After the crispy roasted suckling pig is roasted, remove the stainless steel rack, cut it into strips along the ribs with a knife, spread it on the lettuce, and serve.
As soon as the hard dishes were served, Mrs. Zhou Yan, who had already put on plastic gloves, pulled off a rib from near her lower abdomen and put it on the plate in front of Qin Ruoshu.
“Try Zhou Yan’s craftsmanship!”
Before Qin Ruoshu could react, Father Zhou picked up the knife again, cut off a large piece of the back end, and put it on the plate...
"There's less fat here..."
Qin Ruoshu couldn't help but smile, her hands hanging on the table with nowhere to put them: "Uncle, aunt, I can do it myself!"
"Eat your own food to avoid embarrassment..."
Zhou Yan smiled and reached out to pull off a rib, but his wife hit him on the back of his hand with chopsticks: "Why are you in such a hurry? Let's make the crayfish first!"
Zhou Yan had no choice but to go back to the kitchen angrily, heat oil in a pot, sauté until fragrant, then add crayfish, stir-fry for a while, add water and simmer over low heat, then turn to high heat, add seasonings to reduce the juice...
When Zhou Yan returned to the dining table with the fragrant moxiao, only the head and spine of a roasted suckling pig weighing more than ten kilograms were left...
"What are you looking at? Why don't you put it down quickly!"
Born to work hard!
I grinned, put down the crayfish, put on my gloves, and just about to grab the remaining roast suckling pig, my chopsticks arrived again...
"I'm so old, I don't have the eyesight to peel shrimps for Ruoshu..."
This was the first time Qin Ruoshu saw her boyfriend lose weight before her parents. She found it very interesting. She lowered her head and tried hard not to let Zhou Yan find out that she was laughing...
Zhou Ya was about to cry but had no tears, and her face was full of grievance: "Am I really your biological child? Isn't it because I hugged you wrongly in the hospital? Or, what you said before is true. I was picked up by you from cow dung."
of?"
"Here..." Mrs. Zhou Yan was really too lazy to respond. She grabbed the remaining roasted suckling pig, broke the backbone, and put it on the plate in front of Zhou Yan, "Greedy Cat..."
His wife looked a little unkind, and Zhou Yan didn't dare to tease her anymore. He could only grab a shrimp from the basin, pinch off the head, crush the shell on the abdomen, and put the white and tender shrimp meat on Qin Ruoshu's plate.
"That's pretty much it!"
Zhou Yan's father and mother were not idle either. After a while, there was already a lot of shrimp on the plate in front of Qin Ruoshu...
"Uncle, aunt, no need to give it to me..."
"Dad, Mom, you guys are coming too, otherwise Ruoshu will be embarrassed..." Zhou Yan smiled, picked up the knife, cut off the tenderloin on the spine, dipped it in the seasoning, and put it in his mouth.
"Dad, is the corn harvest in the village almost done?"
"It's not bad, this year's harvest is pretty good." Father Zhou peeled off a fried one, stuffed it into his mouth, and winked at my mother, "By the way, Shitou, you two will stay at home tomorrow and be responsible for the logistics...
…”
Qin Ruoshu raised her head, looked at Zhou Yan, and then at Zhou Yan's parents: "Uncle and aunt, I haven't seen what it's like to work in the countryside?"
"Okay then," Zhou Yan's father smiled at my mother, "You can find some old clothes for Xiao Qin later..."
After dinner, Mrs. Zhou Yan took Qin Ruoshu to the next room to look for clothes, while the father took his son to clean up the mess...
"Son, you and Xiao Qin agree with this in our team..." Father Zhou looked at Zhou Yan while washing the dishes, "It's just that now you have to think about the future. After the postgraduate entrance examination, you still have to find a job.
Stock trading is not a long-term solution after all..."
Zhou Yan smiled and nodded: "I know!"
"You know what a der..." Father Zhou glared at his son, "Here at our house, old man, my ability is limited. At most I can organize a wedding banquet for you, but you can only rely on yourself for the rest, son.
, I will be turning twenty-two soon..."
"Dad," Zhou Yan smiled flatteringly, "Don't worry, let me tell you something..."
"Say it!" Father Zhou Yan put down the plate in his hand and stared at his son.
"Do you still remember that during the Spring Festival Gala, there was Xinghan Holdings who donated 200 million?"
"It seems like that happened..." Father Zhou thought about it for a moment and said with some uncertainty.
"The two hundred million was spent on my money..."
"It's your money that's spent..."
Father Zhou thought about it for a long time before he reacted and looked at his son dumbfounded: "You mean, you are the boss of Xinghan Group?"
Zhou Yan smiled and nodded.
"Son, you can't talk nonsense about this..."
"Did I lie to you?" Zhou Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly.
