The owner of the finch (bird) seller in the town, in order to sell the finches better and for the unit price of the finches to be higher, often used various dyes to dye the gray finches into colorful ones.

A plucked phoenix is not as good as a chicken, and a sparrow dyed with color becomes a parrot that cannot speak.

You say: This is not what parrots look like?

The owner of the finch shop said confidently: There are many kinds of parrots, and the parrots I have here are all imported from abroad.

You say, "Why does this parrot look a bit like a sparrow?"

The owner of the finch shop, he gave you a blank look and sneered: Do sparrows have this color? They all have two eyes and two legs, a pair of wings and a mouth, sparrows and parrots are both finch, they look a little alike, how normal is it?

Since ancient times, most merchants only have money in their eyes, and many traders have pursued the belief that they can pit one by one.

There was no dye on the feathers of the flying eagle, and Chen Yu knew it, so he didn't bother to argue with the other party.

"Don't talk about it, the break is over, I'll go back to reading." Glancing at his watch, Ning Que walked away quickly, during this time, he was keen on learning, and whenever his back hurt, he would come out for more than ten minutes.

The next morning, the special strip-shaped iron pot was sent by the manufacturer.

With the help of several adults, Chen Yu put the big iron pot and killed the big scalper

"Xiaoyu, how long can I eat?" Wu Dahong asked curiously.

"Simmer on high heat for five hours, then simmer over low heat for three hours." Chen Yu said.

"It's nine o'clock, eight hours is five o'clock in the afternoon, just after dinner." Wu Daquan said with a smile.

"Hmm." Chen Yu nodded, and asked the uncle to inform the people in the village.

The big yellow cow has more than 1,300 catties after removing the internal organs and the like, and even if it is cooked, it will shrink, at least more than 800 catties can be left.

How many people are in his family? It's summer, and the refrigerator can't hold much, and if you can't finish eating, it's going to be bad, so it's better to invite the whole village to eat.

Some dishes are not delicious when you cook too much, and some dishes are better when you make more dishes.

Stir-fry is better when you cook a little less, like roasted white, slag meat (tamale) and the like, the more steamed it is, the better it tastes.

The stewed beef is not braised beef, and the whole cow is stewed together, which is the authentic stewed beef.

Half an hour later, the billowing white air rose up, and the rich aroma of meat spread.

The aroma of spices and beef wafts in all directions with the wind.

"It's so fragrant, I'm hungry when I smell it."

"I heard Xiaoyu say that it won't be stewed until five o'clock in the afternoon."

"I could smell it everywhere, and I couldn't help but want to eat it."

"I've never eaten beef so fragrant."

"Forget it, I won't eat at noon, keep my stomach and eat beef at night."

Smelling the appetizing fragrance, the men, women and children in the village can't wait to eat stewed beef.

"This fragrance seems to have come from Wufeng Village?"

"The people of Wufeng Village are setting up a banquet again?"

"It's so fragrant, eh, Wufeng Village is too rich."

"Their food factory made hundreds of millions of dollars last year."

"It's good to have money, you can eat and buy whatever you want."

The villages next door to Wufeng Village smelled the wonderful smell of meat, and their hearts were full of envy and jealousy.

"I smelled the fragrance in the town, and I thought it was beef stew in the town, but I didn't expect the fragrance to come from our village to the town." Wu Dayong said with a shocked expression.

"Xiaoyu stewed a cow, and I want to eat it when I smell this fragrance." Wu Dahong said.

"It should have reached ten miles of fragrance." Wu Dayong said.

"Even if there are no ten miles of fragrance, there are five miles of fragrance." Wu Dahong said.

"It's definitely more than five miles, and the smell in the town is so strong." Wu Dayong said.

Looking at the big scalper rolling in the pot, Chen Yu's heart was full of anticipation, and the smell of meat exuded was beyond his imagination. When he was on the other side of the earth, he didn't have the money to eat Buddha jumping over the wall, but he also smelled the Buddha jumping over the wall several times.

