Siheyuan: My daughter becomes stronger when she brags

Fat but not greasy, melts in the mouth.

The braised pork made from lard is fragrant.

Jiang Chuyang thought secretly in his heart.

Jiang Sweet Potato next to him watched Jiang Chuyang finish the first bite, and held a piece of braised pork with chopsticks and ate it, with a satisfied look on his little face.

After all, she never dreamed that Baba would make braised pork for her to eat, and it was such a delicious braised pork.

......

What their father and daughter didn't know was.

The aroma of braised pork on the table wafted to the entire courtyard at this moment.

From the front yard to the corners.

Residents sitting at the door for lunch smell the scent.

One by one, they speculated in private.

"Whose house do you say this is the scent?"

"That's right, the Jia family or the Jiang family?".

"If the Jia family is concerned, Qin Huairu's cooking skills are not so good, right?"

"That's it, is it the Jiang family?"

"Jiang Chuyang doesn't seem to know how to cook, right?"

"That's right, I blew up the kitchen last month!".

......

All of a sudden.

Because of the smell of braised pork, the residents of the courtyard talked about it.

They speculated whether the fragrance came from the Jia family or the Jiang family.

......

Intermediate Court, Jia's house.

On the table is a bowl of braised pork.

There is also a bowl of wowotou and wild vegetable soup.

Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhang's ate with relish.

The stick stalk is a piece of braised pork.

Several people looked like they had been hungry and hadn't eaten for months.

Suddenly——

The aroma of Jiang's braised pork wafted in.

"What's going on?" The stick terrier stopped eating braised pork, then picked up the braised pork on the table and sniffed it, raised his fat head and looked at Jia Zhang's: "Grandma, do you smell anything?"

"What taste?" Jia Zhang didn't react: "Isn't it the taste of braised pork?"

"No, I think our braised pork tastes a little weird. The stick terrier reminded.

"How is that possible?" Jia Zhangshi rolled his eyes: "Isn't the braised pork made by your mother always smelling like this?"

As soon as these words came out.

Jia Dongxu sensed that something was wrong.

I tried to pick up the braised pork on the table and smell it.

His face changed suddenly: "Mom, this smell is different from the outside!".

"What's the smell out there?" Jia Zhang frowned.

"Smell it yourself!" Jia Dongxu handed over the braised pork.

"Okay, okay!" Jia Zhang lowered his fat head and sniffed.

I don't know about it, and I'm shocked when I smell it.

Although the braised pork handed over is no problem, compared with the aroma of the braised pork from the outside, it is obvious that the braised pork from the outside tastes more fragrant and makes people want to taste it.

And if I remember correctly, only the Jiang family and their family bought pork in the entire yard today.

Not surprisingly, the fragrance coming from outside came from Jiang's house.

But how can Jiang Chuyang's braised pork be more fragrant than Qin Huai?

Bang-

Jia Zhang slammed the bowl on the table.

Triangle eyes glared at Qin Huairu.

said angrily: "Honestly, it's also braised pork, why is the braised pork made by Jiang Chuyang more fragrant than the braised pork you made, isn't your cooking skill as good as Jiang Chuyang?" If this is the case, Qin Huairu is too useless.

"I ...... I ......" Qin Huairu was speechless.

Because I don't know why Jiang Chuyang's braised pork is more fragrant than myself, and I don't know why Jiang Chuyang, who can't cook, makes such fragrant braised pork.

"What are you, you have to give me an explanation today. Jia Zhang rolled his eyes, if he didn't explain, he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart.

"That's right. Jia Dongxu slammed his chopsticks on the table, his face a little ugly.

The stick terrier next to him learned that the fragrance coming from outside was from Jiang's house, and immediately felt that the braised pork was not fragrant, and he also blamed Qin Huairu.

"Why don't you speak. Jia Zhangshi pushed Qin Huairu: "I'll tell you, it's useless to pretend to be deaf and dumb here." "

"Yes, yes. The Stick Terrier followed.

Qin Huairu's heart was half cold when she heard this, and she lowered her head and was silent.

Because once you refute it, things may become more serious.

If it gets out of control at that time, it will be a big trouble.

Therefore it is best not to speak, so as not to be counted out again.

......

In the kitchen of Jiang's family, Jiang Chuyang was washing dishes, thinking about work while washing dishes.

After all, it is not a way to stay without pay all the time, if you don't have a stable financial source, you can live just by relying on what ginger sweet potatoes brag about, then in the end, I am afraid that you will be a little unable to hide.

"Baba, do you need help?" Jiang Sweet Potato opened the curtain and poked out half of his little head.

"Don't. Jiang Chuyang shook his head and said.

"Alright!" Ginger Sweet Potato closed the curtain and left.

"This kid ......," Jiang Chuyang sighed lightly.

Then, without wasting time, after washing the dishes and chopsticks, his mind moved into the space, and began to count the materials in the space.

Rice, eggs, flour, ......

"This food is enough to last for a while, I have to speed up to find a job, but Sijiu City is so big, where can I find a job?" Jiang Chuyang muttered.

......

Early the next morning.

When the sky is bright.

Ginger sweet potato was awakened by urine.

Confused, get dressed and pants.

By the way, I said hello to Jiang Chuyang.

Walking on his short legs, he ran to the latrine.

"It's so cold!" "The ginger sweet potato was shivering from the wind blowing in front of him.

But fortunately, the latrine is not far away, only a few minutes away.

After serving, ginger sweet potatoes ran out of the toilet.

Seeing Yan Bugui holding a kettle and watering the flowers.

She was stunned for a moment, then ran over on her little short legs and said hello: "Third grandfather, good morning!".

"Well, good morning!" Yan Bugui smiled.

Compared to stick stalks, sweet potatoes are polite.

Seeing that the residents were going to work in groups at the rolling mill, they were about to squeeze into ginger sweet potatoes, so they hurriedly stretched out their hands and pulled them over.

Seeing this, Xu Damao, who was carrying the projector, greeted Yan Bugui and said, "Uncle San, it's morning!"

"Early, early!" Yan Bugui nodded.

Jiang Sweet Potato also waved his little hand at Xu Damao.

She looked at Xu Damao's back as he walked away, with a look of envy on her little face.

After all, she didn't have a job, so it would be nice if she could have a job to go to work.

Jia Dongxu happened to see this scene when he walked over, and he couldn't help but roll his eyes, and he didn't say hello to Yan Bugui, but left with a cloth bag.

The reason why this is so is because I look down on ginger sweet potatoes in my heart.