Liang Xiaonan and Zhou Yan returned to Zhou Changan's house again. Zhou Changan's mother-in-law Wang Ya said: "Xiao Liang, Xiao Zhou, I will make you a roast duck to try today."
Wan Pingping smiled and said that it had been a long time since she had cooked roast duck, and she almost forgot what roast duck tasted like. I finally bought a fatter duck today and it was a great pleasure.
"I ate Wanjia's hanging stove duck several times when I was a kid," Zhou Yan said.
Later, his parents were gone, so he returned directly from the city to the countryside. After 11 years there, he didn't expect that Diao Lu Ya's daughter would marry his cousin.
Liang Xiaonan couldn't comfort Zhou Yan in front of others, she just glanced at him and smiled cutely.
Her smile was very healing, because her face looked so harmless, and she smiled deliberately at him. Zhou Yan felt that all the gloom in his heart was gone, and he winked at the corners of his lips.
The two people openly exchanged glances, which made Wan Pingping and Zhou Changan feel embarrassed.
Liang Xiaonan didn't know anything about Diaolu Ya Wanjia. She was a migrant. It had been less than a year since she came to Blue Star, and this was Modu's second visit.
After careful questioning, Wan Pingping's father turned out to be Wan Fuxiang, the tenth generation descendant of the century-old hanging stove duck. According to Wang Ya, Comrade Lao Wan was awesome. There used to be a queue of 3 kilometers in front of his roast duck restaurant every day.
outside.
It's a pity, well, all the centuries-old inheritance and the like are gone now.
Comrade Lao Wan is sitting at home, as if he is seriously ill. He doesn't even want to eat. He just wants to cook duck.
But now he can't even buy ducks. There are very few ducks. Now that the duck farm has closed down, where will the ducks come from?
Very occasionally, I see ducks being sold at the market. Not only are they expensive, but they are still cheap.
Don’t say anything else. Lao Wan really wants to make roast duck now. He really wants to make his hands, heart and brain itchy. If anyone can ask him to cook roast duck, he will ask for nothing and cook roast duck for him all day long.
Liang Xiaonan's eyes lit up and he said: "My friend has opened a new food factory and plans to sell roast duck in the future. Why don't we ask Uncle Wan to set up a roast duck department in the factory? Uncle Wan will be in charge and he will bring in anyone he needs. I will pay him."
Let me tell that friend and I will issue it as a senior technician."
Wang Ya was so excited that she grabbed her hand and said sincerely: "Hey, is this true? Oh my god, Lao Wanke has found his own career. He is almost too sick to stand. I
If he doesn't cook roast duck, he will send himself to the oven (crematorium)."
Zhou Yan looked at her and said, "You put it with Cao Yuan, right?"
"Well," Liang Xiaonan said, "he is in desperate need of a master who makes duck meat. Uncle Wan and he need each other."
Zhou Yan secretly squeezed her hand under the table.
Do they need each other?
My little wife, you need them. It seems that when you go back, you need to raise the rabbits and ducks over there.
As expected, there was a roast duck for dinner. The skin of the roast duck was crispy and the meat was tender. Not to mention how delicious it was. Wan Fuxiang’s craftsmanship was unique and outstanding in the country.
Wang Ya ate this roast duck three or four times. The skin, meat and bones were not wasted at all. It was delicious and affordable.
Zhou Changan's two children have been drooling with greed. The eldest, Zhou Yong, is only four years old. He said happily: "Grandma, can we eat roast duck every day?"
Wang Ya smiled and scolded: "How can I afford to eat roast duck every day? Grandma still has to save money to marry Ayong."
"Auntie told me that grandpa should cook roast duck every day, and I heard it."
Everyone laughed, and Wan Pingping said: "Ayong, grow up quickly and learn how to cook roast duck from your grandpa. You can eat roast duck every day."
Wang Ya was a little anxious. She wanted to quickly settle the job of making roast duck for her husband Wan, but she was afraid that Liang Xiaonan would go back to Yu County and it would become a scandal.
