Later in the evening, Comrades Jiang Jiankang and Wang Xiulian returned in high spirits. Just by looking at that, you know that the negotiation with the owner of the farm is done.

"That pig, it's just fat, fat and strong, thin where it should be lean, fat where it should be fat, two hind legs, I remember it. Jiang Jiankang obviously remembered the pig he saw today.

Wang Xiulian nodded approvingly: "Yes, one is sent back for Dad to make ham, and the other is chopped to make elbows." ”

Between the words, the two of them arranged the two legs of a pig clearly.

"Boss Qian is really good at raising pigs!" Jiang Jiankang smacked his tongue, eager to share today's results. Jiang Feng was cleaning the back kitchen in the kitchen, and Ji Yue was the only one outside, so Jiang Jiankang caught Ji Yue, clicked on the photo album on his mobile phone and shared the photos taken today with her.

"Xiao Ji, look at it, this flower pig, at first glance, it eats well, sleeps well and is active, this meat quality must be firm, and it must be very suitable for stir-fried meat. And this sow, that fat, and this one, slaughtered tomorrow morning, I set its two hind legs, this one ......" Jiang Jiankang kept swiping the phone screen to show the pig he fancied today.

Quarter Month: ......

She couldn't see anything but that these were fat pigs waiting to be slaughtered that she couldn't tell whether they were happy or sad......

"Okay, okay, what do you see, my son is still cleaning the kitchen, are you still here watching the pigs, why don't you help?" Seeing Jiang Jiankang sitting in the hall and fishing, Comrade Wang Xiulian slapped the counter dissatisfiedly, and the wooden counter shook.

Seeing that the turnover was obviously not as good as yesterday's, Wang Xiulian couldn't help but raise her voice: "Is the debt paid off? I owe so much money to my second brother and are still lazy here, and you still want your son to pay back the money you owe!"

Jiang Jiankang slipped into the kitchen.

Jiang Feng had actually finished cleaning up the kitchen and was making pure meat wontons according to the recipes given in the game.

Although this was destined to be an unpalatable bowl of wontons, Jiang Feng just wanted to taste what it would taste like.

In particular, I want to know what is the most bitter memory of my youth.

The wonton had been boiling in the pot for ten minutes, and Jiang Feng estimated that it should be cooked even if the skin was thick, no, it should be cooked rotten.

Wang Shishi's cooking skills are really not ordinarily bad, if it weren't for the lack of food and clothing and lack of pursuit of taste in the Republic of China, Jiang Feng suspected that his wonton stall would not last a week.

"You kid, the wontons are going to be cooked by you, so don't you catch them quickly. As soon as Jiang Jiankang came in, he saw the wontons tumbling with the wonton soup in the pot, and hurriedly put the wontons in the pot that had separated the skin and flesh into the bowl.

Jiang Feng dropped two drops of sesame oil into the bowl.

Jiang Jiankang tried to add a few slices of seaweed and a handful of small shrimps to it, but Jiang Feng sternly refused.

Jiang Feng was waiting for the wontons to cool down a little.

Jiang Jiankang stared at the wontons in the bowl and swallowed.

Today, in order to negotiate the price with the boss of the farm, he and Wang Xiulian went out early in the morning, and from morning to now, he has eaten three bowls of shredded pork noodles made by himself, and they are all eaten before going out in the morning, and they have long been digested.

Although the ravioli in the bowl was overcooked, with only two drops of sesame oil, it didn't smell very tasty, but it was meat after all.

Jiang Jiankang is a carnivore.

"Son, did you wrap this wonton today?" Jiang Jiankang asked knowingly.

Jiang Feng nodded: "According to the tutorial package on the Internet, I will wrap these few, and cook them all at once." ”

"Dad will taste it for you. ”

Jiang Jiankang's hand moved as fast as he spoke, and as soon as the words fell, three wontons entered his mouth.

It's unpalatable!

Jiang Jiankang didn't expect his son to make such unpalatable wontons.

But the next second, he wasn't in the mood to think about it.

He suddenly remembered when he was twenty years old.

That year, the state-run restaurant, where he had worked for six years, closed down.

He helped Jiang Weiguo in the state-run hotel since he was a child, replaced him as a chef at the age of 14, married Wang Xiulian at the age of 19 when she was still a textile factory worker, and before the age of 20, he thought that he would work in the state-run hotel like his father for the rest of his life until his son came to accept it.

What awaits him is layoff and a measly 600 yuan in compensation.

Half a year later, Wang Xiulian was also laid off.

The couple borrowed all their relatives and friends, pooled tens of thousands of yuan, and opened a healthy stir-fry.

Jiang Jiankang remembered that business was not good at that time, and he couldn't sleep all night long, so Wang Xiulian went to the vegetable market to pick up the vegetable leaves that others didn't want to be stepped on and stepped on and fried back. Stir-fried carrots are sold at noon, and they eat stir-fried carrot skins at night.

Because she borrowed the money from her father-in-law, mother-in-law and eldest brother, she didn't dare to go back to her parents' house to pay New Year's greetings during the Chinese New Year.

Thinking about it, Jiang Jiankang squatted on the ground and cried.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's going on?Xiaofeng, why did your dad cry all of a sudden?" Wang Xiulian put down the calculator when she heard the cry and rushed into the kitchen, followed by Ji Yue.

"Xiulian, Xiulian, I'm sorry for you, it's all useless for me, let you be wronged and suffer with me!" Jiang Jiankang hugged Wang Xiulian and cried.

Wang Xiulian was hugged by him with a confused face.

"What's wrong with your dad?"

Wang Xiulian had to wonder if she was talking to him every day that the family owed the second brother money and didn't pay it back, which caused Jiang Jiankang to feel too much pressure and suddenly collapsed.

"Dad, he took a bite of the ravioli. Jiang Feng was also a little sluggish.

Comrade Jiang Jiankang's most bitter memory when he was young, how bitter it is to cry like this!

"Wontons?" Wang Xiulian looked at the wontons on the table, obviously unable to understand how she could eat them like this after a mouthful of wontons.

"Jiankang, I usually say with a broken mouth, don't go to your heart, I haven't suffered and have not been wronged, don't cry, don't cry. Wang Xiulian patted Jiang Jiankang's back like a child.

Coaxing, Wang Xiulian was also a little dry.

Picking up the bowl on the table, Wang Xiulian drank a big mouthful of wonton soup, because the wontons were too badly cooked, and drank a piece of wonton skin together.

Whoever wraps the wontons, it's really unpalatable!

Wang Xiulian's eyes widened, and the next second, her eyes were full of tears.

The couple hugged their heads and cried together.

Jiang Feng and Ji Yue were already completely sluggish.

Jiang Feng picked up the wonton on the table and silently poured it into the swill bucket.

Scourge, scourge!

"Senior sister, you go back first, I'll ...... I'll talk to my parents. ”

"Ah, yes, oh. Ji Yue replied in a daze, and only after a while did she realize that she could get off work.

After Ji Yue left, Jiang Feng tried his best to stabilize Jiang Jiankang and Comrade Wang Xiulian.

The next day, the two men agreed on the same interpretation of the previous night.

The wontons are so unpalatable that I cry when they are unpalatable!