When I got home, it was still early in the afternoon.

The things purchased by Jia's shop have been delivered, and they are fast enough.

Feng Rui subconsciously wanted to pick up his mobile phone and give them a three-star praise and five-star praise.

After Zhou Wuzhi and Xiaomei's cleaning, the concierge has no more clutter, and it is empty, just waiting to place tables and chairs.

Originally, it was planned to have two small private rooms, and Fengrui also planned to hand it over to Zhang Laosan, who was introduced by Uncle Zhou.

Simply nail some screens and fence around them.

There was no way, Feng Rui went to inquire, and if he didn't mention the wood, a carpenter's salary for a day would cost 200 yuan, and the construction period for the next two small private rooms would take at least four or five days, and it would be one or two silver.

The counter has been lifted out of the West Wing.

It is said that Grandpa Fengrui stayed at that time, but he can save a lot of money.

Wash and scrub, busy for a long time.

Speaking of this, Feng Rui still has a joy in his heart.

Behind the west wing of Fengjia is the river that crosses Yongjia County, and it is very convenient to open a large window to get water.

As for the river water, can you eat it?

Tut-tut, the river water in this era is really clear.

Feng Qi wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead and said, "Big brother, big brother!" The old beggar said that you want to make today's roast chicken. ”

Strange to say?

For the same labor, Feng Qi did not have the slightest bead of sweat on his forehead, and Feng Rui was already sweating profusely.

"Could it be that there is so much kidney deficiency in this body? No, he's only sixteen or seventeen, he knows a yarn, it must be because of the injury! Feng Rui muttered, resolutely refusing to admit that this body was deficient.

This body is now his own, and his kidney deficiency is not his own kidney deficiency.

Yesterday, the sloppy old man wanted to ask Feng Rui to cook, but there were many things to clean up.

Feng Rui said that he would cook when the sloppy old man helped.

But the sloppy old man can't move as long as he is crooked.

Because Fengqi is also very busy, even the roast chicken was bought for 50 yuan.

That's right, it's the one who has a bad face and a bad chef who bought it from the delicious house.

Watching the sloppy old man gnaw on roast chicken like eating, Feng Rui was secretly very happy.

If he can quit the sloppy old man's chicken addiction because of this, Feng Rui doesn't care about spending an extra twenty wen a day.

But the sloppy old man's addiction to roasting chicken is really great, just like eating, and he even gnawed only the remaining bones, it seems that he can't quit.

"Well, I can do it, but I'm not going to make roast chicken today... Feng Rui looked at the sloppy old man and said, "Chicken is still chicken, but do you eat it in a different way?" ”

"Boiled? Steamed? Nicknamed tasteless! No! The sloppy old man shook his head repeatedly.

Yu eats chicken, the sloppy old man is an expert.

It's just that today's chickens are nothing more than that, boiled, steamed, fried, and marinated, so only fried and marinated roast chicken is the most delicious.

"My method is absolutely delicious!" Feng Rui washed his hands and prepared to cook.

Today, Uncle Zhou and the three of them came, and he made a big meal to entertain them.

"Then try it, but if I'm not satisfied, roast chicken is still indispensable." The scruffy old man lay back down.

The kitchen is pretty much cleaned up.

According to Fengrui's request, Uncle Zhou built another coal-burning stove, so that four pots were enough.

Holding a kitchen knife, three times and five divided by two, Feng Rui cut the two or three pounds of small rooster into large pieces.

"Tiegui can't be saved on the blade, right? . ." Feng Rui complained about the kitchen knife in his hand.

Too light and too small, this is already the largest and heaviest under the rules of the imperial court.

If it was the previous sharp with this kind of knife, I am afraid that it would not be able to cut the chicken.

"Oops! Big brother, how did you chop up the chicken? "Feng Qi came in and saw Feng Rui cutting the chicken into pieces.

She had the impression that chickens were mostly cooked whole.

When her parents were again, she had also been to restaurants, and there were also minced chickens for cooking, but they were only picky chicken breasts.

"Uncle Zhou and they are here today, naturally they can't be stingy, I am going to make two meat dishes, there are chicken and fish." Sharp Charge Chess hehehe, today he wants to really show his hand, "Hehe, it's not good for a sloppy old man to have a chicken alone every day, you have to learn to share, this is chopped and stewed in a pot, everyone can eat it." ”

"This... The old beggar will be angry like this. "Feng Qi is a little anxious.

The old beggar grandfather is not thin on behalf of her brother and sister, although she eats and drinks every day, the innate elixir that can save the eldest brother is really very valuable.

"Don't worry, I have a number, and I guarantee that he won't be angry." Feng Rui kicked the little sister out of the kitchen.

Feng Rui was not afraid that the little sister would steal the teacher, but the room would be full of smoke for a while.

"Looks like you need an exhaust fan?" Feng Rui looked at the chimney and the window.

In the future, I will make a living here, but I should also improve the environment, the electric exhaust fan will not, but the paper windmill will fold, and the river is outside the window, and make a water move.

The iron pot is hot, moistens the pot, the big oil is inside, the oil is smoking, the onion ginger, garlic, pepper and pepper are inside, the dogwood is crushed inside, the chicken nuggets are inside, and then quickly stir-fried, this iron pot is three or four times heavier than the woks in reality, and the heat is slow not to mention the heat dissipation is also slow, so it is very important to master the heat, cooking wine is still there, but now it is called Huadiao, but it is not cheap, the soy sauce is very good, once it is dipped in the thick sauce fragrance.

"Brother Rui, what is he cooking again?" The little sister of the Zhou family has been attracted by the fragrance, and she snorted directly into the house by the door.

