Rebirth 2008: I Can Make Money Reading

Chapter 61 You're welcome, just treat it as my home (seeking a monthly ticket)

"Xiaoyang, you don't have to be so polite."

Zhang Ping was really embarrassed to see that after Mu Yang took the chicken, he moved another new year's goods.

"Mr. Zhang, I'm not being polite. Just treat this as my home. I'll go kill the chicken first." After Mu Yang finished speaking, he brought one of the roosters to the kitchen on the first floor.

He took off his small suit, put it on the stool, and rolled up his sleeves.

Find a pot to boil water, pick up the chicken's neck, pull out the fluff on the chicken's neck two or three times, pick up the kitchen knife, cut off the chicken's neck in one go, let the blood out for a while, wait until the rooster's legs are straight and stop tossing, Throw it in the yard, and it will be over after a few flaps of the rooster's wings.

Find a plastic basin, the water is just boiling, pour some hot water into the basin.

Instead of scalding the chicken directly with boiling water, first mix a pot of warm water with cold water to wet the chicken feathers.

Pour off the warm water, then put the hot water, grab the chicken feet, put the chicken into the boiling water basin, shake it a few times, pick it up, pull out the most difficult wing feathers, and then burn the chicken feet after feeling that they can be pulled out. A little longer until the skin can be shed, no longer soak the chicken in boiling water, and then start plucking.

Zhang Ping and her daughter stood on the threshold and watched, and found that this kid was really flexible in his hands and feet, even better than her father.

Zhang Ping also had an illusion that Mu Yang was very familiar with her kitchen and could find things very quickly.

"Why did you let Xiao Yang kill the chicken?"

Song Jian brought tea leaves from upstairs and prepared to make tea for Mu Yang, but within a few minutes, all the chickens were killed, all the feathers were plucked and the internal organs were cleaned.

When Mu Yang saw his father-in-law, he smiled and said hello: "Uncle, you are welcome, I will treat this as my home.

At noon today, you have to let me show that you have been busy all year round, and it is rare for you to have a few days of leisure. Let's take a rest and drink tea.

Xuelu, didn't I bring back a box of tea, just make that, hurry up, don't let your parents stand. "

Song Jian was embarrassed.

The guest came, but he killed the chicken himself and put it in the kitchen. Whose house is this?

"Oh, oh, okay, Dad, Mom, you go back to the living room and sit, and let him torment." Song Xuelu pushed her parents into the living room.

Song Jian finally got down the steps. After entering the house, he thought what was going on and looked at his wife.

Zhang Ping smiled, saw her husband looking at her, and said in a low voice, "Look at me, you have to ask your good daughter, where can you find a good son-in-law, who is good at both work and compliments."

"Mom, is my vision okay?" Song Xuelu hugged her mother's arm and asked with a proud smile. Zhang Ping gave her a white look.

Song Jian also commented: "Well, I think it's pretty good.

Your father, I hate people who only brag but don't do practical things. Just because of his act of killing chickens, it seems that he usually does a lot of farm work. "

"Hey, let's observe more first." Zhang Ping sighed. I really don't know whether it is good or bad for my daughter to meet Mu Yang. I am most afraid that Mu Yang will provoke other women outside. Who can stand his mouth? stand up.

"I'm really sitting here, don't I want to help?" Song Jian asked shyly.

Zhang Ping glanced at her mouth: "Sit down, with your three-legged cat cooking skills, going in will only get in the way!

I'd like to see how well Xiaoyang is doing, Xuelu, go and help me out. "

"oh."

Song Xuelu left the living room, it's okay to fight, lest Mu Yang is busy alone, I'm really embarrassed.

Zhang Ping deliberately dismissed her daughter and chatted with her husband in a low voice, doing chores later?

"Well, that's it!"

At this time, Mu Yang put on the apron and started the parallel combat mode.

After cleaning the chicken, he trotted to the car, and within a minute, he took some vegetables, onions and garlic, and a fish from the car, which he bought from a fish stall before he came.

Seeing Mu Yang's appearance, Song Xuelu's parents seemed to be prepared.

Song Xuelu's family also bought a lot of vegetables. The vegetables and seasonings had already been washed, and they were waiting for Mu Yang to come to fry them, but unexpectedly, Mu Yang started to do it himself.

The weather is a little cold, let's cook the soup first.

Half an hour later, the time was just stuck at eleven o'clock, and there were already a few more dishes on the table, stewed chicken with black fungus, chopped chicken, braised crucian carp, braised pork with pickled vegetables, one vegetable soup, and two more stir-fried vegetables.

Song Xuelu helped carry the bowls and chopsticks, and set the meal before calling her parents over.

Song Jian looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, washed his hands and praised: "Xiaoyang, your skills are good, much better than Uncle's."

