The cook is very busy

Chapter 17
Ask for tickets, ask for collection, o(*￣▽￣*)ブ

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As the day got hotter day by day, Jia Shouwang gave up the idea of ​​going out to the stall.

If you sell dozens of pancakes a day, you can put one or two hundred coppers in your pocket, and you can spend the rest of the day at home leisurely, but it is very comfortable.

When I came back, I would go to the town to buy some soy elbows to beat the teeth, and in the evening, I called Erkui and Yingzi to come to the house.

Mrs. Zhao talked a lot about him because of this matter, either she felt sorry for Er Kui and his wife who came to eat and drink, or she was angry that her man couldn't keep dry food in his stomach.

Spend as much as you have, which is the same as when you were young.

Jia Shouwang was still nonchalant, and only said that thieves would not be able to steal it if he ate it in his stomach. He just kept the coffin, and Mrs. Zhao had nothing to do with him.

Moreover, the past half a month has been a good day, and Jia Shouwang's skinny body looks a little fatter.

The elder brothers in the village always talk a little bit when they meet each other, and when he sees people, he says that this is the blessing brought to him by his girl Qing.

The people in the village don't know the reason for this.

I just think that Lao Jia has suffered a lot in these years, and now that the girl is good, and she is still strong enough to go out of the town, it is not easy to have two money.

The elder brothers only laughed and chatted with him, and didn't ask much else.

The old couple returned early today, and Jia Shouwang went out again after eating the lunch made by Ziqing.

After waiting for half an hour, he came back with a small can of wine in his hand.

Mrs. Zhao was sitting in the yard breaking firewood, when she saw the old man coming in, she just snorted and ignored him.

Jia Shouwang smiled and went over, just wanting to tell his mother-in-law that he is drinking glutinous rice wine today, and she can drink a couple of sips, when suddenly he heard a hearty female voice.

"Yo, brother, I drank it again today!"

A fat woman in her fifties walked in with a basket in her arms.

There was a clay pot in the basket, and a large bowl was placed on the pot, which contained chopped fat.

Jia Shouwang looked back, pointed at her belly, looked at the fat piece and smiled.

"Hey, his fat aunt, your piece is quite fat, it must be a little three catties, and you can refine a lot of oil."

The fat woman's face sank, she protected her belly, and said in a bad mood, "Brother, what are you talking about, he's not old or young anymore!"

Jia Shouwang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was going on, and quickly pretended to slap his old mouth, "Oh, his aunt, he's talking fast, don't worry, don't worry..."

Mrs. Zhao chuckled secretly, sent his wife to bring the wine into the main room, and greeted her by herself.

"His aunt is here, ouch, it's better to eat from your family, and the oil refining is here again, come here, give me the basket quickly."

Ziqing just came out of his room wearing an apron, holding a piece of blue cloth in his hand.

When she saw the old woman, she went over to say hello, and carried the basket into the stove.

In the morning, her parents rushed to the town to go out of the stall, and in the afternoon she left it at home to refine oil for others, and scooped up some oil residue for mixing stuffing.

The bakery stall in her house has to buy four or five catties of fat to put into the pot a day, and the refined oil can't be used up. The cooking is too greasy and crooked, and it's reluctant to give it away.

Ziqing had no choice but to come up with a way to collect some oil residue for the villagers to refine oil, and it was enough for several families to put together.

However, few are happy with this.

Although her family produces firewood from the pot, who doesn't have a pot and stove? Firewood is ready-made up the mountain, and it's not worth a lot of money. It's rare compared to oil residue.

People in the village have tight pockets, and they seldom see meat, and it is rare to buy meat that is fat.

The lean meat is picked out and fried, the fat is used to refine the oil, and the oil residue out of the pan becomes a treasure. It is crispy and fragrant, and it is good to eat.

And some of them have a good relationship with the Zhao family, and some of them can't take care of their own farm work. Knowing that her family bakes oil residue cakes, they bring the fat to refine oil for them.

Anyway, just take such a share, not much less, so it’s okay to try to clean the kitchen.

Ziqing tied the blue cloth on his head so that the oily smoke would not burn his hair after a while.

