Liang Xiaonan and Zhou Yan went back to Zhou Chang'an's house again, and Zhou Changan's mother-in-law Wang Ya said: "Xiao Liang, Xiao Zhou, I will make you a roast duck to taste today." ”

Wan Pingping smiled and said that she hadn't made roast duck for a long time, and she had almost forgotten what roast duck tasted like. Today I finally bought a fat duck and had a good time.

"Wanjia's hanging oven duck, I still ate it a few times when I was a child." Zhou Yan said.

Later, his parents were gone, and he returned to the countryside directly from the city, and after 11 years, he didn't expect the daughter of the hanging furnace duck to marry his cousin.

Liang Xiaonan couldn't comfort Zhou Yan in front of others, but just glanced at him and smiled coquettishly.

Her smile was very healing, because that face was very harmless, and she deliberately smiled at him, Zhou Yan had no haze in his heart, and the corners of his lips twitched and blinked.

The two of them openly frowned, and Wan Pingping and Zhou Changan were embarrassed.

Liang Xiaonan doesn't know what the hanging furnace duck is like Wanjia, she is an outsider, she has been in Lanxing for less than 1 year, and Modu has only come for the second time.

Under careful questioning, Wan Pingping's father turned out to be the tenth generation of Wan Fuxiang, the 100th generation of hanging duck inheritance, according to Wang Ya, Comrade Wan is awesome, once in front of his roast duck restaurant, every day in line 3 kilometers away.

It's a pity, hey, all the hundred-year-old inheritances and the like are now out of business.

Comrade Lao Wan was at home, as if he was seriously ill, and he didn't even want to eat, he just wanted to be a hanging duck.

But now he can't even afford ducks, there are very few ducks, and now that the duck farm is closed, where do the ducks come from?

Extremely occasionally encountered in the vegetable market to sell ducks, not to mention, expensive firewood.

Don't say anything, Lao Wan really wants to make roast duck now, I want to, I want to have itchy hands, itchy hearts, itchy brains, if anyone can ask him to make roast duck, he doesn't want anything, make roast duck for him all day long.

Liang Xiaonan's eyes lit up and said: "My friend has opened a new food factory, and he is going to sell roast duck in the future, or ask Uncle Wan to set up a roast duck department in the factory, Uncle Wan is in charge, and whoever you need to bring it yourself." I'll tell that friend about the salary, and I'll pay it according to the senior mechanic. ”

Wang Ya was very excited, grabbed her hand, and said earnestly: "Hey, is this true?" Oh my God, Lao Wanke has found his own business, he is almost sick and can't stand, I see that he no longer makes roast duck, so he sent himself to the oven (crematorium). ”

Zhou Yan looked at her and said, "You put it on Cao Yuan's side, right?" ”

"Well," Liang Xiaonan said, "he is desperately short of a chef who makes duck meat, and Uncle Wan and he need each other." ”

Zhou Yan secretly pinched her hand under the table.

Do they need each other?

It's the little daughter-in-law who needs them, it seems that when you go back, the rabbits over there are eight years old, and the ducks must be raised.

Sure enough, there was a roast duck for dinner, the roast duck skin was crispy and the meat was tender, not to mention how delicious it was, as far as Wan Fuxiang's craftsmanship was made, it was unique in the country.

Wang Ya brought this roast duck to eat three or four times, the skin, meat, and bones, not wasted at all, delicious and affordable.

Zhou Changan's two children have been drooling, and the eldest Zhou Yong is only four years old, and said happily: "Grandma, let's eat roast duck every day, okay?" ”

Wang Ya smiled and blamed: "Eat roast duck every day, where can you afford it?" Grandma has to save money for Ah Yong to marry a daughter-in-law. ”

"Auntie said that I want my grandfather to cook roast duck every day, and I heard it."

Everyone laughed, and Wan Pingping said: "Ah Yong, you grow up quickly, learn to make roast duck with your grandfather, there is roast duck to eat every day." ”

Wang Ya was a little anxious, she wanted to hurry up and settle the work of making roast duck for her family, but she was afraid that Liang Xiaonan would return to Yuxian County.