"In that case..." Mr. Zhou frowned and hesitated for a long time before raising his head, "Shitou, although there are a few inconspicuous people in the village, most people in our village have a good impression of you.
There’s so much money…”
Begging?
This was the first thought that came to Zhou Yan's mind.
"Invest money in the village?"
"No need," Mr. Zhou shook his head with a wry smile, "You have been outside for more than two years, so you have seen a lot. Can you think of a way out for the young and old men in the village..."
"Well..." Zhou Zhenghai saw his son's brows frowning slightly and smiled mockingly, "Don't worry, I've been poor for hundreds of years anyway, so it's not too late..."
After the two of them finished washing the dishes and returned to the living room, they found Mrs. Zhou Yan pulling Qin Ruoshu to watch TV.
The eldest lady, who was originally dressed as a beautiful girl, has changed into a floral shirt belonging to her future mother-in-law. Her lower body is mixed with Zhou Yan's high school uniform, and on her head is a wide-brimmed sunhat that Zhou Yan has not worn for a long time...
Seeing Zhou Yan coming over, Miss Qin stood up and turned around happily: "Brother, does it look good?"
Zhou Yan suppressed his laughter and nodded seriously.
How could Zhou Yan's eyes be so full of amusement that he could hide it from Qin Ruoshu.
"snort!"
The eldest lady sat back on the sofa angrily and continued to watch TV.
This guy was still fine, but Zhou Yan's old lady was interested. She turned around and glared at Zhou Yan: "I think it's pretty good-looking, why are you fooling around?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Zhou Yan couldn't refute, so he could only change the topic: "Watch TV, watch TV..."
The old Zhou family usually watches TV for practical purposes. They wait until after 6:40 to watch the weather forecast of the province, and then watch the Central Weather Forecast, the program with the highest ratings, together with people across the country.
After reading the weather forecast and confirming that there would be no rain in the next two days, Mrs. Zhou Xin smiled and handed the remote control to Qin Ruoshu: "Xiao Qin, whatever program you like to watch, adjust it yourself!"
"We usually don't watch TV dramas in school..."
Qin Ruoshu who spoke turned to look at Zhou Yan, embarrassed to say that the two had video calls every day.
"Oh..." Mrs. Zhou Yan put the remote control back on the table and continued to wait for "Focus Interview".
Before the show even started, people from home came to visit me again.
However, what surprised Zhou Yan was that the person who came was the village party secretary Zhou Tong.
"College students are back?"
Father Zhou Yan stood up with a smile: "You're a college student, I'm just a second-year student. Please..."
After sitting down, Zhou Yan's distant cousin began to praise Zhou Yan's father: "Third uncle, your family has made a lot of money just selling pigs in the past six months, right?"
Zhou Zhenghai was naturally embarrassed: "How could it be?"
"Third Uncle, please stop being modest. We process all the feed ourselves, and there is no need to buy piglets from outside..." Zhou Tong smiled coquettishly, "You don't have to worry, I'm not here to borrow money, I just want to
Let me ask you something."
"Just ask!"
“Is it profitable to raise crayfish?”
Zhou Zhenghai turned to look at Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan smiled, got up and went to the kitchen to get a plate of fried crayfish and placed it in front of Zhou Tong.
"Brother, I've eaten it!"
Zhou Yan didn't say much, put on plastic gloves, peeled off the biggest one, and put the shrimp meat in front of Zhou Tong: "Basically, this is the biggest one. This style can basically sell for 20 yuan in the city."
One pound more, still in the shell..."
Zhou Tong was frightened: "How can this thing be so expensive?"
"I don't know either," Zhou Yan smiled and shook his head, "Anyway, those who eat this stuff are young people..."
"Oh," Zhou Tong nodded thoughtfully, thought for a while, raised his head and smiled at Zhou Yan, "Brother, the car in front of your house shouldn't be yours, right?"
"borrowed!"
Zhou Tong was slightly disappointed, but still smiled reluctantly: "Invite your friends to come over and play when you have time. We have beautiful scenery here..."
Zhou Tong just sat there for a short while and then left...
Father Zhou, who was seeing off the guests, came back and looked at Zhou Yan with deep emotion: "Since we started working alone, our village has had two upright officials. The first Zhou Chuannian got cancer after only working for five or six years; this time, Zhou Yan also
His abilities are pretty good, but it’s a pity that Zhou Chuanjian left a mess..."
Zhou Yan curled his lips: "It stumped him and he didn't think about digging out those bad debts?"
Father Zhou’s expression was a bit awkward: “You’re from the countryside!”
"Shit," Zhou Yan rolled his eyes, "There are five to six hundred people in our village, and nearly twenty years of hard-earned money has been stolen away by that piece of shit Chuanjian..."
