The Rebirth of 88s Begins with a Carpenter

Although he didn't have to go to work on Sunday, Yang Luoyan still prepared his clothes in advance.

Wu Yuan got dressed properly, opened the door and came out.

Only then did I realize that not only Song Chunhong, the godmother of the two children, was here, but Wang Feng, the godmother of the two children, was also here.

Wu Yuan said hello and went to wash up.

I had just finished washing up and was about to eat something to fill my stomach.

Chen Xing from next door came over again, holding freshly made tofu in her hand, which was white and tender.

Both Liu Hui and Wang Feng were praised.

There are not many things that the older generation can take notice of.

It can be seen that Chen Xing's tofu level has indeed reached a certain level.

No wonder the income from selling tofu is much higher than the income from making noodles.

If she could go hawking and hawking in the streets, she might actually be able to make a decent living out of it.

Maybe they collected too much.

This time Yang Luoyan took the tofu and turned around to change Chen Xing for something else.

Instead, he said politely: "Oh, it's not easy for you to make some tofu. It's too hard for you to wake up early and work hard at night. Our family can't always eat your tofu for free. How about I give you cash?"

After all, no matter how good the gift is, it may not be as practical as cash.

Yang Luoyan also had this consideration in mind and took the opportunity to bring it up.

Chen Xing naturally couldn't accept it. While waving her hands wildly, she even made a lame excuse and said: "It's not hard work, and I don't get up early and stay late. Yesterday, the village sent an excavator to dig the shrimp pond, and it was finished early."

"I went to bed very early, so I got up late today, so the first pot of tofu is ready now."

Seeing Chen Xing's embarrassment, Yang Luoyan said no more.

After collecting the tofu, I gave Chen Xing some strawberries to go back, freshly picked from the vegetable garden at the door.

After seeing Chen Xing off, Yang Luoyan turned around and saw her husband coming out. He pointed at another herring next to the well and said, "My godmother and godmother are here today, let's cook another pickled fish."

Wu Yuan looked like this, rolled up his sleeves and said, "That's right. Once I leave, you will be able to take out such a big herring."

The sun above our heads is getting hotter.

The herring under the ax is getting colder and colder.

Eventually it cooled down into slices of fish as thin as cicada wings, and the tentacles were even colder.

Song Chunhong, who is wearing jeans and a shirt, looks quite casual in Hong Kong style.

When I saw Wu Yuan turning such a big herring into a fillet that looked like a work of art, I couldn't take my eyes away.

"I heard it's a famous dish in the provincial capital, but I couldn't think of anything unique about it. When I saw this fish fillet, I kind of understood."

Wu Yuan kept moving his hands and said: "Every chef in the pickled fish restaurant in the provincial capital must have this skill. You will know when you go there, this is not unusual."

Song Chunhong said with a look of fascination: "It's not easy to go to the provincial capital. Who knew we would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey?"

Wu Yuan was so surprised that he stopped moving his hands and said, "What? Doesn't your Education Committee organize training for teachers like you during the winter and summer vacations?"

Song Chunhong shook her head slightly.

Wu Yuan continued to be busy and said: "It seems that I have to remind Director Li that improving the teaching level of the entire teaching team is equally important!"

After processing the fish fillets, Wu Yuan went into the kitchen and started making pickled fish.

After all, I got up late and the ingredients have not been prepared until now.

It's very close to lunch time.

Over in the kitchen of the small building, daughter-in-law Yang Luoyan was already busy, and Principal Song had already rushed over to help.

Don't you know that you are also missing a red sleeve to add fuel to the fire?

Just then, Santana's voice came from the door.

After all, Wu Yuan had just been driving for several days and was very familiar with the sound of Santana's engine.

I looked out from the kitchen and saw that Hongxiu, who was adding fuel to the fire, was here, right?

Wu Yuan stood at the kitchen window and waved his hand: "Dad hasn't come back yet, why did you come back first?"

After Yang Chenyu said hello to Liu Hui and Wang Feng, he picked up the fat Yueyue and ran towards Wu Yuan and said, "I'll be back when I'm done. Dad, I I made the call, just within the past two days."

As soon as I got close to the kitchen, it was very smoky.

Yueyue felt that it was not fun. Not long after being held, she wanted to get down and break away from her aunt's arms.

Yang Chenyu had a lot of things to tell Wu Yuan about the capital.

Just put the child down and let her run away.

Wu Yuan said politely: "Just in time, come over and help me watch the ignition."

Yang Chenyu was still dressed in a public relations outfit. He sat down at the kitchen door and didn't feel anything was wrong.

"I won't know if I don't go, but I'll be shocked if I go."

"It's only been a few months, how did you make the stall in the capital so big?"

Wu Yuan weighed the big spoon and simmered the hot oil in the pot and said: "No, everything has been thrown together, and there is nothing I can do."

Yang Chenyu continued: "At least once this stall opens in the capital, it will be able to catch up with the scale of Shanghai before the end of the year, right?"

Wu Yuan nodded: "Not only will we catch up, I'm afraid we will even surpass them."

After all, the foundation of the Asian Games Village project is there.

One project is worth the construction projects of Tenda First Construction, plus half of the decoration works of Tenda headquarters.

Yang Chenyu asked: "In the future, you will slowly shift the focus of development from Shanghai to BJ?"

Wu Yuan blurted out and asked: "Why can't we do both?"

An Asian Games Village project looks like a big piece of cake in a short period of time.

But nothing is worth the trillions of dollars in Pudong development.

Yang Chenyu slowly shook his head and said, "I haven't been out for a while, and my thinking is a bit out of step with yours."

"Your steps are too big. Who can keep up with you?"

"That's it, my principal Ma blames me for changing too quickly..."

Hearing this, Wu Yuan interrupted decisively: "I can't blame you for Principal Ma's mood!"

Yang Chenyu said leisurely: "Anyway, I will have to go out more in the future to avoid being unable to keep up with you, the boss, and keep up with the times."

Although he had already tasted the pickled fish last time, Yang Chenyu could not help but feel the surge in his throat when he saw it coming out of the pot again, watching the oil pouring on the white and tender fish fillets sizzling and smoking. .

"I'm here to report on my work and have a meal by the way. Isn't that too much?"

"As for whether you think it doesn't matter whether you're going too far or not, Principal Ma definitely thinks you're going too far."

"Then I can pack it up and take it away, right?"

When Wu Yuan saw the fish fillets and sauerkraut in the pot, it was indeed too much to fill. He couldn't help but admired: "Hey, you are really a talent!"

After a while, Yang Chenyu happily scooped up the remaining fish fillets and sauerkraut in the pot into a thermal bucket and slipped away.

Lunch in the small building also started.

Wang Feng was focused on her children and was not interested at all in the table full of food.

But she couldn't resist Liu Hui who kept giving her vegetables and fish fillets.

This taste is really different!

At the same time, Song Chunhong had already started feasting.