Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

"Gu, Gu Siwei!"

Qiao Yitong saw that Wu Daorong wanted to talk to Gu Siwei, but he obviously didn't know what Gu Siwei's name was, so he introduced him aloud.

"Gu? What generation are you from, Gu Hongming's Gu? Jin Di Gu or Huaicheng Gu?" Wu Daorong asked.

Gu Siwei was stunned when he was asked, and he opened his mouth and said: "Huaicheng Gu, my ancestors came from Huaicheng."

Wu Daorong slapped his thigh: "Isn't this a coincidence? My mother is also a Huaicheng Gu, a fourth generation?"

"I don't know this anymore. To be honest, I know my surname is Gu." Gu Siwei was a little embarrassed.

He is not talking nonsense, but he really doesn’t know his seniority. From now on, everyone will not pay attention to seniority when choosing names.

"We are almost the same generation. Counting from my mother's side, we are still distant cousins," Wu Daorong said with a smile.

This method of talking about relatives directly gave Gu Siwei to Lei Jiao. No matter how he thought, he would never have thought that he and Wu Daorong would suddenly talk about relatives, and they were cousins. This... is too ridiculous. .

Qiao Yitong saw Gu Siwei's embarrassment and wanted to laugh a little, but he still held it back and asked, "Should we avoid it?"

Wu Daorong waved his hand: "No, no, I'm just asking my cousin Siwei if he has time to catch another little wild boar in the next few days. The little pig last time was delicious, and the guests all said it tasted good."

So that’s it!

Gu Siwei felt that he understood: Why do you call me cousin here? Emotions are addictive to eating pork!

"This is actually not easy to catch. Such a small pig must have a sow on its side. It's okay to die, but it would be really hard to live," Gu Siwei said.

Others don't know whether it's easy to catch or not. When Gu Siwei said it was difficult to catch, he only meant one thing: he had to pay more!

Wu Daorong calls him his cousin. He can't stop making money just because of his reputation as a false cousin. Although there don't seem to be many places to spend money now, he still wants tickets.

"The price is easy to talk about. You can just bring it. We are all close friends after all!"

Wu Daorong was very generous this time.

Gu Siwei smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can you say there is such a thing?"

The voiceover of Gu Siwei's words: You must explain clearly.

Gu Siwei didn't believe in this cheap cousin at all.

Wu Daorong was a good person, so he couldn't tell. Seeing Gu Siwei's desperate look for money, he felt a little righteous for a moment, but he couldn't help it. As long as it didn't go too far, he didn't have a choice.

"You can add more, but you have to do it quickly. It is best to deliver it at noon the day after tomorrow. I will add ten kilograms of national food stamps to you based on the last time. Can it be done? Or just ten tubes of noodles," Wu Daorong said.

How could this man be so generous? !

Gu Siwei said nothing more, nodded and said: "Okay, I will deliver it to you in the morning the day after tomorrow. Then we will hand over the pig with one hand and the money with the other."

"Okay, then it's settled." Wu Daorong smiled, but a big stone was put down in his heart.

"Then don't forget."

As if he was afraid that Gu Siwei would forget, Wu Daorong said it twice more before saying goodbye to everyone.

Hu Yanqiu looked at Gu Siwei: "Can you still catch a wild boar alive?"

"Catch him in a trap." Gu Siwei didn't want to talk about it, so he changed the topic: "You know him?"

"We know each other. We used to live in a courtyard with several families! He has always looked like an official since he was a child," Hu Yanqiu said.

Qiao Yitong said with a smile: "He is like this. Although he looks bureaucratic, he is still very serious in doing things and considers the factory. He has a good reputation."

Gu Siwei thought to himself: I believe you, you said that Wu Daorong is a corrupt criminal, but I don't believe him at all. Do you think he is capable enough? Please, look at his wretched appearance. How does he look like a decent person? !

The three of them then talked about Wu Daorong again.