Mu Yang tied down his apron, let the three of them sit down first, and tidied up the dishes while talking: "Uncle, I'm so busy with national affairs, it's normal for me to occasionally neglect my cooking skills. I don't think ordinary chefs can compare to real cooking skills. Otherwise, how could the family be maintained so well."

Zhang Ping said coldly: "What kind of national affairs is he, it's just trivial matters."

Mu Yang said solemnly: "The country emphasizes people-oriented, and the country is composed of tens of thousands of small families. Only by managing the trivial matters of small families can we manage major affairs well."

"Xiaoyang has high political literacy and is a sensible person." Song Jian praised, "Haha, do you want to drink?"

"If you don't drink normally, drink a little more when you're with uncle." Mu Yang opened a bottle of Moutai, filled a small glass for him, and filled it himself.

"Dad, you drunkard, don't get drunk on Yangzi." Song Xuelu wrinkled her little nose and whispered to Mu Yang, "Be careful, don't get drunk by my dad, you can say anything."

Her voice was slightly quieter, but her parents heard it anyway.

"It's okay, my uncle and I rarely see the truth, we call each other brothers at most when we're drunk." Mu Yang teased.

"Haha, that's right, it's still Xiaoyang who understands the ways of the world. Come on, Xiaoyang, let's enjoy the joy of the New Year first." Song Jian laughed when he heard the words, without the gesture of an elder, he picked up the wine glass.

"Okay, uncle." Mu Yang joked unceremoniously. He was used to the character of his father-in-law and mother-in-law in his previous life, so he let it go, which made the mother and daughter giggle.

The atmosphere on the table was active, and the dishes cooked by Mu Yang looked good and tasted good, and the four of them ate very happily.

Mu Yang was given half a catty of Maotai wine, his head was dizzy, his face was slightly red, Zhang Ping refused to ask her husband to pour him any more wine.

At the table, Song Jian and his wife didn't ask about Muyang's family. What they should ask was their daughter. They just observed how Muyang's character was, to see if he would put on airs as a young boss after he had made some achievements.

If it is an ordinary young man, he will be arrogant after a little achievement.

Unexpectedly, this young man killed chickens and cooks himself, knows the ways of the world, and is even more able to read words and demeanor.

At the dinner table, Mu Yang didn't say a single big word about high ambitions, he didn't even mention business, he just treated himself as a good boy.

At the age of eighteen or nineteen, Song Jian felt that his thinking had matured.

After the meal, Song Jian and his wife thought that Mu Yang drank a lot of liquor and it was really not suitable for him to drive back, so they asked Xuelu to take him to the room to rest.

Mu Yang lay on the bed and woke up from two o'clock in the afternoon until after five o'clock in the afternoon. The smell of alcohol had dissipated and his head was clear. Turning around, he saw Xuelu sitting at the desk quietly reading a book.

Looking at his girlfriend's room, there was a fresh fragrance on the bed, the room was clean and tidy, and a desk was full of various study materials.

"Yangyang, you're awake. It's all because of my father, that alcoholic. He has no sense at all." Song Xuelu pouted, still blaming her father.

Mu Yang smiled and said: "It's okay, it's rare for me to have a good drink with my dad."

Song Xuelu patted him on the shoulder and blamed him: "Sometimes you just can't keep your mouth shut."

"It's getting late, I should go too, it's really not good to stay any longer." Mu Yang didn't dare to stay, even though he chatted happily with his father-in-law and mother-in-law today, he would definitely be kicked out tonight.

Song Xuelu asked him again if he was dizzy, and when he felt all right, he went to tell his parents.

When Mu Yang went downstairs, he bumped into his mother-in-law and said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, it's getting dark, I'll go back first."

"It's already five o'clock, Xiaoyang, let's go back after dinner first." Zhang Ping said politely.

"That's really no trouble. My mother called, and the family has prepared a meal waiting for me. Then I can drink and have fun with my uncle. I don't think I can go back tonight. It's not suitable."

"Okay then, come and play when you have time." Zhang Ping really didn't want to keep him, and agreed with her daughter to associate with Mu Yang, already approving this son-in-law in her heart.

But time is still long, so don't rush to express too much.

Mu Yang gave Song Xuelu the big red envelope that his mother had given him, saying that it was given by his parents, and Song Xuelu had no choice but to accept it.

He brought a lot of New Year's goods, but his mother-in-law returned a lot of gifts, and even stuffed him with two red envelopes.

Seeing the mother-in-law brought out so many things, it gave me a headache. The two refused back and forth, and he accepted some.

Song Xuelu stood at the gate, watching the back of the car go away, and didn't go back to the house until she could no longer see it.

Zhang Ping saw that her daughter's two big red envelopes were a bit thick, so she took them over and opened them: "One thousand yuan a piece, hey, my father and I gave Xiaoyang less money, one piece is only two hundred yuan."

"Mom, Yangyang doesn't care about these things."

Hearing what her daughter said, Zhang Ping stuffed the money back into the red envelope and returned it to her daughter, thinking that she might really be too fussy.