The fragrance of Buddha jumping over the wall is far less than the stewed beef in front of him, he doesn't know if those chefs didn't do a good job of Buddha jumping over the wall, or his cooking skills are too good.

"People's energy is limited after all, no matter how good the chef is, there are only a few dishes that make the best dishes."

"It is often said that the food of a large restaurant is not as delicious as that of a small restaurant, which should be the so-called each has its own strengths, right?"

"There are only a few of the best dishes made by the chef, and the dishes in the restaurant can't all be made by the chef, but there are only one or two chefs in the restaurant."

Chen Yu, who was slightly touched, dispelled the distracting thoughts in his heart, looked at the big scalper rolling in the pot, and stabbed it a few times with a bamboo pole.

"The heat is almost over, simmer for three more hours on low heat, and you can have a big meal."

More than two hours later, all men, women and children from the village flocked to the village.

"Xiaoyu, are you okay?" Wu Dayong asked impatiently.

"Half an hour to go." Chen Yu said.

"I smell it all over town." Wu Dayong said.

"Weiguo, this beef is so fragrant, Dad likes to eat beef." Xia Yu said.

"Well, when the stew is ready, I'll drive it over." Chen Weiguo nodded.

Half an hour later, the beef was stewed, and a large pot was scooped from table to table.

Chen Weiguo scooped up a large pot of antimony and drove to Qingshan Town.

Chen Yu also scooped some and rode his bicycle to the town.

"Xiao Chen, why are you here?" Tang Zhenguo asked curiously.

"Uncle Tang, I stewed a cow at home and sent some to you to eat." Chen Yu said.

"You stewed a cow?" Tang Zhenguo asked in surprise.

"Well, I learned a dish from someone else, stew a whole cow," Chen Yu said.

"I smelled it a long time ago, and I thought it was someone who stewed the beef, but it turned out to be you." Tang Zhenguo said with a shocked expression, Wufeng Village is several miles away from the town, and he can smell the fragrance from such a distance, which makes him feel incredible.

"Xiao Chen, have you eaten?" Murong Yan asked with a smile.

"I'll go back and eat." Chen Yu said.

Seeing the other party leaving, Murong Yan glanced at Tang Shi meaningfully.

"Eat, eat." Tang Zhenguo diverted the topic.

"This beef is so delicious, it melts in your mouth and has an endless aftertaste." Murong Yan praised.

Back in the village, Chen Yu found a place to sit down and ate happily.

"Xiaoyu, this stewed beef is so delicious, how about stewing once a month? I pay for cattle. Wu Dayong said.

"Let's pay for the food factory." Chen Yu said.

"Yes, the whole village eats, how can you pay alone?" Chen Dajun said.

"It's so cool, it's been a long time since I've eaten it so cool." Wu Daquan said with a smile.

"Eh, my belly is too small to hold much." Ning Qiang put down his chopsticks unsatisfied.

"That corbel is for Xiao Yu to keep." Jiang Yunli said.

The people who were serving beef in pots and pans didn't touch the leg.

"Leave me some." Wu Dahong said.

"Eating and pretending, how can you be like you?"

"Do you want to complain about us if you are slow to do it yourself?"

"Forget it, I'll scoop some soup and go back."

In less than half an hour, the beef and soup in the big iron pot were scooped up by everyone, and in the empty big iron pot, there was a lonely cow leg.

"Xiaoyu, next time you stew a big cow, remember to call me." Wu Dayong said.

Looking at the elders one by one, leaving with pots and pans, Chen Yu couldn't help but smile.

More than 1,000 catties of big yellow cattle, stewed some water, and then removed the beef bones, how can there be six or seven hundred catties of beef.

My father scooped twenty or thirty pounds for my grandfather, and he gave more than a dozen pounds to his future wife, father-in-law, and mother-in-law.

The remaining hundreds of catties of beef were eaten by most of the men, women and children in the village, except for a beef leg left for their family, and the remaining beef and soup were almost scooped clean by the uncles and aunts in the village.