesn't know how to kill a chicken? Why did the Yan family get such a good thing? .

At the same time, he was still chewing his tongue and saying how much advantage the Yanbu family had taken. Even if they killed a chicken, they would keep the feathers, blood, head and butt of the chicken.

After Zhou Pingan missed the air-conditioned wifi watermelon in his previous life, he stood up and started to prepare some cooking ingredients.

Although the cooking skills rewarded by the system are only level zero, Zhou Ping'an also has an unusual understanding of cooking skills because of the characteristics of the system.

After looking at the condiments at home, he pushed his bicycle and walked outside, ready to buy some condiments.

When I walked to the front yard, I saw the third aunt who was cleaning up. She said hello and was about to go out.

The third aunt was very polite to Zhou Pingan at this time. After asking Zhou Pingan what he was going to do, she immediately pointed Zhou Pingan to a place that was close and had all the things.

After Zhou Pingan thanked him, he left the room.

After Zhou Ping'an left, people in the courtyard actually walked out of their rooms one after another and stopped cooking. Instead, they gathered in the front yard in twos and threes, speaking with words of envy.

Of course, there are more of all kinds of ridicule and belittling.

The third aunt who was cleaning up the cock was very angry, but she didn't dare to say anything. After all, he knew very well the fighting power of the old ladies in the courtyard.

When it was almost dark, Zhou Pingan returned to the courtyard with a bag of various condiments.

The third aunt did not say much about the sarcastic remarks about the people in the courtyard, but was surprised to see Zhou Ping'an mentioning so many condiments and said: "Ping'an, why did you buy so many condiments? It's such a waste. "

Zhou Pingan looked at the third aunt with a smile and said: "It's okay, this condiment won't go bad. It will be fine if you eat it for two or three years. Sometimes it's gone when you want to use it. It's inconvenient to go there and back." I have less time, I have to go to work every day, and I don’t have much time to run.”

The third aunt was right when she heard it. Zhou Ping'an was different from them. He was the only one at home and had to go to work. He should buy more things that wouldn't break. After all, he couldn't waste all his time on this. "You're right. I've prepared the chicken for you. You can take it back. If you want to kill a chicken in the future, you can just bring it to me. You, a young man, will definitely not be able to kill it well."

This is true, he can kill, but he doesn't necessarily do it very cleanly. Even if he does it cleanly, it's still too troublesome.

"Okay, Third Aunt, I'll go back first, and I'll bring the wooden basin to you later." Zhou Pingan took the basin handed over by Third Aunt and went back.

Not long after, he returned the wooden basin to the third aunt, and then he went back.

When Zhou Ping'an returned home, he kneaded some dough and rested it for a while.

Then I started to heat the oil in the pot. There was a lot of chicken, and I couldn’t finish it in one pot of the iron pot at home.

He directly put away half of the chicken and put it in the storage space. The space and time were stagnant and no living things could be placed. However, there were advantages, that is, it could be used as a sterile refrigerator.

By this time, the oil pan was already very hot, and he poured the chicken directly into it.

"Zi La! Zi La!"

There was a sound of oil merging with the moisture on the surface of the chicken. When the meat on one side of the chicken was firm, he turned the chicken over with a spatula. By this time, the strong smell of chicken was already coming out.

When the chicken was almost fried and the moisture in the chicken was gone, he added chili peppers and various spices and continued to stir-fry a few times. Then he took out the boiling water next to it and poured the boiling water directly into it. piping hot chicken in the pot.

Then add some soy sauce and cook the chicken over high heat without covering the pot.

He walked to the side and picked up the dough that was almost proofed, and started to make the steamed buns. When the steamed buns were ready, he put them on the small stove next to boiling water and started steaming them.

By this time, the aroma of chicken and rich sauce had spread throughout the courtyard.

It didn't take long for the fried chicken to reach the stage of reducing its juices. He added salt and stir-fried for a few times, then put the chicken directly into the big bowl.

The soup filled more than half of the bowl. This was because he deliberately left more. The steamed buns will taste better when they are soaked in the soup. If there is less soup, they will not taste good.

The neighbors who had already eaten in the courtyard rubbed their stomachs again. They smelled the aroma of chicken and felt hungry again. However, they did not go out to see whose family was eating chicken. They already knew that it was Zhou Ping'an in the backyard. They were making chicken, but they didn't expect Zhou Ping'an to make the chicken so fragrant that the aroma spread to their home.

At Shazhu's house, Shazhu was eating vegetables, and there was a bottle of Erguotou next to him. He raised his head and sniffed it with his nose, talking to himself.

"Hey, this guy's craftsmanship is pretty good!
The stir-fried chicken is cooked with a lot of skill. It smells like stir-fried chicken over high heat. "

There is a girl sitting opposite Silly Zhu. Her facial features are quite delicate and her face is fleshy. It is He Yuyu. At this time, he is not as thin as in the original drama.

I saw that she also sniffed her nose and said: "Brother, don't tell me, brother Ping An's craftsmanship smells really good, but I just don't know how it compares with you?"

(End of this chapter)