Liang Xiaonan said: "Tomorrow, you ask Uncle Wan to take the person who wants to make roast duck together to report to the factory and find Director Cao, and say that I introduced him." ”

That's great, no one has to interview, they just hire it.

Wang Ya is happy, Wan Pingping is also happy, her cousin's daughter-in-law is too capable. Dad and brother finally have jobs, and they still like to cook roast duck very much.

Her younger brother Wan Zixuan is 22 years old, and he has long learned to be a teacher with Wan Fuxiang, so he can take charge of himself.

The old roast duck skills of hanging ovens are passed on to men but not women.

Coming out of Zhou Chang'an's house, Liang Xiaonan said: "I want to go back to raising ducks soon, otherwise, Uncle Wan will continue to be depressed." ”

Zhou Yan looked at her and smiled, and said, "I haven't taken you here to play yet, we can't always have a career, we have to play what we should play." ”

Liang Xiaonan said: "It's May, and my fish pond can be reopened, otherwise Cheng Gang will run out of food." ”

Zhou Yan knew that he rubbed her hair and said, "You don't want to play, are you thinking about saving me money?" Rest assured, I have the money. ”

Liang Xiaonan only giggled, how awesome, her boyfriend said that money can be spent casually, she likes money!

Zhou Yan drove her around, stopped at an alley, and said, "There is a friend here who opens a private closet, and I will take you to pick out a few clothes." ”

The three-story building has no sign at the door, and those who don't know think it's an ordinary resident.

What Liang Xiaonan didn't expect was that the shopkeeper was a foreigner, with clothes that kept pace with the times, blue overalls, blue hats, didn't look at his eyes and hair, and thought he was an authentic porcelain handicraft worker.

"Oh, how beautiful...... Lesbians! As soon as the foreigner spoke, Liang Xiaonan couldn't help laughing.

She guessed that "how beautiful" was followed by "miss" and "girl", but she forcibly became a "lesbian", which was not funny.

Zhou Yan told Liang Xiaonan that the tailor's name was Roger, and he could just call him "Lao Luo".

The tailor master, Lao Luo, is very down-to-earth.

Roger swallowed and wanted to say, "I'm a master costume designer, I'm not a master tailor." ”

But Zhou Yan said: "You are the tailor who makes clothes." ”

Well, God, it doesn't matter if he's a master tailor, just ask him to make clothes.

The first time Roger saw Liang Xiaonan, his eyes sparkled, if he made a cheongsam, a princess dress, and an evening dress...... Wear it to this beautiful girl, it will definitely amaze the world, the model and the costume master complement each other perfectly.

Liang Xiaonan extinguished the fire in his eyes with a word: "No matter how beautiful the clothes are, I can't wear them now, so you can make me some slightly improved shirts, trousers, and suits, which may still have a chance to be worn." ”

If Lao Luo designer wants to give full play to his advantages, it will have to wait until 10 years later.

10 years......

Zhou Yan said to Lao Luo: "You look at Xiaonan's figure and pick out all the suitable ones." ”

Lao Luo thinks that Liang Xiaonan looks good no matter how he dresses, he is the same age as a flower, and he doesn't pick clothes.

In the end, Zhou Yan took 16 sets, more than 50 pieces of clothing, and filled two large boxes.

When Liang Xiaonan went out, he asked Lao Luo: "I have a friend who has a large number of fabrics, which are indeed good and silky, do you want them?" ”

Lao Luo was about to jump up: "God, where I want, give it to me!" Whatever it takes. ”

You know it's so!

"It's more, can you eat it?"

"Yes, yes," said Lao Luo as if he were singing, "I have a lot of tailor friends, and they can't find good fabrics, as long as you have them, bring them all, and the price is easy to say." God, I'm getting depressed when I look at the gray, blue and black on the street every day, give me a little colour! ”

"This ......"

Lao Luo saw her hesitate slightly, and immediately jumped up: "Zhou, tell your girlfriend quickly, you are not allowed to repent, you must not repent!" God, I'll pay 10 yuan a meter, no, 20 yuan...... How much it costs, you can say. ”