Even though Silly Zhu is a gangster, he doesn't dare to offend the public.

The meat has been lost anyway, so if you take two more bites as a cook, you can reduce the loss.

Seeing Silly Zhu nodding, Liu Haizhong couldn't wait to jump out: "The dispute between the third uncle and He Yuzhu was successfully resolved with the mediation of the first uncle and I. Let's have a dinner together tonight!!"

His voice was high-pitched, but everyone curled their lips.

Obviously, being able to eat meat tonight is all thanks to Li Donglai.

What's going on if you jump out now?

...

There was meat to eat, and everyone was very active and stepped forward to help.

But the piece of meat was only half a catty, and the bamboo shoots were only two catties. The total number of residents in the courtyard, old and young, was more than 200.

Not enough to eat!

It's not easy to eat meat these days, so everyone is not stingy and they all decide to go back and get vegetables, vermicelli, and mushrooms.

"I can't stand it anymore, let's treat today as the Chinese New Year!"

Yan Bugui sensed the joyful atmosphere and rushed to bring the sweet potato noodles he had exchanged from Zuojiazhuang.

By the way, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiedi, the third aunt, the third aunt's sister, the third aunt's sister-in-law, the third aunt's brother, the third aunt's cousin, the third aunt's cousin, the third aunt's cousin, the third aunt's

The eldest uncle, the third aunt's second uncle...the third aunt's cousin uncle were all called.

have a meal together.

This meal was considered as repayment of the guests they had invited.

...

Soon, the bluestone in the middle courtyard was piled with various vegetables.

Cabbage, eggplant, green onions, radishes...

The man squatted by the flower pond, smoking and chatting. The woman rolled up her sleeves and washed vegetables under the faucet.

Li Donglai moved a stool, squinted his eyes, and looked at everything indifferently.

...

Silly Zhu is indeed an eighth-level chef. Faced with so many kinds of ingredients, he didn't panic at all.

He slammed the table and the ingredients flew into the air.

A kitchen knife was swung in a dizzying manner.

"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"

All kinds of food ingredients turned into pieces in the air.

It fell into the dustpan held by Xu Damao.

...

At this time, the older children Liu Guangfu, Yan Jiekuang, and Yan Jiefang found some bricks and built a simple stove.

Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiedi, and He Yuyu brought firewood from the cellar.

Liu Haizhong moved the big iron pot from home and placed it on the stove.

He yelled at the top of his lungs: "Fire!"

Qin Huairu, who had been waiting for a long time, struck a match and lit a scrap newspaper.

A grass fire instantly burst into light blue flames.

The flickering flame licked the stick.

Licking, licking, the whole stick was wrapped in it.

The firewood was a little damp, and white foam bubbled out from the roots, with some light green smoke overflowing.

Qin Huairu puffed up her cheeks and blew into the root of the firewood.

The flames suddenly boiled, and green smoke spread out, turning into mist and filling the entire courtyard. The air was filled with the smell of fireworks.

...

The big iron pot soon emitted white smoke.

Silly Zhu poured soybean oil into it and then glared at Xu Damao.

"Thief Sun, it's your turn!"

Xu Damao was rarely angry and shouted loudly: "I'm done with it!"

Pour the vegetables in the dustpan into the large iron pot at once.

...

Yan Bugui squatted by the iron pot and smelled the aroma, swallowing his saliva: "Zhuzhu, what kind of dish is this?"

Silly Zhu scratched his head, thought about it for a long time, and spat out with trembling lips: "Stew in a big pot in the courtyard?"

...

Stewed in a large Siheyuan pot, it was ready in no time.

Under the dark pot lid, bursts of strange fragrance emerged.

This fragrance filled the entire courtyard, gripping everyone's stomachs like a big hand.

It smells so good and I’m so hungry!

Everyone brought bowls from home and stood in front of the iron pot, eagerly waiting.

Silly Zhu opened the lid of the pot under the expectant eyes of everyone.

In the pot, various vegetables, vermicelli and minced meat are mixed together, and the soup is oily and bubbling, making it look mouth-watering.

Silly Zhu's eyes scanned the crowd and landed on Qin Huairu: "Sister Xiao Qin, bring over the bowl. I'll serve a bowl first."

There was only a little bit of meat in the pot, and when it was divided into each person's bowl, it was probably only one or two pieces.

As a professional chef, Silly Zhu has the confidence to fish out ten pieces of meat with one spoon.

Yan Bugui, who was standing next to him, knew about his little plan and said coldly: "Li Donglai came up with this idea. Of course, Li Donglai should serve the food first."

Boss, how is my employee's licking?

Everyone also agreed:

"That's right, it's entirely thanks to Dr. Li that we can all get together to have dinner today."

"Silly Zhu, Qin Huairu has a husband. If you do this, won't Jia Xudong be angry?"

"Jia Xudong is angry? With his incompetence, how can he be angry?"

"I wish I could!"

In the crowd, Jia Xudong's face turned green when he heard the discussion.

Qin Huairu's face turned red to her ears. Damn this stupid Zhu, seducing people in front of so many people.

Too abominable!

She said nonchalantly: "I should let my cousin, the owner of my family, take the food first."

Li Donglai did his duty, took the enamel bowl handed over by Li Xiaomei, and filled a bowl full of vegetables.

Just when Si Zhu was about to take the spoon, Li Donglai picked up Si Zhu's bowl and filled most of the bowl.

"I will send this bowl to my deaf grandma. She is old and has trouble cooking."

After hearing this, everyone kept nodding. Li Donglai was still affectionate and righteous.

Silly Zhu's heart was bleeding, that was my meat, my bowl, and my stir-fried vegetables.

You use it as a favor...

However, he couldn't express his pain.

I could only squeeze out a wry smile: "Oh, brother Donglai is still thoughtful, I was negligent."

...

Li Donglai came to the deaf old lady's house carrying half a bowl of food.

The door was ajar. Knock on the door and push it open gently.

The faint sunlight dispels the darkness in the house, and fine dust floats in the air.

Stepping in slowly, a smell unique to the elderly mixed with the smell of dampness and decay hits you head on.

The pupils suddenly contracted in the darkness, and the vision gradually became clear.

There are blue brick floors, photo frames hanging on the gray and black walls, and an old wooden plaque with mottled red paint, and the words on it can't be seen clearly.

There are several cabinets and a chest of drawers placed in the corner.
To be continued...