Rebirth 2008: I Can Make Money Reading Chapter 61

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

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

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

Take off your small suit and put it on the stool, rolling up your sleeves.

Find the pot to boil water, pick up the chicken neck, pull out the fluff on the chicken neck in three or two strokes, pick up the kitchen knife, cut the chicken neck in one go, drain the blood for a while, and wait until the rooster's legs are straight and don't toss. Throw it in the yard, and the rooster's wings are done with a few blows.

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

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

Pour out the warm water, then put the hot water, then grab the chicken feet, put the chicken in the boiling water basin, shake it a few times to pick it up, and pull out the most difficult wing feathers to pull out. Give it a longer time, until the skin is peeled and the chicken is no longer soaked, and then start plucking.

Zhang Ping and her daughter stood on the threshold and watched, and found that this kid was really agile, better than her father.

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

"Why did you let Xiaoyang kill the chicken?"

Song Jian took the tea from upstairs and prepared to make tea for Mu Yang, but he didn't expect that within a few minutes, the chickens were all killed and all the hairs were plucked out and began to clean the internal organs.

Seeing his father-in-law, Mu Yang smiled and said hello: "Uncle, you're welcome, I'll treat this as my home.

At noon today, you have to let me show that you have been working hard all year round, and it is rare to have a few days to spare, so take a break and drink tea.

Xuelu, didn't I bring back a box of tea leaves, just brew that, go quickly, don't let your parents stand. "

Song Jian was embarrassed.

When a guest arrives, he kills himself in the kitchen. Whose house is this?

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

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

Zhang Ping smiled and saw her husband looking at her, and whispered, "What are you looking at me, you have to ask your good daughter, where did you find a good son-in-law, who is good at work and praise."

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

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

Your dad and I hate people who just brag and don't do the real thing, just relying on his act of killing chickens, it seems that he usually does not less farm work. "

"Hey, let's observe more first." Zhang Ping sighed. I really don't know if it's good or bad for her daughter to meet Mu Yang. I'm most afraid that Mu Yang will provoke other women outside. Anyone who can stand his mouth can be coaxed away. stand up.

"I'm really sitting here, not going to help?" Song Jian asked embarrassedly.

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

I would like to see how Xiaoyang is doing, Xuelu, go and help. "

"Oh."

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

Zhang Ping deliberately left her daughter aside and chatted with her husband in a low voice.

"Um... ok... that's it!"

At this time, after Mu Yang put on his apron, he started the parallel battle mode.

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

Song Xuelu's parents seemed to be prepared when they saw Mu Yang's appearance.

Song Xuelu's family also bought a lot of vegetables. The vegetables and seasonings had already been washed, and they were waiting for Muyang to come to the door to start frying, but Muyang did not expect that he would do it himself.

The weather is a little cold, so make the soup first.

Half an hour later, the time just stuck at eleven o'clock, and there were already several more dishes on the table, such as stewed chicken with fungus, white chopped chicken, braised crucian carp, pork with plum vegetables, one vegetarian soup, and two stir-fried vegetarian dishes.

Song Xuelu helped her with the dishes and set the food before calling her parents over.

Song Jian looked at a table of sumptuous dishes, and praised while washing his hands, "Xiao Yang, your craftsmanship is good, much better than your uncle."

Mu Yang put on his apron, let the three sit down first, and sorted out the tableware while talking: "Uncle has passed the prize. Uncle is busy with the country's business now, and it is normal for his cooking skills to be neglected occasionally. The real cooking skills are probably not comparable to ordinary chefs. Otherwise, how could the family be so well maintained."

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

Mu Yang said solemnly: "The country emphasizes the people-oriented. The country is made up of thousands of small families. Only by taking care of the trivial matters of the small families can we manage the big ones."

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

"If you don't usually drink it, just drink a little more with your uncle." Mu Yang opened a bottle of Maotai and filled him a small glass himself, which he also filled.

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

Her voice was a little quieter, but her parents heard it nonetheless.

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

"Haha, that is, Xiaoyang still knows the world. Come on, Xiaoyang, let's get some New Year's joy 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, and he was used to the character of his father-in-law and mother-in-law in his previous life.

The atmosphere on the table was lively, and the dishes made by Mu Yang looked good and tasted good, and the four of them had a great time eating.

Mu Yang was poured half a catty of Moutai wine, and his head was a little dizzy and his face was a little red. Zhang Ping didn't let her husband pour him any more wine.

On the table, Song Jian and his wife didn't ask about Muyang's family. What they should have asked, they had already asked their daughter. They just observed Muyang's character to see if he would act like a young boss if he had achieved a little.

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

Unexpectedly, this young man cooks chickens himself, knows the world, and is more observant.

At the dining table, Mu Yang didn't say a single big word, and he didn't mention anything about doing business, he just thought he was a good child.

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

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

Mu Yang lay on the bed, slept from 2:00 p.m. to 5:00 p.m. before waking up, the alcohol had dissipated, and his head was sober. He turned around and saw Xue Lu sitting at the desk quietly reading a book.

I looked at my girlfriend's room, there was a fragrance on the bed, the room was clean and tidy, and a desk was full of various study materials.

"Yangyang, you're awake, and it's all my dad's alcoholic who has no sense." Song Xuelu pouted, still blaming her father.

Mu Yang smiled and said, "It's okay~www.mtlnovel.com~ I rarely have a good time drinking with my dad."

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

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

Song Xuelu asked him again if he was dizzy. After 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 have dinner before going back." Zhang Ping said politely.

"That's not too much trouble. My mother called. The family has already prepared meals and waited for me. I'll have a drink with my uncle. I don't think I can go back tonight. It's inappropriate."

"Alright then, let's play when you have time." Zhang Ping really didn't want to keep him, and agreed that her daughter would date Mu Yang, and already recognized the son-in-law in her heart.

But it's still a long time, don't be in a hurry to express too much.

Mu Yang stuffed the big red envelope given by his mother to Song Xuelu, saying that it was given by his parents, so Song Xuelu had to accept it.

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

Seeing that his mother-in-law moved out so many things, he had 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 little thick, so she took it and opened it: "One thousand yuan, hey, my father and I gave Xiaoyang a small seal, and one is only two hundred yuan."

"Mom, Yangyang doesn't care about that."

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

Chapter end