In fact, at first she wanted to just put the firewood at the door, but when Zheng Gouzi blinked at her, she knew that it was not just firewood, but there might be something else.
So I hurried back to get the key. Fortunately, Zhang Yu had left his key with Zhang Guifang to prevent this kind of situation.
After taking the key from Zhang Guifang, he opened the door.
Under the envious eyes of several neighbors, Zheng Gouzi and others unloaded half of the firewood, and then one of the brothers cleverly said: "Brother, there is no room for it here."
"Then, give these big firewoods left down there for my brother to put in the room."
In this way, under the eyes of many people, the food was transported in openly.
Then he found something to cover it up. After everything was done, Zheng Gouzi led someone to tidy up the mess before pushing the floor cart away.
After waiting for Zhang Yu to come back, he saw the firewood piled at the door before he entered.
My sister-in-law was also working at the door. When she saw him coming, she said, "Xiao Zheng is here to bring you firewood today."
After hearing what his sister-in-law said, Zhang Yu also understood that Brother Zheng must have sent him food.
Sure enough, when I opened the house, I saw these grains in the house.
Seeing these grains, he couldn't help but feel a little greedy. He wondered how the freshly baked grain steamed buns tasted?
So he made some dough in the space and prepared to steam some steamed buns.
He wanted to eat steamed buns made with new noodles right away.
As for the time it takes to make the noodles, isn’t it simple? Just mix the noodles in the secret space, then come out for a while and then go back in. Wouldn’t it be ready?
After it rises, knead the dough quickly and cut it into equal-sized pieces, then steam them in a pot.
After it was steamed, I couldn't wait to eat one without worrying about burning my mouth.
As I ate it, I realized that the wheat varieties at this time were quite delicious. Although the yield was not as good as that of later generations, the flour produced was still very fragrant.
After steaming the steamed buns, he took some steamed buns and gave them to Zhang Guifang.
Zhang Guifang took the schoolbag in his hand, looked at the steamed buns inside, and asked in surprise: "When did you steam them? Why didn't I see you get angry?"
Hearing this, Zhang Yu was so excited that he forgot about this incident.
There is a flaw, how should he round it out this time? These steamed buns are freshly baked and are still hot.
Zhang Guifang simply said in surprise and did not continue to ask, which made Zhang Yu breathe a sigh of relief.
And I secretly decided that I would have to be more careful in doing things in the future.
Zhang Guifang asked again: "What did Xiao Zheng bring you in the afternoon?"
"I got some wheat from my friends, but it was not beaten into flour, so I asked Brother Zheng to help me make flour."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Guifang nodded, but did not ask any more questions about how much food Zheng Gouzi sent him.
Zhang Guifang felt that there was food at home that her husband got from someone, which could be bought in the grain store every month, and there was still some uneaten food that Xiaoyu put in the secret room of the house last time.
Therefore, the food at home can still last for a while. Since food is not so short, there is no need to ask so clearly about certain things.
He just went on to say: "There is no need to give away so many, just leave two to taste. You are still growing, so you have to eat something good. You can take the rest back and eat it."
"Sister-in-law, I still have them there. I won't be at a loss. These are sent to you. Just feel free to eat them."
Speaking of which, Zhang Guifang has this good point. She doesn't feel bad at all about Zhang Yu eating good food every now and then. Instead, she feels that being able to eat into her stomach and replenish her body is more important than money.
Moreover, the origin of these things will not be investigated, which gives Zhang Yu great convenience.
After sitting and chatting with Zhang Guifang for a while, Zhang Yu stood up and said, "I still have some steamed buns there. Thanks to Brother Zheng's help this time, I'm going to deliver two steamed buns to him."
"Go, I should thank you, Brother Zheng. I owe everything to you for what happened this time." Regarding this, Zhang Guifang did not stop him, but said in agreement.
Then Zhang Yu used the excuse of going back to the house and took some steamed buns from inside, but this time he remembered his lesson and deliberately let the steamed buns cool for a while before putting them into a clean school bag.
After thinking about it, he felt that Zheng Gouzi couldn't cook and there were no other dishes at home, so he fished out a few salted duck eggs from the secret space. They were salted by him two days ago and were now yellow.
Finally, he found a small jar the size of two palms, filled it with a jar full of his pickled vegetables, and then went to Zheng Gouzi's place.
He looked bright and thought that someone was at home, so he knocked on the door.
After a while, Zheng Gouzi opened the door and walked out. Seeing that the person coming was Zhang Yu, he was a little surprised and said: "Xiaoyu, what are you?"
Apparently Zhang Yu came so late that he was a little surprised.
"I just steamed some steamed buns, and I thought I'd bring them over for you to try." He said, patting the bulging buns.
"That's a good relationship! I've wanted to eat steamed buns for a long time, but you also know that my craftsmanship is not up to par, so I decided not to waste the flour." Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Zheng Gouzi also
Without being polite to him, he hurriedly pulled Zhang Yu into the room, and then looked at Zhang Yu's satchel with greedy eyes.
It's not that he is a greedy person, but that his cooking skills are really not good, and in this age, even if he is doing well, he cannot go to a state-owned restaurant to eat every day, not to mention that he does not have a formal job.
In the eyes of others, he just does various temporary jobs to barely support himself.
There is absolutely no reason to go to a state-owned hotel every day.
So when he ate at home, eight out of ten days he could only eat rice that was either cooked or cooked.
As for the dishes, not to mention, he has been pouring salt directly into the rice recently.
Zheng Gouzi thought of his life during this period, which was called a grievance!
I took Zhang Yu and told him several times how he was eating during this period.
Hearing Zheng Gouzi's words, Zhang Yu couldn't help but laugh: "Are you so pitiful?"
"That's because you don't know that I have a hatred for cooking. Anyway, I haven't had a good meal since I started cooking for myself. You see, this is my dinner." Zheng Gouzi said and put the
After a while, Wanhu took out some porridge that exuded a strange smell.
When Zhang Yu saw the weird porridge, his eyes showed an expression of disbelief. He mechanically turned his head to look at Zheng Gouzi. The meaning in his eyes was very clear: "You are going to eat this? This is for human consumption."
thing?"
Faced with Zhang Yu's disbelieving gaze, Zheng Gouzi could only smile, and then said: "Don't look at the porridge, but it tastes pretty good."
