Qin Huairu, you don't want Jia Dongxu to lose his job, do you?

The aroma of spicy chicken is incomparably rich.

Two stoves stir-fry two pots at a time, stir-fry ten times in a row, only to fry enough for 400 portions.

Bursts of aroma gathered in the courtyard, and everyone who smelled it was intoxicated.

At this time, like Jia Zhang, the stick terrier opened the corner of the curtain, secretly hid behind ~ and looked at Wang Feng's house.

He waited, and the Shangwang-Feng's family went down to the ditch to get oily water.

Later secularly known as gutter oil.

Wang Feng cooks a lot of dishes every day and is worried about the sewer - blocked.

A layer of strainer is placed on the opening.

These days, whenever he left, the stick terrier would take advantage of the fact that no one in the yard saw him and fish home the layer of oil on the top of the sewer filter.

Put it in a pot and add a little water to boil, evaporate some of the water, and get a fragrant gutter oil broth.

It is eaten in a nest and is extremely delicious.

With luck, he was able to catch a little dish in the washing pot water, a little meat foam.

Without Qin Huairu's care, the stick terrier lives like a beggar.

It's not that he didn't want to go to Wang Feng's house to steal something, but every time Wang Feng went out, he would lock it.

It is still a large stainless steel iron lock, and it is difficult to open it with steel bars.

Can't steal, and there is no money to buy, the stick terrier has no other way to eat oil and water except to get some oil and water in the sewers.

He went to Yi Zhonghai's house to beg for food, but he only got a cold nest head and was sent away.

The Jia family has no use value for Yi Zhonghai, and the attitudes of Yi Zhonghai and Aunt Yi have changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and they can give the stick terrier a nest to eat, all in order to maintain a good person's character.

"Wang Feng, I can't open your door now, I will open it in the future, and steal your house when the time comes!" The stick terrier was resentful, watching Wang Feng put the insulated bucket full of spicy chicken on the cart, and swallowed his saliva happily.

"Wang Feng, it's still the old rule, bring me a copy." Aunt Zhao handed the bowl to Wang Feng.

Uncle Zhao is a retired worker, dozens of yuan a month, and has the strength to often buy meat and vegetables to eat.

"Aunt Zhao, I'll cook with you." Wang Feng handed the two lunch boxes to the three aunts, picked up the big iron spoon and scooped up a spoonful of diced spicy chicken.

Although only two chickens were placed, the chicken was chopped into fingernail-sized pieces, and after oil, it was quickly fried over high heat.

Even the chicken bones are crispy.

The chicken is mixed between the green peppers, and it looks like a lot.

"Spicy chicken, very authentic taste." Behind the crowd, Silly Zhu saw the dish sold by Wang Feng, sniffed hard, muttered softly, and gave a professional evaluation.

He hasn't eaten breakfast yet and plans to buy one.

But when it was the turn of the stupid pillar, Wang Feng did not collect money and fine grain stamps, and after covering the insulation barrel, he said:

"Silly Zhu, you can cook yourself, your peers are enemies, I don't do your business."

He is in the courtyard, and the most unpleasant are Silly Zhu and Yi Zhonghai.

Stealing his own things twice, Wang Feng will not do stupid business.

It was like he hadn't eaten breakfast, hungry until he was the best.

The stupid pillar couldn't buy vegetables, his stomach croaked, and he couldn't help but say angrily:

"Wang Feng, isn't it that I can stir-fry, as if I won't, I'll buy a chicken and make my own spicy chicken to eat."

Let's walk and see! "

"Go and buy, it's better to buy two chickens." Wang Feng said deliberately, saying the two very seriously.

Silly Zhu's face immediately turned red.

The two guinea fowls owed to Wang Feng have not yet been paid.

Wang Feng shrugged his shoulders and rode his motorcycle out to set up a stall.

In the backyard, Xu Damao's house was on fire.

Without a stir-fry master, nothing can be done.

Today it has become Wang Feng's family stall again.

After he left, Silly Zhu exhaled out of the compound, he really wanted to buy chicken and chili peppers, and make spicy chicken to eat.

The women in the courtyard chatted for a while, gossiping about the grudge between Silly Zhu and Wang Feng.

They didn't think there was anything wrong with Wang Feng not doing stupid pillar business.

After all, stupid pillars are not authentic, stealing Wang Feng's things twice, and it is normal not to be treated. (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Near noon, the women went home to cook.

Seeing that there was no one in the middle courtyard, the stick terrier quickly picked up a small iron spoon and an enamel bowl and went to fish for gutter oil.

He looked around like a thief before skillfully picking up the strainer and scraping the oil on top into the bowl with a small iron spoon.

Sporadically there are a few peppers.

There is also chicken with big fingernails.

The stick terrier couldn't help but light up his eyes, and secretly said that he had good luck today and caught a small piece of chicken to taste some meat.

After scraping all the oil, the stem picks up the bowl, prepares to set it aside, and covers the sewer strainer.

At this time, Silly Zhu came back from buying good dishes, and saw the stick terrier squatting outside Wang Feng's kitchen, and couldn't help but be curious.

"Stick terrier, what are you doing with your ass?"

The stick terrier was frightened, his hands shook, and the bowl fell into the sewer with a pop.

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The oil water and the piece of chicken fell into the foul-smelling sewer, and the stick terrier's face turned green.

"Silly Zhu, you stupid pig, bad for me!" The stick terrier huffed and cursed.

He didn't catch meat for two days in a row, and today he finally had a small piece of chicken, but because of the sudden sound of a stupid pillar, he fell into the sewer.

The loss was so great that the stick terrier wanted to cry with anger.

"Silly pillar, you compensate me for the enamel bowl, pay me for the chicken!" The stick terrier rushed towards the silly pillar and punched the silly pillar with a violent look.

"Stick terrier, what's going on with you? What do I accompany you in an enamel bowl, chicken? What did I do? No, just asked. "The stupid pillar was confused, and he held the head of the stick stem with one hand, so that it could not get close.

"See for yourself." The stick terrier motioned for Silly Pillar to follow him to the sewers.

The enamel bowl that falls can also be seen floating in the water, oil and manure.

"Stick terrier, you dropped this bowl?" Silly Zhu asked speculatively.

"It's not me who dropped!" The stick terrier put on a stinky face, and Xuejia Zhang stretched out his hand and said:

"Lose money quickly, there is no piece, you don't want to leave."

"No, why did you get the sewer here and open the sewer here?" The stupid pillar looked puzzled, and it was necessary to understand the truth of the matter when losing money. 、

The stick terrier stood up, looking unspeakable.

Hesitating again and again, in order to make the stupid pillar lose money, the stick terrier told the truth.

He came here with an enamel bowl to get oil and water from the sewer to eat.

Silly pillar dumbfounded.

Then look into the gaze of the stick terrier, full of sympathy.

"Look at your child, daddy went to prison, grandma is still in detention, and there is no adult to take care of, what a life has been."

Silly Zhu sighed, watched the stick terrier grow up since he was a child, and fed the Jia family for several years.

I still have a little affection for the stick terrier.

"Stick terrier, don't fish it in the sewers, go to my house for dinner, and I'll make spicy chicken right away."

The stick terrier was overjoyed, but said greedily: "You still have to accompany me for a dollar to buy an enamel bowl." "

"You boy." Silly Zhu pointed at him with a smile: "Isn't it just a dollar, for you, take it to buy something delicious." "

Said, taking a dollar out of his pocket.

With the money, the stick terrier happily followed the silly pillar to his house, waiting to eat spicy chicken.