Siheyuan: The Villain's Cool Life

Add seasoning, a handful of vermicelli, break off some cabbage leaves and throw them in, and leave some cabbage stalks in the space.

What Shen He hates eating most is cabbage stalks.

When the soup in the pot boils, spread the mixed noodles around the pot.

Continue to simmer over low heat; the dish will become more fragrant the longer it is simmered.

If I guess wrong, the rain will come to eat. If I guess right, the rain will definitely be embarrassed to come to eat.

Shen He was thinking about something, looked at how much fire there was, and added another piece of firewood.

The glossy stew in the pot was boiling, and the aroma was wafting into the air with the white smoke.

The yard was already noisy.

The little boys covered their stomachs and smelled the smell.

The timid ones didn't dare to cry out for hunger and just looked at their family members. The brave ones, like Bang Geng, almost rode on Jia Zhang's head.

Shouting for meat.

Jia Dongxu, who hadn't bought meat for several days, touched his empty stomach and said nothing.

As the year draws to a close, the price of grain is soaring like a mad dog, and there is not a single grain left in the pigeon market now.

In the past, you could buy food for two or three cents on the black market, but now cornmeal is almost 5 cents, and other things are often or cents, or even over the Yuan Dynasty.

Pork is 5 yuan per pound.

Even the bones are all together.

It’s up to you whether you like to buy or not.

If you don't buy it, someone else will.

At the end of the year, the steel rolling mill also has to take inventory and then send it to the Mentougou Steel Plant. These things can be recycled and reused there, but not at the steel rolling mill.

The technology is not up to it.

So Jia Dongxu hasn't touched any iron filings for more than half a month.

Get parts from the workshop?

Unless Jia Dongxu has a bubble in his head.

So many examples out there.

As for the money, it was all spent long ago.

Can I ask Jia Zhang for money?

Don't even think about it. It's probably easier to take her life than her money.

In the past few months, Jia Zhang has forced herself to gain weight again.

With the food Jia Dongxu brought back, the family had no food left over, and they even had to eat more than before.

The stick stem is almost into a ball.

But once the food supply was cut off, the Jia family returned to their former state.

If I had saved some food in the past.

Their family probably had the most food in the yard, and the reduction in Jia Dongxu's ration made the situation even worse.

A few months ago, the chivalrous and dashing Mr. Jia had become gray-faced and looked a little haggard.

hungry.

"Huai Ru, you...why don't you go ask Bang Geng for some." Jia Dongxu felt a little uncomfortable when he smelled the smell.

"Dongxu, our family and the Shen family always fall out as soon as we meet. How can I ask for it?" Qin Huairu lowered her head and hugged the pitiful Xiaodang.

"I don't care. That dead kid can't be so heartless just looking at a pregnant woman. If he doesn't give it to you, just sit in front of his door and see if he will give it to you.

Bring me a big bowl, and you are not allowed to come back unless you give it to me.

You made delicious food but didn't share it with me, the little bastard from the Jia family. You deserve to have your parents die and your wife run away."

Qin Huairu was still confused when Jia Dongxu pulled Xiaodang into his arms. Jia Zhangshi stuffed a big bowl into Qin Huairu's arms and pushed her out the door.

He family.

Sha Zhu was also cooking, but it was the leftovers from lunch, meat and vegetables... just a little bit of fried bacon and cabbage, which had been eaten up.

What was left were all vegetarian dishes, cabbage, radish and potatoes.

If it were in the past, Yu Shui would have run to Shen He's house long ago.

But now she was sitting at the dinner table looking at Sha Zhu.

Shazhu just pretended not to see it.

All he could think about was his life after marrying that beautiful woman.

But you need money to marry a wife.

Where does this money come from? Of course it comes from rainwater.

When He Daqing left, he also said that any money used for Sha Zhu's wedding would come from He Yushui's money.

Sha Zhu has also made up his mind that he must buy his wife a car, a watch, a sewing machine, and all the furniture in the house must be replaced with new ones.

Three sets of quilts, three mattress pads, three bed sets (sheets, quilt covers, and pillowcases), and women's clothes.

