Strategy to develop champions

Chapter 99

Yang nodded and responded, feeling more and more that Zhao Caifeng has become more sensible than before after waking up from throwing herself into the river.This kind of understanding does not lie in how diligent she has become, but that she has begun to have a stronger sense of responsibility for the family.

"Caifeng, then you just stay here, and you usually wear this outfit when you come out to help. You look like a tomboy." Yang is not worried about anything else, but is worried that Zhao Caifeng will be taken advantage of by others. The people on the court didn't know about Zhao Caifeng guarding the widow's door, but there were many gossips in front of the widow's door, and she understood this truth, some dubious people like to take advantage of the widow.

"Mother, don't worry, go back with Uncle Li and the others. I'll go to the private school to pick up Xiao Wu in a while."

Zhao Caifeng sent Mrs. Yang away, and started to help Mr. Yang clean up the noodle stall. Because the guests came and went quickly, there was no time to wash the bowls, and they were just soaking in the bucket beside them.One bucket is the leftover noodle soup from customers, and the other bucket is clear water. There is no place to collect water on this roadside, so they are piled up like this. Go to the sewer, and the three of them can go home together.

The night market in Heqiao Town opened very early, and the residents of the town didn't have the habit of eating supper at night. In addition, there was a curfew at night, which was inconvenient, so Old Man Yang had already packed up the stalls before the sun went down.

Zhao Caifeng went to pick up Zhao Wu from the private school, and asked casually what he had learned today. Zhao Wu replied falteringly, and kept saying that the teacher did not understand what he said, and that he was not as good as Song Mingxuan.

Although Zhao Caifeng didn't go to the class in person, it was easy to imagine that most of the gentlemen in this kind of private school were open-mouthed, how could they be as clear as Song Mingxuan.Zhao Caifeng only rubbed the top of Zhao Wu's head, and said earnestly: "Brother Song was not taught when he was young, and he learned it all from his master."

This private school is famous in Heqiao Town, and Song Mingxuan studied here at that time, so he should be regarded as the master's apprentice.

Zhao Wu nodded, put his schoolbag behind his back, and went up to help old man Yang clean up the table. After loading everything into the car, the family of four went to Jilong Lane.

Mrs. Yang went out with Mr. Yang before dawn. The stove in the house was cold at the moment, so Zhao Caifeng hurried in and lit a fire to boil hot water.Old man Yang unloaded today's wooden barrel, Mrs. Yang washed the dishes, and he himself moved in a small vat, and removed the stones on a large vat in the corner, and lifted the lid on it. Scooped a spoonful of old brine in it and put it on the stove.

On the left side of the stove is a bamboo pole with two whole chickens and a few pieces of pork hanging on it.

Seeing Zhao Caifeng lighting a fire inside, old man Yang started talking.

"Caifeng, lower your fire, you can't make such a big fire when you boil the old brine."

Zhao Caifeng originally boiled the water to steam the steamed buns on the kitchen table to eat. Hearing what old man Yang said, he realized that old man Yang was about to start boiling the stew.

It is said that delicious noodles depend on a good soup. If it weren't for the delicious noodle soup from old man Yang's house, Zhao Caifeng would not be able to drink it with a bowl in his hand. Hearing that he is going to boil the stew now, Zhao Caifeng also pricked up his ears .

"Grandpa, what did you ladle in that big vat in the corner just now?" Zhao Caifeng knew that chefs were skilled in housekeeping, and being able to make a good soup was no small feat. , I'm afraid there is some secret recipe!

"This is the big soup base I made during the Chinese New Year. Now that I am old, I can't bear it every month, so I cook more, and just take a spoonful when I need it."

Zhao Caifeng stretched her neck and took a look. It was a solid paste like meat oil. The lid was pressed with a stone and covered with an oilcloth, which should be to prevent deterioration.

Old man Yang scooped up the soup base, took off the two chickens hanging on the bamboo poles, threw them into the pot, then put the soup bases in together, and said to Zhao Caifeng: "The heat should be controlled, that's it. Stew it slowly, don't let the chicken fall apart, we won't be able to eat it then."

Zhao Caifeng didn't have much talent in cooking, so she just listened to old man Yang's orders. After a while, old man Yang asked Zhao Caifeng to light another stove inside, and added a full pot of water for her to boil.

Zhao Caifeng began to work from left to right, the stove on the left, and the stove on the right. He was very busy. Old man Yang put a few pieces of meat hanging on the bamboo pole directly into it, and asked Zhao Caifeng to boil some more.

Not long after, the water boiled again. Old man Yang skimmed off the foam on the top with his claws, hooked the meat out with a hook, put it on the desk aside and began to cut it. At this time, the meat had just been blanched for the first time. Water, firm flesh, best for processing.Old man Yang's knife skills are very good, and he cuts all the meat into almost thick slices.

(End of this chapter)