After holding a few pieces of kidney and demonstrating it several times, Yang Xingsheng stopped what he was doing, turned around and asked, "Have you remembered everything?"

Yang Zhenxing nodded, "Remember Grandpa, I understand everything."

Yang Xingsheng also nodded slightly, and then ordered: "I have left some kidneys on one side. You can use them to practice when the work is done. Although we will eat by ourselves at night, we cannot relax our requirements."

"I will try my best to be the best grandpa."

"kindness,"

Yang Xingsheng was very satisfied, "Okay, I've finished teaching you what I need to teach you. You can practice it yourself later. Now go and cut all the other vegetables. Cut the spinach and rapeseed into sections, cut the eggplant in half and cut it into four strips."

Then cut it into large pieces with a coir raincoat knife and follow my instructions!"

Compared with cutting the waist, Yang Zhenxing's task is undoubtedly much simpler. Only the coir raincoat eggplant is a little more troublesome, and the rest is done with just a few cuts.

No longer teaching, Yang Xingsheng's movements improved a lot and were twice as fast as before.

It took more than an hour to select and wash the vegetables, but it only took half an hour to chop them all.

The grandfather and grandson had no time to rest, so they took out several pots of noodles and started kneading the buns one by one.

It was the first time that Yang Zhenxing had done something so intensely, and it soon became a bit overwhelming. After all, he was still only a thirteen-year-old child.

Seeing his grandson gritting his teeth and holding on, although Yang Xingsheng was relieved, he was very stern: "Rest when you are tired, don't hold on, doing things with fatigue is the most likely to cause danger and problems.

If you make something out of fatigue or other bad emotions, if someone else eats it, do you think it will make them happy?"

Although Yang Zhenxing wanted to show that he was okay, he did not refute his grandfather in the end. He wiped his hands and sat aside, imitating the technique that his grandfather usually used when applying medicine to him, relaxing and massaging the muscles on his arms.

I hurriedly hurriedly and slowly, and finally put the steamed buns on the steamer before ten o'clock.

Yang Xingsheng was about to arrive at the place selling vegetables at half past eleven, and with the journey taking nearly an hour, there really wasn't much time left for them.

Regardless of drinking water, Yang Xingsheng immediately stood in front of the stove and started cooking.

Yang Zhenxing, who had almost rested, also joined in. The grandfather and grandson each had a stove, waving big shovels and cooking.

Yang Zhenxing only has experience in small-scale stir-frying, so he is not very clear about the heat and seasoning of large-pot dishes.

Fortunately, Yang Xingsheng was watching and giving guidance, so the dishes were not too salty or too bland.

The quality cannot be said to be very good, but at least it is enough for home-cooked meals and lunch boxes.

Almost all of the other colleagues were young couples from home, and to be honest, few of them had any experience as chefs or had specifically learned cooking skills. They all cooked their own homemade meals and brought them out to sell box lunches.

As long as it's not too unpalatable, the price is right, and the saltiness is moderate, you won't have to worry about no one buying it.

After sending his grandfather out, Yang Zhenxing sat in the yard and felt that his whole body was no longer his.

My brain clearly gave the order to get the towel, but my arms refused to obey and I couldn't lift it up.

Fortunately, Yang Xingsheng left some fried vegetables at home before leaving. Otherwise, with Yang Zhenxing in this state, the two children who came home from school at noon might be hungry.

After sending away Liu Jianye who wanted to take care of himself so as not to go to class in the afternoon, Yang Zhenxing squinted for a while at noon for the first time in a long time.

After waking up, he washed his face and started doing today's homework.

Since the study content changed from elementary school to middle school, he found that it became more and more difficult for him to study.

If there is nothing wrong, this should be what his grandfather told him, and there are no sequelae of the teacher's teachings.

Although Grandpa He, He Shangchao and Li Guoqing could teach him, and he could borrow his good friends' notes to read, Yang Zhenxing felt that both sides were strangers who did not know each other, such as mathematics, which was becoming more difficult.

It’s not even the state of ‘he knows me, I don’t know him’.

Not to mention Liu Jianye, who also went to middle school, he was not even as good as Yang Zhenxing, who studied at home.

Yang Xingsheng and Yang Zhenxing were naturally very anxious about Liu Jianye's studies.

After all, no matter how bad Liu Jianye's studies were before, he didn't say he was in the bottom digits. He could still maintain his position in the middle and upper reaches.

Even after asking the person himself, no one could come up with anything. The last few people could only attribute it to the matter involving Liu's father and the sudden transfer of schools, which made Liu Jianye unable to fully adapt to it for a while.

…

In the evening, Yang Zhenxing cut out the kidney flowers bit by bit with trembling hands.

Because the energy from steaming the steamed buns and kneading the dough in the morning had not yet recovered, his hands had been shaking since noon.

Under such circumstances, the kidneys cut out were naturally terrible to look at, and I was given a slap in the face by my grandfather after I returned home.

However, he was educating his mouth, and when he saw Yang Zhenxing's trembling little arms, although Yang Xingsheng was tired, he still massaged his grandson with his hands to relieve his fatigue while talking.

In this way, day after day, from spring to winter, the old year is about to pass, and the new year is about to arrive.

In this year, it can be said that Yang Xingsheng's business is getting better and better. Every time he sets up a stall, it will be sold out within an hour.

Although the other stalls nearby looked envious, they had to admit that their food was better than theirs.

In terms of strength, it cannot compare, which is a flaw.

Moreover, Yang Xingsheng is also very good at being a good person, making it impossible for them to cause any trouble.

Even if the business is so good, there has never been any talk of adding more dishes. We have only been selling four dishes, so we don't have the same dish every day. To be honest, the amount we prepare now is much more than before.

Other vendors, they think they can't do what Yang Xingsheng does. If their business was so good, they would be willing to spend money to recruit people and make the stall bigger, because everyone has already tasted the benefits.

As Yang Xingsheng made more and more money, the Yang family naturally made great changes. First of all, when it came to food and the ingredients they bought and sold for the dishes, there was always some extra meat left for their three children to eat.

And Yang Zhenxing discovered that sometimes when his grandfather came home, there were only pots and pans in his house.

Sometimes I would bring back tables, chairs, vases and other small items.

He asked his grandfather, but Yang Xingsheng just told him, "I am saving money for you," leaving Yang Zhenxing confused.

The Yang family has changed a lot, and Yang Zhenxing has also changed a lot.

First of all, after a year of Jian Tian'er's practice, it can be said that the swordsman has mastered most of the moves.

No matter what kind of flower knife it is, he can use it immediately and with ease, making it impossible for anyone to find fault with it.

According to his grandfather Yang Xingsheng, his current knife skills can be basically regarded as a small success, and he can fully handle the work of a chopping board in the kitchen. As for reaching a dacheng, there is still a long way to go.

The improvement of food combined with a lot of physical labor every day made him stronger than ordinary people of the same age, and his face became more determined. He became less immature, and his hands also had a lot of calluses.

He Shangchao, who was being scolded by him for causing trouble, would scream and panic every time.
Chapter completed!