Liang Xiaonan said: "Tomorrow, ask Uncle Wan to take the people who want to make roast duck with him to the factory to report to Director Cao and say that I introduced him."
This is great, no one needs to interview, they are hired directly.
Wang Ya is happy, Wan Pingping is also happy, the cousin-in-law is so capable. My father and brother finally have jobs, and they still like to cook roast duck the most.
Her younger brother Wan Zixuan is 22 years old. He has been studying under Wan Fuxiang for a long time and is able to stand alone.
The old skill of roasting duck in the hanging stove is passed down from male to female.
After coming out of Zhou Changan's house, Liang Xiaonan said: "I want to go back and raise ducks as soon as possible, otherwise Uncle Wan will continue to be depressed."
Zhou Yan saw her smiling and said, "I haven't brought you to play here yet. We can't always do business, we have to play what we should play."
Liang Xiaonan said: "It's already May, and my fish pond can be reopened, otherwise Cheng Gang will run out of food."
Zhou Yanzhi rubbed her hair and said, "You don't want to play, are you thinking about saving money for me? Don't worry, I have money."
Liang Xiaonan just giggled, "How great! Her boyfriend said she can spend the money as she pleases, and she likes money!"
Zhou Yan drove her around and stopped at the entrance of an alley and said, "A friend here has a private wardrobe. I will take you to pick out some clothes."
There is no sign at the door of the three-story building, so those who don’t know it would think it is just an ordinary resident.
What Liang Xiaonan didn't expect was that the shop owner was a foreigner. He was dressed in a suit that kept pace with the times. He had blue overalls and a blue hat. He didn't look at his eyes and hair. He thought he was an authentic handicraft worker from China.
"Oh, what a beautiful... lesbian!" As soon as the foreigner spoke, Liang Xiaonan couldn't help but laugh.
She guessed that "what a beautiful" was followed by "miss" and "girl", but it suddenly turned into "lesbian", which was so funny.
Zhou Yan told Liang Xiaonan that the tailor master's name was Roger, just call him "Lao Luo".
The tailor master, Lao Luo, is very down-to-earth.
Roger swallowed and wanted to say: "I am a fashion designer, not a tailor."
But Zhou Yan said: "You are the tailor who makes clothes."
Well, God, it doesn't matter if he is a tailor, just ask him to make clothes.
When Roger saw Liang Xiaonan for the first time, his eyes sparkled. If he made a cheongsam, a princess dress, an evening gown... for this beautiful girl to wear, it would definitely amaze the world. The model and the costume master complement each other.
Liang Xiaonan extinguished the fire in his eyes with just one sentence: "No matter how beautiful the clothes are, they can't be worn now. Just make me some slightly improved shirts, trousers, and suits. I might still have the chance to wear them."
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If designer Luo wants to take full advantage of his strengths, he will have to wait until 10 years later.
10 years...
Zhou Yan said to Lao Luo: "Look at Xiaonan's figure and pick out the ones that suit her."
Lao Luo thinks Liang Xiaonan looks good no matter what she wears. She is the same age as Hua'er and doesn't care about clothes.
In the end, Zhou Yan brought 16 sets and more than 50 pieces of matching clothing, filling two large boxes.
When Liang Xiaonan went out, he asked Lao Luo: "I have a friend who has a large amount of fabrics, including Liang and silk. Do you want it?"
Lao Luo was about to jump up: "God, I want it wherever it is, give it to me! No matter how much it is."
Just know it is so!
"It's a lot, can you eat it?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Lao Luo said like he was singing, "I have many tailor friends, but they can't find good fabrics. As long as you have it, bring it, the price is easy to talk about. God, I look at the gray and blue fabrics on the street every day.
Hei is almost depressed, please give me some color!"
"this……"
Seeing her slight hesitation, Lao Luo jumped up immediately: "Zhou, tell your girlfriend quickly, don't go back on your word, you must not go back on your word! God, I will pay 10 yuan per meter, no, 20 yuan... the price
How much, you say whatever you want." This chapter has been completed!