Half an hour later, Dad Shen finally left and returned.
I don’t know how he explained it to his family leader, but all the worries on his face have dissipated after he came back.
Sang Youming was turning over barbecue in front of the barbecue grill. Dad Shen came over, patted his shoulder, and said meaningfully: "Old Sang, I finally asked the leader to forgive me, please don't drag me into trouble in the future."
With that said, he leaned directly into Sang Youming's ear and whispered: "There are a lot of eyes in the show. Let's have a date after the show."
"Come on!" Sang Youming pushed Dad Shen away and stuffed a piece of barbecue into his mouth, "You are not afraid of the electric baton, I am, so don't hurt me."
Father Shen looked confused. Sang Youming took the initiative to drink yesterday, and he just went out for a while. Now he has changed his ways?
Sensing an inquiring gaze, Dad Shen looked up and saw that Sang Ning was holding a bunch of meatballs, opening her mouth and tearing one off with some force, her eyes a little fierce.
At this time, Sang Youming's voice sounded.
"Daughter, Lao Shen is stubborn and wants to ask me out for a drink after the show. I rejected him unceremoniously!"
Shen Yi, who was about to get the charcoal, turned around and said, "Dad, it seems you are not sincerely repentant."
Dad Shen: "..."
[Dad Shen is so pitiful. He was obviously the victim dragged down by Sang Youming at the beginning, but now he is stabbed in the back by everyone.]
[It’s over. Dad Shen finally explained it clearly to the leaders at home. It’s okay now. I’m afraid he will be permanently grounded when he returns home after recording the show.]
The guests were grilling slowly in the yard, thinking that there would be a feast cooked by Hu Zhi later, so everyone deliberately spared their stomachs to prepare for delicious food.
After working hard for almost an afternoon, Hu Zhi's twelve dishes were finally finished and put on the table. The meat and vegetables were combined, the color was attractive, and it looked delicious.
The guests gathered around when they smelled the smell.
"Ah!" Song Shi also saw a plate of big geese lying on the table with its neck folded, and was a little surprised, "Aunt Hu, I remember we didn't buy a big goose. Where did you get such a big goose?"
"Is it similar?" Hu Zhi was very satisfied with his craftsmanship and raised his chin, "This is the eight-treasure vegetarian goose. It is kneaded with glutinous rice flour and other things. I kneaded it by myself. Aunt Hu is very good. Let’s do it!”
"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Song Shi also didn't expect Hu Zhi's hands to be so skillful, and he could squeeze the goose exactly like the real thing.
[Wu Zhi is really amazing. I testify that she really made this big goose bit by bit.]
[Can you let me have a taste? The sauce poured on the goose looks too rich and steamy. I’m so greedy.]
"Hey, don't just stand there, come and try and see if it tastes good!" Hu Zhi saw that everyone was gathered around the table and was silent, so he quickly gave them chopsticks and invited them to eat.
Grandma Song was the first to move her chopsticks. She had just seen Hu Zhi pinching and pinching, and then he made a big goose. She was really curious about what the plain goose tasted like.
After chewing for a few times, Grandma Song's expression suddenly became dull. After chewing for a few more times and swallowing, the taste of the sauce still lingered on the tip of her tongue, which was very memorable.
"Xiao Hu, it's so delicious. All my food over the past decades has been in vain!" Grandma Song couldn't help but give Hu Zhi a thumbs up, "When the show is over, I can go to your house and let you
Can you teach me?"
Hu Zhi waved his hand without humility: "No matter how important it is, I welcome you to come anytime."
Hu Zhi's vegetarian goose was so chewy that Sang Ning ate several chopsticks in a row before slowly asking: "Mom, do you have a chef's certificate?"
"Why do you need a chef's certificate? Mom is a natural cook. I'm not bragging. Although mom doesn't have a chef's certificate, I can guarantee that the dishes I cook are more delicious than those from New Oriental!" Hu Zhi's head was spinning as he spoke.
Flashing around, very proud.
"Well..." Sang Ning chewed her chopsticks and said thoughtfully, "Waiting for the show to finish, you can go and sign up to get a chef certificate."
"What?" Hu Zhi was dumbfounded, "Xiao Ning, there seems to be a theory test for the chef's certificate. I just need to cook delicious food. I am quite old and only have a primary school education. You asked me to study theory.
It’s like reading a book from heaven.”
"Don't be afraid, live and learn, and you can lead by example, be a role model for Sang Chuan, and accompany him through the difficult senior year of high school."
As soon as Sang Ning finished speaking, Sang Chuan immediately raised his arms and responded: "Mighty, mighty! Support, support!"
He cannot be the only one to suffer in this family!
Hu Zhi felt like the seeds in his head were buzzing: "Does this chef certificate have to be tested?"
Sang Ning pursed her lips and nodded vigorously: "I have to take the exam. Only after taking the exam can I find a serious job. You ride a tricycle to sell starch sausage every day, and you are chased around by the urban management. Your life is not easy."
It’s a good time, a good time!
Riding a tricycle, you can go wherever you want. When you meet old men and women playing mahjong in the park, you can put your tricycle aside and play a few games with them. What a beautiful day!
Hu Zhi wanted to express her inner thoughts, but she didn't dare.
If you are blatantly not doing your job properly, I am afraid that Sang Ning will be sent to a place where people are shocked with electric batons.
"Then... okay." Hu Zhi sighed and reluctantly agreed.
[Sang Ning not only raped her brother, but also her mother. The next one to be raped is probably her father.]
[Forget it, Sang Chuan is a senior in high school, he should study hard, and he has a high IQ. Although Hu Zhi is a bit addicted to mahjong, he can still cook well. What does Sang Youming have? He is just a good person.
A bad old man who drinks and doesn’t even have anything to write about.]
[Yes, it seems that the real loser of the Sang family is Sang Youming. I don’t understand. What did Hu Zhi like about him in the first place?]
[I guess it’s because of his age that he doesn’t take a shower. (dog head)]
Li Sulan also cooked several dishes, including scrambled eggs with tomatoes, mapo tofu, eggplant in sauce, and cold beef.
The first time I cooked, it was like fighting, with banging and banging, but under Chu Xi’s guidance, I finished it smoothly.
There's nothing wrong with the appearance, but it doesn't look as delicious as Hu Zhi's.
Li Sulan had a mother's filter on the dishes she cooked. She took a bite and thought it was okay, and asked Chu Xi to try it for her.
If Chu Xi agreed, she would serve it on the table and show the bastards who were praising Hu Zhi that she was also talented and could cook so deliciously for the first time.
Chu Xi picked up a piece of beef and chewed it. She was stunned instantly and lost all expression.
Li Sulan raised her hand and waved it in front of her: "Xixi, is it so delicious that you are speechless?"
After waiting for several seconds, Chu Xi finally responded, retching and spitting out the beef in her mouth.