The woman said that they would provide the water bottles, basins, towels and two thick quilts at home.

This whole set would cost at least a thousand yuan considering the current prices.

A bicycle alone costs more than 400 yuan without a ticket, a watch costs about 300 yuan, and a sewing machine costs more than 300 yuan.

That's less than a thousand.

What Sha Zhu meant was that he got at least half of the money. Although he didn't say it, he thought so.

Yan Bugui rummaged through boxes and cabinets, and finally found a bottle of Gujing from the innermost box.

But after looking at it several times, he stuffed it back.

I fumbled with the Fenjiu bottle that was a little bursting, thought about it and changed it to the worst Erguotou bottle and added some water into it.

Tighten the bottle cap.

He walked into the central courtyard in this way.

Yan Bugui’s plan was that if Shen He invited him to dinner, he would definitely not drink the Erguogai he brought, because a chef’s home would definitely have good wine.

Yan Bugui could already smell the aroma of meat.

Even the old lady in the backyard who had not gone out since that incident quietly opened the door a crack, so she was no longer afraid of the cold.

It has been stewed for about 30 minutes and is ready to be served.

Turn off the heat, wait for a minute, and then open the lid of the pot.

The taste is more intense.

Shen He felt that he could eat a steamed bun just by smelling the smell.

It's not raining yet at this hour, it seems...

Some people, when walking together on a road, will always slowly distance themselves from each other, getting further and further away, slowly losing each other, and successfully making this road a road that belongs only to them.

When Shen He was happily shoveling the discus, there was a knock on the door.

Uh...did I guess wrong?

But he immediately realized that the knock on the door was not from that silly Shui. Shen He didn't say anything and continued to busy himself with his work.

Qin Huairu saw Shen He while peeking through the crack in the door, especially the golden corn pancake.

"Brother Shen, can you open the door? I'm your sister Qin."

Tsk... Look, it must be this plastic flower.

Shen He still ignored her. The basket of pancakes was really tempting.

Especially the ones that were just out of the pot, with that layer of golden burnt shell at the bottom, crunch... Shen He broke off a piece, blew on it, tilted his body and put it in his mouth, making a crispy and refreshing sound.

He picked up another piece of trembling pig's head meat and blew on it sideways. This angle should be able to allow people leaning on the door to see it clearly.

The meat was a little cold, so I swallowed it in one gulp.

Fragrant.

After adding the prepared coriander, chopped green onion and a little sesame oil, the aroma is enhanced to a higher level.

Take a small casserole dish and put everything in it.

Add water to the pot, scrub the pot, and drink it all together.

Qin Huairu outside was drooling on the door. Seeing Shen He was about to enter the room, she stopped knocking softly and started knocking loudly. Shen He still pretended not to hear.

However, they did not eat in the house. Instead, they moved the coal stove to the middle of the yard, just facing the crack of the door. The casserole was also brought out, and there was also a small table.

The casserole can be kept heated on the coal stove, so there is no need to worry about the food getting cold. Regardless of the shouting at the door, Shen He continued to pick up the food with chopsticks one by one. When he picked up the meat, he would even dangle it in the air.

With Qin Huairu at the door, Yan Bugui didn't even feel comfortable coming over.

Just watching with my hands in my pockets with a few people at a distance.

"Woo woo...Brother Shen, please open the door. I just want a mouthful, or you can just give me a mouthful of soup. You have such a big pot, I don't care about this mouthful of soup.

Banggeng is still young, can you just pity the child?"

Shen He poured a glass of wine from the small pot of warm wine. The wine cup was a tiny bit big.

The wine glass was just right, and he drank it in one gulp, "Shh...ah...refreshing."

He scooped up a few chopsticks of vermicelli and ate them in a few bites, then had two slices of pork head and ate them in two more bites.

Another glass of wine.

What is life? This is life.

Well...it would be even more wonderful if there was a beautiful girl who could sing and dance beside us while we were eating.

Shen He also has a big appetite. He ate a whole casserole of stew without leaving any leftovers.