She lit a fire and put the fat into the pot, and Mrs. Zhao said to the fat woman, "It's his aunt, you can come and get it later."

But the old woman stayed at the door of the stove, her eyes were fixed on the pot.

He smiled and said that he had nothing to do when he went back now, so he just waited here to save himself another trip later.

Mrs. Zhao nodded yes, but she couldn't help but slander secretly, you are not afraid of making another trip, you are afraid that my daughter will scoop up too much of your oil residue, you are really a bitch.

The old woman was also idle, so she dragged Mrs. Zhao to chat about the daily routine.

It is said that Erkui's daughter-in-law has not praised her girl Qing to the people in Shaocun these days, saying that she cooks well and is so delicious.

"Oh, my ears have been listening to your Qing girl the most... Hey, old sister-in-law, Erkui's wife also said that the oil cakes baked by your family are delicious, how did you make them? ?”

Did Mrs. Zhao still laugh at first, but she felt uncomfortable when she heard this. How could anyone ask such a question? Isn't this trying to trick her? She still makes money by pointing at this!
She smirked, "Hey, what's the matter, put more salt and more oil, and it will be done if you bake it in a pan."

Ziqing took a big spoon to pull the fat away, and laughed secretly when he heard this, putting too much oil and salt will not make him salty and greasy.

The woman curled her lips secretly, Yo, that's it, then she will do it too!
She exchanged haha ​​with Mrs. Zhao, and then said, "Old sister-in-law, I see that the business in your town is doing well, and look at how well it nourishes your old man and daughter."

The so-called money is not in vain, if it is good or bad, how can the Zhao family agree.

He only said that if the business was good, he could sell so many pancakes a day, and he even used his daughter to put the fire here to scoop up the oil residue, just to make life easier for the two sons.

The woman felt a little more at ease after hearing this, and she also complained, saying that what she was doing now was not good, and the harvest was not as good as in previous years.

And while talking, it got elsewhere, "Hey, old sister-in-law, you know who I saw today."

Mrs. Zhao laughed and said, "Look at you, I'm not behind your ass, how would I know."

The woman curled her lips and stared, "I saw Sun Jinhua!"

"Sun Jinhua? Isn't she, isn't she working as a cook for a rich family in the county..."

"How can you help the cook? Mrs. Sun has been in charge of cooking a few years ago. There are so many dishes that people can cook."

"Really? Then it's not the New Year or the festival. What is she doing back in the village? Visiting relatives?"

"Oh no, Grandma Sun is not here to visit relatives this time, she just quit her job!"

"Yo, this grandma is really willing, the salary paid by the big family is not low!"

"It's not low, but let others work under their hands, how can they be free by themselves? Yesterday, Grandma Sun chatted with me all afternoon, saying that she came back this time to go to the restaurant in her son's town. Take the spoon."

Mrs. Zhao clicked her tongue, feeling that it was a pity, and the woman said, "Okay, old sister-in-law, the mansion is not so easy to treat, or grandma's grandma is too smart to stay!"

Mrs. Zhao disagreed, this is too vague, the mansion is not a tiger's den or a fox's lair, if you go in, you won't be able to get out!
Let's be honest and busy with our own affairs, and do what we should do well, how can others find fault with her?
She didn't believe it anymore, that Grandma Sun ran back, living a better life than in the mansion!
The woman had never stayed in the big mansion, and she felt reasonable after hearing what Zhao said, so she stopped talking about it.

"Hey, old sister-in-law, my daughter-in-law told me yesterday that she has to do something for her old boss, and she wants to find someone in our village... Oh, girl Qing, I'm confused!"

Ziqing was in a daze when he heard the woman's cry, he was startled, he glanced into the pot, and hurriedly scooped up the oil dregs with a side strainer, but luckily it was overdue.

The old woman hurriedly brought over the earthen pots in her basket, and said with a smile, "You girl, you are so fascinated by listening to me chatting with your mother, you even forgot what you are doing."

Ziqing just smiled, scooped all the oil and water from the pot into the jar, finally pulled out some of the oil residue in the strainer, and poured the rest into it.

The old woman has been standing by the side to watch, looking at the fat pan on the stove and smacking her mouth, she can still cook a meal just like this...

(End of this chapter)