The Barefoot Doctor of the Siheyuan

Silly Zhu raised his head, looked at Li Donglai, and said dissatisfiedly, "Brother Donglai, your idea is very unfair. This meat is obviously mine, why should I give it to the big guy."

Li Donglai smiled lightly: "You said the meat is yours, does the third master agree?"

"Besides, the uncle always educates us that peace is the most important thing. Now you are making the neighbors uneasy because of a piece of meat. Is it appropriate?"

Silly Zhu was stunned to the point of being speechless.

Yi Zhonghai was shocked when he heard it beside him.

When did my technique learn from this kid Li Donglai?

He wanted to clear the siege for silly Zhu, but he couldn't speak.

The audience members discussed again:

"I think Dr. Li is still highly conscious."

"Silly Zhu, he is a scoundrel, and he is most afraid that others will take advantage of him."

"Fortunately, he is still an old resident of the courtyard house, and he doesn't know how to unite the masses at all."

. . .

At this time, Xu Damao rushed out, and his yin and yang was strange: "Silly Zhu, you grandson thief, I think you are the bad guy in the mouth of the second uncle, you should tie it up and send it to the street office!"

Bad guys? ?

Silly Zhu clenched his fists and wanted to punch Xu Damao in the face.

Xu Damao was already prepared, and he retreated into the crowd after speaking.

. . .

If it was an ordinary person, it would have softened by this time.

But silly Zhu is the man who made the whole courtyard collapse.

When he was speechless, he resorted to his trump card - being generous.

As long as I'm unreasonable, you can't morally kidnap me.

Silly Zhu was just about to act a rogue, but Li Donglai took the lead.

He looked at Yan Bugui: "Third Master, you are an old teacher and a scholar. Your consciousness is higher than that of the general public. What do you think of my idea just now?"

Yan Bugui looked at the people who were staring at him, and sighed in his heart that he couldn't keep the meat today.

Better to have a good reputation.

Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Donglai, it's still your way. Since you are willing to donate dried bamboo shoots, the third master can't be stingy."

With that said, he handed the meat to Li Donglai.

Pork in hand, I have the world.Li Donglai ignored the idiot who was blushing and had a thick neck next to him, and held up the meat in the air: "Tonight, let's have a dinner and stir-fry the meat with bamboo shoots!"

The crowd also cheered.

"Bamboo shoots fried meat!"

"Bamboo shoots fried meat!"

"Bamboo shoots fried meat!"

. . .

With bamboo shoots, there is meat, but there is no cook.

Everyone turned their attention to the silly column.

This guy is an eighth-level chef, and he bragged all day that the leaders in the factory like to eat his dishes.

He should do his bit.

but.

Silly Zhu is immersed in the sadness of losing the meat. He is not in the mood to cook, he just wants to go back to the house and cry secretly.

As soon as he moved, he was stopped by the Liu family's daughter-in-law.

The little daughter-in-law of the Liu family held the child and stared at her innocent eyes: "Comrade He Yuzhu, are you reluctant to let the big guy eat meat?"

Silly Zhu smiled awkwardly: "No, I'm not reluctant."

Liu's little daughter-in-law: "I think you are reluctant, otherwise why don't you help the big guy cook?"

Silly column: . . . .

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Chapter 65 The Deaf Old Lady

Silly Zhu, even if he is not stingy, does not dare to make public anger.

Anyway, the meat has been lost, and eating two more bites as a cook can also reduce the loss.

Seeing silly Zhu nodding, Liu Haizhong couldn't wait to jump out: "The dispute between the third master and He Yuzhu was successfully resolved under the mediation of the first master and me. Let's have dinner tonight!!"

His voice was high-pitched, but the big guys pouted.

Obviously, it was Li Donglai's credit for being able to eat meat tonight.

What's the matter with you jumping out now.

. . .

When there is meat to eat, everyone is very active, and they all come forward to help.

But the piece of meat was only half a catty, and the bamboo shoots were only two catties. There were more than 200 residents in the courtyard, old and young.

Not enough to eat!

It's not easy to eat meat these days, and the big guys are not stingy, and they all decided to go back and get green vegetables, vermicelli, and mushrooms.

"I can't do it, it's New Year's Day today!"

Yan Bugui felt the joyful atmosphere, and also carried the sweet potato flour he bought from Zuojiazhuang.

By the way, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiedi, the third mother, the third mother's sister, the third mother's sister-in-law, the third mother's brother, the third mother's cousin, the third mother's cousin, the third mother's cousin, the third mother's cousin The eldest uncle, the second uncle of the third mother. . .The third mother's cousin, the cousin's uncle, was called.

have a meal together.

This meal is considered to be a guest they have invited.

. . .

Soon, all kinds of vegetables were piled up on the bluestone slab of the middle courtyard.

Cabbage, eggplant, green onion, radish. . .

The man squatted by the flower pond, smoking and chatting.The woman rolled up her sleeves and washed the dishes with the tap.

Li Donglai brought a stool, squinted and looked at all this lightly.

. . .

Silly Zhu deserves to be an eighth-level chef. Faced with so many kinds of ingredients, he didn't even panic.

With a sudden slap on the table, the ingredients rose into the air.

A kitchen knife swung dazzlingly.

"Shh! Shh! Shh! Shh!"

All kinds of ingredients were broken into pieces in the air.

It fell into the dustpan held by Xu Damao.

. . .

At this time, Liu Guangfu, Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiefang and several older children found some bricks and simply built them into a stove.

Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiedi, He Yuyu brought firewood from the cellar.

Liu Haizhong brought the big iron pot at home and put one on the stove.

Shouting loudly: "It's on fire!"

Qin Huairu, who had been waiting for a long time, struck a match and lit a scrap of newspaper.

A light blue flame instantly erupted from the grass fire.

The flickering flame licked the stick lightly.

Licking, licking, and wrapping the whole stick in it.

The firewood is a little damp, and the roots are 'zizi' with white foam and a little light blue smoke.

Qin Huairu puffed out her cheeks and blew at the roots of the firewood.

The flames boiled, and the blue smoke overflowed, turning into a mist that filled the entire courtyard, and the air was full of fireworks.

. . .

The big iron pan soon emits white smoke.

Silly Zhu poured soybean oil into it, and then glared at Xu Da Mao.

"Sun Thief, it's your turn!"

Xu Damao was rarely angry, and shouted loudly: "It's the pot!"

Pour the vegetables in the dustpan into a large iron pot.

. . .

Yan Bugui squatted by the iron pot and smelled the aroma, and kept swallowing: "Pillar, what kind of dish is this?"

Silly Zhu scratched his head, thought for a while on his eyelids, and spit out with a trembling corner of his mouth: "Simmering in a big pot in a courtyard?"

. . .

Siheyuan cauldron stew, and it will be ready in no time.

Under the dark pot lid, there are bursts of strange fragrance.

The fragrance permeated the entire courtyard, gripping everyone's stomach like a big hand.