"Stewed chicken, you can eat it in a while, you go out first, it's all oil smoke here, and it won't be beautiful if your little face is blackened after a while." Feng Rui smiled again.

"Stewed chicken? Can I eat it too? The little sister of the Zhou family was about to drip down her saliva, and then said with a bitter face, "But Daddy said that the chicken is only eaten by the old beggar grandfather, and we can't eat it?" ”

"Wutong'er, don't worry, Brother Rui will leave you a big chicken leg in a while." Sharp will not be exclusive to sloppy old men.

"Ou Ou Ou, eat chicken, eat chicken!" The little sister of the Zhou family heard that she had chicken legs, so she ran out happily.

"Eat chicken! I can eat chicken, but I can't eat chicken. Knowing this, thousands of pieces of skin should not be bought. Feng Rui remembered that he was in a hurry to play the game.

Hey, I really responded to the chef's words, isn't this a rush to reincarnate?

There are still mushrooms, both dry and wet, but I heard Uncle Zhou say that the weather has been a little cold in recent years, and there are not too many mushrooms that like humidity and heat.

Because there are many people, Fengrui cut two more big radish, and when the pot is opened, the dough cake is pasted, oops, full of aroma.

Another fish was steamed, but a thick layer of dogwood and pepper was poured over sharply.

"Hey, this dogwood is not as good as chili peppers, but it will be fried and boiled into sauce in the future, so it is also a secret recipe, and it is not easy to be stolen." Feng Rui muttered.

The sun is already in the head, and it is shining through the small courtyard.

Uncle Zhou and Zhou Wuji have already set up the tables and chairs.

"Serve!" Feng Rui shouted, and Xiaomei and Zhou Wuji began to serve food outside.

Chicken stewed with mushrooms, steamed small carp, spicy fried shredded potatoes, stir-fried small rape, and a radish gnocchi soup.

Four dishes and one soup, or two meat and two vegetables, it is also a good meal in this world.

"My chickens, where's my chickens?" The sloppy old man wrinkled his nose and smelled a big iron pot, why did he still have a pot with him when he served the food.

"Dangdang, dang!" Feng Rui lifted the lid on the chicken stewed mushrooms, and a fragrance immediately filled the courtyard.

The sloppy old man's eyes lit up, and he immediately wanted to grab it.

And fortunately, Fengrui had already guarded against him, and immediately covered the pot, otherwise this pot of chicken and mushroom stew would only be cheap and sloppy old man.

"Well! Well! The sloppy old man was blocked by the lid of the pot, and he didn't touch the pot yet, but he didn't see him hot, and he still looked directly at the iron pot, which was different from the previous fragrance.

"Old beggar grandpa! If it's very hot, use dishes and chopsticks. "Feng Qi has already served half a bowl of dry rice for the sloppy old man.

In the past, there was a roast chicken, and the sloppy old man didn't eat anything else, but today the eldest brother insisted that she serve half a bowl to the old beggar grandfather.

"Food has to learn to share... Feng Rui also wanted to say something at length.

But looking at the sloppy old man who was about to run away, how dare Feng Rui still say anything, he hurriedly lifted the lid of the pot and sandwiched a big chicken leg for the sloppy old man, and quickly took out another one for the little sister of the Zhou family while the sloppy old man was not paying attention, and then beckoned everyone to move chopsticks.

"Shhh It's a little spicy and a little numb, but the taste is really enough. The sloppy old man swallowed the chicken leg in one gulp.

Today's diet is still relatively light, not to mention that Zhejiang still belongs to the south.

However, none of the people in the courtyard are locals, and Yu Mala can accept it.

"Now that the weather is getting colder, eating more dogwoods can protect against the cold." Uncle Zhou picked up a chopstick and steamed fish.

In the past, steaming was mostly done by pouring some soy sauce, where is the dogwood and pepper, so although there are many fish in the river, there are few to eat.

Zhou Wu kept holding the fried shredded potatoes with chopsticks, "The eggs here are also delicious, it turns out that you can do this." ”

Feng Rui smiled and looked at the sloppy old man who also grabbed the shredded potatoes, he should have forgotten the chicken leg.

It is also strange to say that this dynasty is also strange, although it is called the Ming Dynasty, it should not be the Ming Dynasty of later generations.

Although the books were forgotten to the school when he left the school, the current emperor Fengrui really didn't say it.

There are also these potatoes, etc., some of which should not be there, and some of which are not already there.

Sure enough, the crossing is all overhead and nonsense.

They were about to eat, but the sloppy old man turned the iron pot over and over with chopsticks.

As for Feng Qi and the Zhou family, they don't dislike him, Feng Rui really doesn't want to clip the second chopsticks.

"Why is there only one chicken leg, where is that one, where is that one?" The sloppy old man was as stunned as he was enchanted.

The little sister of the Zhou family wanted to say that she ate it, but it was Feng Rui who pressed her.

"I've eaten it! Isn't there still a lot of meat in this? As he spoke, he lifted his chopsticks and sandwiched the chicken neck and chicken backbone into the sloppy old man's bowl.

It's not that Fengrui deliberately makes things difficult for the sloppy old man.

This old man is really poisonous and spicy in his eyes, fast and accurate, and he is a grandmaster in eating chicken, which piece of meat is good and which piece of meat is not good, he must be a clear door, Fengrui has not yet clamped it, and the good meat has been taken away by him, and now it is still turning here.

The sloppy old man put the dishes and chopsticks down, and said angrily to Feng Qi, "Today's don't count, tomorrow it should be two chickens." ”

"Alright! Eldest brother? Feng Qi didn't dare to reason with the sloppy old man, and looked at Feng Rui.

"Two is two, so I won't do it tomorrow, go to the delicious house and buy two for him." Sharp gritted teeth.

I still can't believe this sloppy old man.