Chapter Seventy-One: Stewed Chicken
Yu Feiwan turned his head to look at the dim twilight that stitched heaven and earth together, and there was reason to doubt the authenticity of this sentence.
"Auntie, can I invite Pingping Fei to watch TV at home on vacation?"
Zhang Fengjiao shook the middle-aged woman's arm with both hands, pleading squeamishly.
The middle-aged woman didn't respond as happily as she imagined, but just smiled awkwardly and diverted the topic, "I have time to go to my aunt's house for dinner." ”
Yu Feiwan blinked, and there was a guess in his heart.
In Zhang Fengjiao's description, Aunt Tian is a simple and gentle temperament, and if there is no accident, she will not refuse this small request.
It seems that the TV has changed hands.
Zhang Fengjiao's biological father and mother are really energetic.
made such a fuss at the big set, and he was able to race against time to move the TV home.
It's such a capable, it's a waste to eat dry rice.
Zhang Fengjiao let go of her arm, and her voice was obviously displeased, "Did they go home again?" ”
The middle-aged woman hugged Zhang Fengjiao and said softly, "Jiaojiao, let's talk about it when I go home." ”
"It's not good to be heard outside."
Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping glanced at each other, said hello with a smile, and left at the right time.
Anyway, Zhang Fengjiao couldn't hold back in her heart, and she didn't open the door, so she would learn together tomorrow, keep the bamboo tube and pour the beans, and say it cleanly.
Only Yu Peng doesn't understand the catty in words.
After passing through the entrance of the village and turning two alleys, the small courtyard of the blue brick house seems to blend in with the twilight.
Approaching the small courtyard, I heard the familiar barking of dogs.
It's not a heart-rending roar, but a joyful welcome.
The puppy can hear the owner's footsteps and ask about the owner's smell.
Yu Feiwan's mood was inexplicably lighter.
As soon as the courtyard door was opened, the puppy barked even more happily.
Yu Ping trotted over and rubbed the big yellow dog's head, and Yu Feiwan turned on the light in the room.
A warm yellow halo spilled over the room, as if to save the courtyard from the darkening twilight in an instant.
No wonder, there will always be someone who leaves a light for a loved one who has not returned home.
A light in the night can soften a heart.
Yu Ping looked at the clean and neat house, the fire burning in the stove, and knew in her heart that the old lady must have taken the time to come back before dark, cleaned up in advance, and lit the fire, so as not to get sick after they came back.
These are the little things that can be easily overlooked.
However, the life of a family is not a trivial matter to maintain it like a family.
"Yu Ping, come in and wash your hands and do your homework!"
Yu Ping's deep love for the big yellow dog.
Yu Ping replied, touched the head of the big yellow dog again, and then trotted into the room.
Under the light bulb, Yu Feiwan and Yu Ping got together to complete the homework assigned by the teacher.
"Don't be lazy and steal me!"
Yu Feiwan raised his hand and blocked Yu Ping's sight.
"Have you forgotten, do you still have to go to college?"
Yu Ping: ......
Yu Ping yawned sleepily while resigned herself to continuing to calculate the problem.
Well, she still has to go to university, become a doctor, and save lives.
When the time comes, she will become a college student, and her parents will have a light on their faces.
Hmph, she's not a money-losing thing.
Yu Ping stretched out her hand and patted her face, shook her head, and began to concentrate on her homework.
Time passed in the blink of an eye, and the sky outside the window was splashed black.
There was another dog barking, and the door clattered twice.
Yu Ping's eyes were shining, she swallowed her saliva, took three steps and made two steps, and happily opened the door.
Stewed chicken!
Stewed chicken!
"Yu Ping, take my words as a deaf ear again, right?"
"The shoes are not good to wear!"
Li Lan's angry shouts came in clearly.
Yu Ping smiled, bent down and put on her shoes, "I'm in a hurry to open the door for my parents." ”
"I think you're in a hurry to eat stewed chicken." Li Lan pierced it angrily.
Immediately afterwards, he handed a bag of loose dry powder hanging on the handlebar of the bicycle to Yu Ping, "Grab a handful, soak it in water, and set aside." ”
"Uh-huh." Yu Ping jumped three feet high.
It's really chicken!
It's eating real chicken!
Yu Ping feels that today is really a good day, compared to the New Year.
"This kid only has food in his head, and he is happy when he mentions meat."
Li Lan subconsciously continued to nag.
Yu Ping's good mood was not affected in the slightest.
"It's not late, it's good." Yu Shuishan took off the wind-resistant coat on his body, washed his hands, and gave a thumbs up with a smile.
"I've heard about the soy sauce workshop this afternoon."
Although Li Lan and Yu Shuishan both work in the soy sauce workshop in the town, they have different division of labor.
Yu Shuishan often has to ride out to deliver soy sauce, so he basically doesn't hear any gossip.
Yu Feiwan held the towel over, "Who let those people talk nonsense." ”
"You and Mom are kind and good people."
"You can't always be bullied just because you're a good person."
Li Lan exclaimed, "There is vision." ”
Li Lan is more and more satisfied with her adopted daughter.
Brought her own gold bracelet, and she could also support her, where is this adopted daughter, it is clearly her intimate little padded jacket.
"Shuishan, don't wash up yet, go to the chicken coop and catch an old hen and clean up."
"It's not too late, I'll give you both chicken legs."
"It's hard work to make up for it, and it's hard work to use your brain."
When stewing chicken, the distribution of chicken thighs represents family status.
Yu Feiwan smiled, she missed the chicken leg far less than Yu Ping and Yu Peng.
Didn't you see that the corners of Yu Peng's mouth were already shining with saliva?
If she eats both chicken legs, Yu Peng can sulk for three days.
"Mom, I like to eat chicken wings."
"Give the legs to Pingping and Pengpeng."
Li Lan frowned: "Is there anyone in this world who doesn't like to eat chicken legs?" ”
"It's not too late, don't be modest, you should eat, don't be embarrassed."
"If it weren't for you, they wouldn't be able to drink the chicken soup on their faces."
Yu Feiwan: ......
I finally realized the sincerity and fear of the great general who had made great contributions after his triumphant return.
Harmony, to be harmonious.
Harmony is paramount!
does not suffer from widowhood but unevenness, Yu Peng is still sleeping every day at this age, thanks to her eyes, she doesn't want to make the little guy feel left out because of the chicken legs.
"I really don't like to eat."
Slaughtered, dismissed, plucked, disemboweled......
Yu Shuishan's series of actions flowed smoothly.
At this moment, he is not like a scholar, like a skilled butcher.
Every household was about to fall asleep, and the smell of chicken finally wafted out of the small courtyard of the blue brick house.
Chicken flour skin, big steamed buns.
Color, flavor, and flavor.
Rao is Yu Feiwan was aroused.
Two pieces of meat, a spoonful of soup and a few pieces of flour in a bowl for one person, and the rest of the chicken, Li Lan carefully put it into a clay pot and froze it in the yard.
Yu Ping and Yu Peng, who ate the chicken legs, were very satisfied, their small eyes narrowed into a slit, and their mouths were oily, "This juice is so fragrant when it is dipped in steamed buns." ”
"You can eat it!" Li Lan nibbled on the steamed bun and pretended to be disgusted.