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

Zhang Ping was really embarrassed when she saw Mu Yang carrying down the new year's goods one by one after taking down the chicken.

"Teacher Zhang, I'm not polite. Just treat this place as my home. I'm going to kill the chicken first." After Mu Yang finished speaking, he carried one of the roosters to the kitchen on the first floor.

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

Find a pot to boil water, pick up the chicken's neck, pull out the down on the chicken's neck in twos and twos, pick up a kitchen knife, cut the chicken's neck in one go, let the blood drain for a while, wait until the rooster's legs are straightened and no longer twitching.

Throw it in the yard, flap its wings a few times and it's done.

Find a plastic basin with just enough water to boil, and pour some hot boiling water into the basin.

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

Pour away the warm water, then put in hot boiling water, grab the chicken feet, put the chicken into the boiling water basin, shake it a few times, pick it up, and pull out the most difficult wing feathers. When you feel it can be pulled out, then scald the chicken feet.

Leave the chicken for a longer time until it can peel off the skin, no longer let the chicken soak in boiling water, and then start plucking the hair.

Zhang Ping and her daughter stood at the threshold and watched, realizing that this boy was really nimble with his hands and feet, even better than her father.

Zhang Ping also had the illusion 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 brought tea leaves from upstairs and prepared to make tea for Mu Yang. Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, the chickens were all killed, their hair was plucked, and their internal organs were being cleaned.

When Mu Yang saw his father-in-law, he laughed and said hello: "Uncle, you're welcome, I will treat this as my home.

You have to let me show you something at noon today. You have been working hard all year round. It is rare for you to have a few free days. Let's take a break and drink tea.

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

Song Jian was embarrassed.

When a guest comes, he kills the chicken himself and goes to the kitchen. Whose house is this?

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

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

Zhang Ping laughed and saw her husband looking at her and said in a low voice: "Look at what I am doing. You have to ask your good daughter where to find a good son-in-law. He is good at both working and praising people."

"Mom, is my taste good?" 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.

Your dad and I hate people who only brag and don't do real things. Just by his action of killing chickens, it seems that he does a lot of farm work."

"Hey, let's observe more first." Zhang Ping sighed. She really didn't know whether it was good or bad for her daughter to meet Mu Yang. She was most afraid that Mu Yang would provoke other women outside. Anyone who could stand his mouth could be coaxed away.

stand up.

"Am I really sitting here and not going to help?" Song Jian asked embarrassedly.

Zhang Ping glanced at her and said: "Sit down, with your three-legged cat cooking skills, you will only get in the way if you go in!"

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

"oh."

Song Xuelu left the living room, it was okay to do something, so that Mu Yang would not be busy alone, which was really embarrassing.

Zhang Ping deliberately put her daughter away and chatted with her husband in a low voice, doing some miscellaneous things for a while?

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

At this time, Mu Yang put on his apron and started parallel combat mode.

After cleaning the chicken, he trotted to the car. Within a minute, he took out some vegetables, onions, garlic, and a piece of fish from the car. The fish he had bought at the fish stall before he came here.

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 condiments had been washed and they were waiting for Mu Yang to come and start cooking. Unexpectedly, Mu Yang started cooking on his own.

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

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

Song Xuelu helped get the bowls and chopsticks and set the food before calling her parents over.

Song Jian looked at a table of sumptuous dishes and praised while washing his hands: "Xiaoyang, your skills are pretty good, much better than uncle's."

Mu Yang put on his apron and asked the three of them to sit down first. He arranged the dishes and chopsticks while saying, "Thank you for your praise, uncle. Now that he is busy with national affairs, it is normal for him to neglect his cooking skills occasionally. The real cooking skills are probably not comparable to those of ordinary chefs.

Otherwise, how could a family be so well maintained?"

Zhang Ping said coldly: "It's not a major national event, it's just a trivial matter."

Mu Yang said seriously: "The country emphasizes putting the people first. The country is composed of tens of millions of small families. Only by taking care of the trivial matters of small families can we take care of the big things."

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

"I don't usually drink, but I drink more when I'm with my uncle." Mu Yang opened a bottle of Moutai, filled a small glass for him personally, and then filled it himself.

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

Her voice was slightly softer, but her parents still heard her.

"It's okay. It's rare for my uncle and I to see true love. When we're drunk, we usually call each other brothers." Mu Yang teased.

"Haha, it's true that Xiaoyang still knows how to deal with the world. Come on, Xiaoyang, let's get some New Year's cheer first." Song Jian laughed when he heard this, and picked up the wine glass without the gesture of an elder.

"Okay, uncle." Mu Yang joked unceremoniously. In his previous life, he was used to the character of his father-in-law and his mother-in-law, so he was relaxed and made the mother and daughter giggle.

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

Mu Yang was given half a kilogram of Maotai wine, and his head was a little dizzy and his face was slightly red. Zhang Ping refused to let her husband pour him any more wine.

At the table, Song Jian and his wife did not ask about Mu Yang's family matters. They had already asked their daughter what they should have asked. They just observed Mu Yang's character to see if he would show off as a young boss despite his slight achievements.

If you are an ordinary young person, you will be very arrogant after you achieve something.

But I never expected that this young man had killed chickens and cooked them himself. He understood the ways of the world and was very good at observing people's words and expressions.

At the dinner table, Mu Yang didn't say any ambitious words. He didn't even mention the business matters. He just treated himself as a good kid.

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

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

Mu Yang lay on the bed and slept from two o'clock in the afternoon to five o'clock in the afternoon when he woke up. His head was much clearer. He turned around and saw Xue Lu sitting at the desk reading quietly.

I looked around my girlfriend's room. There was a fresh fragrance on the bed. The room was very clean and tidy, and there were all kinds of study materials on the desk.

"Yangyang, you're awake. It's all my fault that my father is an alcoholic and has no sense of propriety." Song Xuelu pouted, still blaming her father.

Mu Yang smiled and said: "It's okay, it's rare for me to have a happy drink with my dad."

Song Xuelu patted him on the shoulder and scolded him: "You, sometimes you just can't keep your mouth shut."

"It's getting late, I should leave. It's really not good to stay any longer." Mu Yang didn't dare to stay. Even though he had a happy chat with his father-in-law and mother-in-law today, he would definitely be kicked out in the evening.

Song Xuelu asked him again if he was dizzy. After he felt okay, he went to tell his parents.

When Mu Yang went downstairs, he met his mother-in-law and said with a smile: "Teacher Zhang, it's a little dark, I'll go back first."

"It's already five o'clock, Xiaoyang, let's have dinner first and then go back." Zhang Ping said politely.

"It's really no trouble. My mother called me. There's a meal waiting for me at home. I'll have a drink with my uncle and have fun. I don't think I can go back tonight. It's not appropriate."

"Well, come and play when you have time." Zhang Ping really didn't want to keep him, so she agreed to her daughter's relationship with Mu Yang, and she already recognized this son-in-law in her heart.

But time is still long, so there is no rush to express too many opinions.

Mu Yang gave Song Xuelu the big red envelope given by his mother, saying that it was given by his parents, so Song Xuelu had no choice but to accept it.

He brought a lot of new year's goods, but his mother-in-law also gave him a lot of gifts in return and stuffed him with two red envelopes.

Seeing his mother-in-law moving out so many things, he felt a little headache. They refused back and forth, but he accepted some.

Song Xuelu stood at the gate and watched the car go away. She 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 bit thick, so she took them over and opened them: "One thousand yuan per envelope. Alas, your father and I gave Xiaoyang too little. Each envelope only costs 200 yuan."

"Mom, Yangyang won't care about this."
Chapter completed!