The smile on Chu Heng's face was still calm, and he continued with that alluring voice: "Why is it so lame? Think about it for yourself? What could have been solved with three hundred dollars, we can do it with one hundred dollars.
It’s done, you just made two hundred, right?”
"This is about saving, not making money!" Ni Yinghong tightened her cute little face, trying to be serious and resolutely defending her IQ.
Although now she feels that this is a profit...
"That doesn't mean anything? You just can't do it, right?" Chu Heng looked at the twisted expression on Ni Yinghong's face and knew that he had won again. He smiled and took out a cigarette, lit it, and sprayed two cigarettes out of his nose.
Mist dragon.
Just like he does every time he wins.
"That's okay." Ni Yinghong nodded slowly, but still asked him a little uncertainly: "Can you really buy back those old untouched furniture for a hundred yuan?"
"Is there anything you men can't do?" Chu Heng smiled proudly, his face full of heroism, but then quickly turned into a vulgar one. He leaned into the girl's ear and whispered: "Including on the bed."
"Are you cheap?" Ni Yinghong, with a pale face, stretched out her hand and twisted his waist.
These older people don’t care about the occasion!
"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"
At this moment, the sister-in-law came out of the kitchen with two plates of red-oiled pig ears. She first put one plate on the table in the main room, wiped herself and took the other plate to the east room...
Chu Heng prepared a total of two tables of meals today.
In the main room, there is a large table for more than ten people, which is for the men. In the east room, there is an Eight Immortals table for the second aunt and other female relatives.
The dishes are all the same, two are cold and six are hot.
Cold dishes include cucumbers, pig ears with red oil, and hot dishes include eggplant strips with Beijing sauce, stir-fried shredded potatoes, squirrel mandarin fish, braised pork, stir-fried diced chicken in sauce, and steamed pork buns.
Most people only have this dish during the Chinese New Year.
When the young couple saw that the dishes were served, they stopped worrying about the money. They stood up quickly, one went to the east room to greet the women, and the other went to greet the men.
Chu Heng came out of the room and shouted to his subordinates, the leader of the group, and Shuang Hua Hong Guan: "Du San, Liu Guangtian, hurry up and invite everyone to dinner."
"Okay!"
The two of them quickly took the order and left, recruiting all the people scattered inside and outside the courtyard.
Not long after, the big table in the main room was packed with people.
Chu Heng directly took out six bottles of Erguotou and placed them on the table, and then took the wine bottles and poured wine one by one: "Brothers are all tired today. Drink more later to relax your bones."
When it was Guo Kai's turn, he saw this guy holding a bottle of Arctic Ocean and drinking. He rolled his eyelids and said, "Why don't you go to the women's table if you don't want to drink and just make fun of us?"
"Fuck your grandma!"
Guo Kai spat at him harshly, picked up his chopsticks and put two boxes of noodle steamed buns into the bowl, then broke open the steamed buns and stuffed a few pieces of oily braised pork inside, and took a big bite: "I
You must be poor today!"
"I'm not afraid of choking to death."
Chu Heng took out another bottle of soda from the soda box next to him and placed it in front of him, and then continued to pour wine for others.
At this time, there were four dishes on the table, and Shazhu's cooking skills were unparalleled. All of them were delicious, delicious, and you didn't even need to smell them. Just looking at them would make you lose your teeth.
Others are fine. Although they don't eat these often, their family conditions are good and they can have a good meal occasionally.
Only the few younger brothers brought by Du San were either from very poor families or from shady households. Not to mention eating meat, it was a luxury to have a full meal every time.
At this time, these guys were drooling while looking at the dishes on the table, but no one dared to move their chopsticks.
The boss is pouring wine one by one, how can they dare to eat first?
Is this not sincere and looking for a beating?
Mr. Du Sanye’s copper-tipped leather belt is first-class ruthless!
In the midst of the torment, Mr. Chu finally filled everyone's glasses with wine. He immediately walked back to the main seat, held the wine glass and gestured to everyone: "Everyone has worked hard today. It's all out of love. I, Chu Heng, will remember it all."
In my heart, I don’t want to say too many words of thanks, we have enough wine and food today, we all eat and drink well, let’s do it!”
"Done!"
Under his leadership, everyone stood up to raise their glasses and drank the strong wine in their glasses.
After sitting down again, everyone picked up their chopsticks and reached for their favorite dishes.
After working all day, I'm still hungry.
After everyone drank a few more sips of wine, seven dishes were soon served on the table, leaving only the last dish of pot-wrapped pork.
There are only two people in the kitchen, Shazhu and my eldest cousin.
The main ingredients and ingredients of the Guobao Pork are also ready, just waiting to be put in the pot and fried.
And Silly Zhu really did what he said. He stood aside and guided the whole process without stretching a hand or even adding a piece of firewood.
At this time, my cousin was adding firewood and oil, and her fair face was covered with black and white marks, like a little flower...a tiger.
After the cousin added a few more pieces of firewood, Silly Zhu, who had been paying attention to the oil temperature, stretched out his hand over the oil pan to feel it, and then reminded him: "Okay, okay, the temperature is almost there."
The cousin who was squatting by the stove quickly stood up and asked him: "Can you cook now?"
Silly Zhu took on the posture of being a master in a steel rolling mill, hugged his arms with both hands, raised his chin, and said, "Don't ask me, why didn't I tell you just now?"
"Oh, put a drop of batter in, and it will float into the pan." The eldest cousin didn't care about his attitude, and carefully dropped a drop of batter into the pan with the tip of her finger.
At first, the batter sank to the bottom, but after a few breaths, it slowly floated up.
It can be seen that Shazhu's control of oil temperature is quite precise.
Seeing this, his cousin showed an excited smile and asked him again: "You're floating, can you get in the pot?"
Silly Zhu also got a little carried away at this time, and automatically entered the state of leading a disciple. He rolled his eyelids and said angrily: "Isn't this nonsense? Didn't I already tell you to put it in the pot when it floats? Hurry up.
If you wait a little longer, you won’t have to rush!”
The eldest cousin's mouth twitched, and she silently took the chopsticks and put the batter-coated meat slices into the oil pan one by one.
Don't listen, don't listen, the bastard is chanting sutras...
After the cousin put a few slices of meat in, Silly Zhu's eyes suddenly widened and he shouted: "Hey, hey, hey, look at you, this is all stuck together, is it your hand or your foot?"
The eldest cousin's face gradually began to darken, she took a deep breath, used chopsticks to separate the pieces of meat that were stuck together, and then put other pieces of meat into the pot.
Not long after, half a basin of meat slices was all put into the pot.
And the room fell into silence.
After a while, the meat slices in the pot began to turn yellow and it was time to take them out, but the eldest cousin had no intention of moving. At this time, she was thinking about whether to remove the grinder and kill the donkey later.
This bastard, Silly Zhu, has some big ears.
Seeing this, Silly Zhu hurriedly urged: "If you haven't fished it out since it has changed color, what are you thinking about? You just forgot after I told you? Do you have a human brain or a dog brain?"
"Fuck! Who are you with?"
The eldest cousin had such a bad temper. After being scolded for so long, she could no longer bear it. She threw away her chopsticks and left the kitchen with a curse.
