Sixty years old with the army, the heirless boss loves his fertile wife

Chapter 35 Fried Oysters

Tang Qiyue looked at this scene and almost couldn't help laughing.

Political Commissar Wu shook off Zhan Zeye's big hand and looked at each other with trembling hands.

"If I hadn't heard about you from my old leader, I would have thought you would have chosen to shoot that old fox Tang Yaozong. Why..."

Political Commissar Wu gave up halfway through his speech when he realized that Tang Qiyue was next to him.

"Don't think too much, sister-in-law. I still respect your father very much!"

Tang Qiyue smiled. It was really hard for her to respond to this, so Zhan Zeye kicked him and said, "Get lost! You are old but still have no business!"

Zhan Zeye picked up the wooden barrel again and motioned Tang Qiyue to follow. He originally wanted to have a sweet time with his wife and ask the one-eyed uncle in the cafeteria for help to deal with it, but he never expected that Political Commissar Wu, this sticky sweet, would insist on following him.

The one-eyed uncle was also a soldier. One of his eyes was blown off in the battlefield a few years ago. He should have retired and returned home, but he had no family and his hometown had become a ruin. Fortunately, he had good cooking skills, so he stayed in the army canteen and led batch after batch of soldiers in the kitchen squad.

Because of his old age, when Zhan Zeye was transferred to the island, he brought the one-eyed uncle over to take care of him in his old age.

At this time, the one-eyed uncle was holding a cigarette and directing several young men from the kitchen team to prepare food. When he saw Zhan Zeye coming with his young wife, he ignored Zhan Zeye and Political Commissar Wu, and tried to put on a kind and gentle expression and looked at Tang Qiyue.

"You are Xiao Tang, right? You look really handsome. No wonder you were able to subdue this brat!"

Although the one-eyed uncle tried his best to act kind, his one eye with an eyepatch, his big hands like a palm-leaf fan, and his sturdy body over 1.9 meters tall made everyone feel like they were looking at an iron tower.
The key point is that the one-eyed uncle is bald and has a beard.

Tang Qiyue was not frightened by the image of the one-eyed uncle, but stood obediently in front of the one-eyed uncle and listened to him.

How could a one-eyed uncle who had to deal with a group of rough men every day stand such a well-behaved girl? His heart would melt.

When the one-eyed uncle saw the wooden barrel that Zhan Zeye was carrying, he knew at a glance that he was coming for Zhan Zeye to make him something delicious.

"Girl, do you want to eat oyster stew?"

The one-eyed uncle snatched the wooden barrel from Zhan Zeye with his big hand like a palm-leaf fan, called Tang Qiyue to his exclusive chopping board, and asked in a low voice with a particularly strange voice.

When talking about food, Tang Qiyue was not so restrained. She described what she wanted to eat to the one-eyed uncle.

The steps are actually not complicated. You just need to add oysters to flour and eggs, mix well and fry them directly in the pan. Since it is too simple, the one-eyed uncle just starts cooking.

Tang Qiyue originally wanted to do it herself, but when the one-eyed uncle saw Tang Qiyue's fingers as white as onions, he immediately became unhappy.

"Little girl's hands are not suitable for this, uncle can do it!"

The one-eyed uncle turned on the stove, put an iron pan on it, brushed oil on the hot pan, poured in the batter, and the unique fragrance of oysters emerged.

The iron pan turns on the stove, and the golden fried oysters slowly take shape.

He grabbed the chopped green onions that the young apprentice next to him had prepared and sprinkled them on top, then grabbed a plate and the fried oysters in the pan fell into the plate.

Such a big plate was like a small toy in the one-eyed uncle's hand. He pushed the plate in front of Tang Qiyue and said, "Girl, try my cooking skills!"

Tang Qiyue took the chopsticks handed to her by the one-eyed uncle, carefully picked up a piece of fried oyster and put it into her mouth.

It was so fresh that she felt like her tongue was about to dance.

He gave the one-eyed uncle a thumbs up.

"Uncle, your cooking skills are amazing!"

The one-eyed uncle laughed loudly. He liked being praised. Normally, those little brats were more dumb than each other in talking. They only knew how to snatch food and could not eat it at all. It was a waste of his excellent cooking skills.

"If you like what I make, I'll make it for you every day from now on!" The one-eyed uncle's eyes were full of the beautiful girl Tang Qiyue, and he couldn't see the two restless boys next to him at all.

In fact, they didn't necessarily have to eat this, but the one-eyed uncle's cooking skills were extraordinary today, and the taste was indeed delicious.

"It would be even more delicious if it could be coated with a layer of sweet noodle sauce, but making the sweet noodle sauce is a bit troublesome!"

Tang Qiyue did not finish eating it all, but made way for Zhan Zeye and Political Commissar Wu to eat as well. She just wanted to taste it.

Under the one-eyed uncle's disdainful expression, Political Commissar Wu and Zhan Zeye each grabbed half, for fear of being at a disadvantage if they got less.

"Did you see that? Girl, you shouldn't be so kind. These two brats are just eating like a cow chewing a peony. Giving good things to them would be a waste!"

Tang Qiyue smiled. She didn’t think so. Although the one-eyed uncle had always disliked Zhan Zeye and Political Commissar Wu, he was still very satisfied when he saw them scrambling to eat the food he made.

"Anyway, we still have some extra, let's make some more!"

Tang Qiyue comforted the one-eyed uncle.

The one-eyed uncle wanted Tang Qiyue to taste the sweet noodle sauce that Tang Qiyue mentioned.

Tang Qiyue was not shy about her expertise, she knew that everyone had their own specialties, so she told her the process of making sweet bean sauce. After all, it was not difficult, just time-consuming.

The soybean paste and flour are already available, but there is not much sugar, which is the key.

Tang Qiyue had expected this, and she took out a bag of white sugar from the bag she brought with her.

"Uncle, I brought it!"

The one-eyed uncle clicked his tongue. Sugar was a rare commodity these days and was rationed. If you wanted to buy it, you had to have a sugar ticket. But Tang Qiyue was able to take it out just for a bite to eat.

"Okay, uncle will make the sauce for you!"

The one-eyed uncle started to make the sauce, and did not forget to ask a few of his apprentices to come over and watch, as good things cannot be wasted.

Zhan Zeye pulled Tang Qiyue aside and asked, "Why is there everything in your dowry?"

He had no doubts and just thought that it was something from Tang Qiuyue's dowry boxes. There were twelve boxes, so he thought she could fool people by taking out some rare items.

"My mother loves me!"

Zhan Zeye believed what he said. He just thought that Tang Qiyue was too generous, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with it?
Without having to worry about the source of sugar, the sweet noodle sauce is ready.

There wasn't much oyster meat that Tang Qiuyue brought back, and it was all gone after two pots of frying. Tang Qiuyue was full after eating only half of it.

The rest was naturally divided among Zhan Zeye, Political Commissar Wu and several of the one-eyed uncle's little disciples.

The fried oysters with sweet noodle sauce were even more delicious, so much so that several young apprentices wanted to crack the oysters.

The one-eyed uncle stuffed a jar of sweet bean sauce into Tang Qiyue's hand to prevent it from being stolen by those greedy boys in the cafeteria.

Holding the sweet noodle sauce, Tang Qiyue followed behind Zhan Zeye and Political Commissar Wu, listening to them talking about arranging things on the island, so that she was hit by something that suddenly appeared and failed to dodge in time.

"Ahhhh!!!"

Before Tang Qiyue could scream, she heard a scream piercing the sky not far behind her.

(End of this chapter)