You're urging me to get married just for the sake of a feast?

"Oh, Grandma Wu, our Ningning was admitted to the university, and I want to thank the teachers in the school. I also want to take this opportunity to invite relatives and friends to celebrate and have a gathering."

The third aunt said to the old man with a smile.

"Oh, Ningning got into university. That's a great joy. We should celebrate. Which university did she get into?"

"That's right, Grandma Wu. It's Fuhua University."

"Fuhua University... isn't it in Shanghai? It's so far from our Lengshui City. Are you willing to let her go to such a far place to study alone?"

"Of course I don't want to, but, Grandma Wu, the children are grown up. Can we, as parents, still tie them to our side? Wouldn't that delay their future?"

"What you said makes sense. As long as she doesn't go abroad, it will be fine. If you don't return to China in the future, not to mention sending talents abroad, you two only have one child. You won't be able to go home for several years. How lonely you will be."

Grandma Wu exchanged a few words with the third aunt. Seeing that the neighbors and relatives around were helping, she thought she couldn't be idle either, so she went over to help cut chicken feet. These are for making lemon chicken feet tomorrow.

"Grandma Wu, I'll take care of it here. You're so old, just take a rest. Come over for dinner tomorrow."

The speaker was Tang Ningning's second aunt, who was trimming the nails of chicken feet. Seeing Grandma Wu squatting down with a pair of scissors to help trim the chicken feet, Tang's second aunt hurriedly advised.

"His second aunt, I'm only in my early sixties, I can still do this job."

"Okay, you move a small stool over, just in time for us to chat."

Grandma Wu moved a stool over neatly and sat down. The two of them trimmed their nails neatly with scissors in hand, chatting occasionally.

Chen Yuan was singeing the hair of a big elbow, and after burning it, he put it in clean water and gave it to Chen An to wash.

Heizi was killing pigeons. It's best not to bleed pigeons when killing them. Pigeon blood has high nutritional value and is the most nutritious.

One pigeon is better than nine chickens, that's absolutely true.

The pigeons were suffocated by the black pigeons in water, and then put into boiling water, and the feathers were plucked out in a few seconds. Pigeon feathers are not like duck feathers, which are easy to pluck.

"Is that the chef who will cook the banquet tomorrow? How come he is so young?"

Grandma Wu secretly glanced at Chen Yuan and felt that the young man was tall and good-looking, and did not look like a chef for banquets.

"Oh, Grandma Wu, you don't recognize him. He is the nephew of Chen Sanmei, the son of the fourth brother of the third sister. He loved to play pranks when he was young. He almost set your kitchen on fire with firecrackers."

"Oh, it turned out to be that kid. Time flies. He has grown up so much."

"That's right. Children grow up in the blink of an eye."

"Yes, time is unforgiving. We are all old. I remember that the fourth brother of the third sister used to cook big banquets, right?"

"Well, they are also very good at cooking, but no one expected such an accident. This kid inherited his parents' talent for cooking. Hongbo and the others said that the dishes he cooked tasted very good and were snatched away as soon as they were served. "

"Really? With this skill, he really doesn't have to worry about food and clothing. He is in his twenties, I wonder if he has a partner. My little granddaughter just graduated from college and started working, and they look a good match. "

"Grandma Wu, you have to hurry up on this matter. I heard from Chen Sanmei and the others that he doesn't have a partner yet. But he has such conditions, good cooking skills, and makes a lot of money. Many eyes are watching him. "

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Chen Yuan saw that it was getting late, and with so many people helping to do the work, he had to cook a meal for everyone.

Fortunately, when they were buying vegetables today, Chen An bargained hard, so they spent less money to buy more things.

There are still extra chicken feet, so make tiger skin chicken feet.

There are also extra fish and meat, so it's okay to use some now.

The relatives and neighbors of the third uncle's family also specially sent some side dishes such as green peppers and lettuce. The main dishes could not be touched, but the remaining internal organs of the chicken could be fried with green peppers.

Chen Yuan began to get busy. After about an hour, the two round tables were full of food, and the aroma of the food had already filled the yard.

Everyone sat at the table and started to eat.

There were at least more than 20 people at the two tables. Now they all sat down, drinking and chatting, and it was so lively.

"Hmm? It smells so good. Hongbo is right. His nephew's cooking tastes really good."

"It's amazing. A simple stir-fry can be fried to such a taste. We are lucky today."

"Chen Yuan's cooking skills are really amazing. Whoever marries him in the future will definitely enjoy a good life."

The speaker is unintentional, but the listener is interested.

Sitting togetherGrandma Wu next to him could not help but secretly look at Chen Yuan again, and she was more and more satisfied with him. It was time for her granddaughter to find a partner. Time passed quickly. If the girl was too old, it would be even more difficult for her to have children in the future!

Grandma Wu took chopsticks to pick up a tiger skin chicken claw and put it in the bowl.

After thawing, the chicken claw was cleaned, drained and fried in peanut oil until golden. After soaking in cold water, a beautiful tiger skin appeared, which was full of color and very tempting.

Perhaps Chen Yuan took into account that there were several elderly people who came to help, so he stewed it for a few minutes longer, so that even Grandma Wu, an old lady in her sixties, could easily chew it.

It was soft but not completely tough. The teeth bit on the skin and tendons, which was chewy and refreshing.

The richness of the meat palm, accompanied by a slight spicy taste, became more fragrant and more exciting the more you chewed.

After all, Grandma Wu was old. After finishing a chicken claw with great difficulty, she wanted to get another one on the table to eat.

Oh, the plate of tiger skin chicken feet was empty, and even the red oil in the plate was poured into the bowl and eaten cleanly with rice.

Oh my god, old age is really useless, and I can't even grab food from young people.

She quickly stretched out her chopsticks to pick up more food, first put more into her own bowl, otherwise her teeth were not good, and by the time she finished a bite, the food on the table had been taken away.

As the food on the table continued to be eaten, the originally very relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense. Those who were chatting stopped chatting, and those who were drinking put their bottles aside. There was a flurry of chopsticks flying, and everyone ate with their mouths full of oil, shouting that it was delicious.

"It tastes really good. I'm usually too lazy to pick up my chopsticks for stir-fried spinach, but I ate a lot of this spinach and meat tonight. I kept wanting more and always felt that I couldn't get enough."

"And the green pepper fried chicken offal is also very delicious. The green pepper must have been sent by my family. I can't make it taste this good when I usually stir-fry! It's not the ingredients that are the problem, it's my hands that are the problem."

"Hey, Hongbo, your nephew's cooking is really delicious. He is many times better than those who run farmhouses in our village. I wish I had this skill. I would renovate my house and open a farmhouse. When the tourists from the city come to play, I would cook some authentic field fish and chickens. They would be so greedy."

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