After this incident, the three of them pushed the car to Hu Yanqiu's house.

Entering the house, Hu Yanqiu's mother had already returned home from get off work, but his father had not returned yet.

Hu Yanqiu's elder brother and younger brother are also at home.

My brother is about 24 or 25 years old. His name is Hu Yanming. He is very thin and about medium height. He is about 1.75 meters tall. He wears glasses. He looks polite and not good at talking. He looks like a technical person at first glance.

The younger brother is a little younger. His name is Hu Yanping. He is about the same age as Sicui, but he is much better grown than Sicui. This child is well-nourished. He is fair and chubby. He loves to laugh and is not very talkative. , of course, it could also be that Gu Siwei is a stranger, and the little guy can't let go.

Although he couldn't let go, the little guy still nestled in his sister's arms, listening to Hu Yanqiu, Gu Siwei and Qiao Yitong chatting.

After chatting for a while, Gu Siwei thought that he should find something to do, otherwise it would not be good to let Hu Yanqiu's mother, Aunt Lu, work in the kitchen alone.

So Gu Siwei stood up and came to the kitchen door.

Even if the house at this time was big, the kitchen was not big. The kitchen was less than ten square meters. In addition to a gas bag, there was also a briquette stove.

The stove is made of cement with ceramic tiles on it. This technique will naturally be outdated in later generations, but now it is the most cutting-edge fashion.

Also, gas packs were a new thing at this time, and it was probably only the people in this factory who had them. Maybe even the provincial cities along the coast would not have them now.

To be honest, Gu Siwei was a little surprised when he saw this thing.

"Aunt Lu, what can I do for you?" Gu Siwei asked.

"I don't need your help. Go talk to them. I'll just kill a chicken later," Lu Yihui and Gu Siwei said politely.

As soon as Gu Siwei heard about killing the chicken, he immediately rolled up his sleeves: "Auntie, I'm good at this job!"

He couldn't help but pick up the pheasant whose legs had been tied up. He took the chicken with a knife and a bowl and walked out the door. Even Lu Yihui couldn't stop him.

Killing a chicken is really not a big deal for Gu Siwei. Not to mention the past, now Gu Siwei has to kill one from time to time. Not only does he eat it, but any meat with bones that are hard to chew is also delicious for a bunch of monkeys. .

Carrying the chicken downstairs, holding the wings with one hand, he bent the head of the chicken and grabbed it with the other hand. He pulled off the hair on the chicken's neck to expose the meat on the neck, and then used a knife to directly wipe the neck. First, I used a small bowl to catch the chicken blood, waited for the blood to dry, and then threw the chicken on the ground.

After jumping on the ground twice, the chicken died.

Carrying the killed chicken, Gu Siwei returned to Hu Yanqiu's house and asked Lu Yihui if there was boiling water. When he heard that the boiling water was in the kettle, he began to perm the chicken feathers and plucked them while ironing. After a while, the pheasant was smooth.

Seeing Gu Siwei's skill in handling chickens, Lu Yihui was full of praise, even saying that this job was better than hers.

"Auntie, the chicken is ready, what are you going to do?" Gu Siwei worked very hard at this little job and cleaned the chicken in a short time.

"Fire it!"

Lu Yihui's cooking is really average. To be honest, her cooking is only edible. It doesn't matter how bad it is, but it's impossible to say how delicious it is.

It is understandable that educated women are somewhat deficient in this aspect. After all, they are not dedicated housewives. If they have a job and are able to devote themselves to their work, they will naturally be slightly deficient in taking care of their families.

"How about I cook it? Can you eat spicy food?" Gu Siwei asked.

Lu Yihui smiled and said: "You do it? Our whole family can eat spicy food."

"Then I'll give it a try. Don't mind if I don't do well," Gu Siwei said.

Gu Siwei likes to cook, it can be regarded as a hobby, and it can be regarded as a way to satisfy his own cravings. He used to focus on two things. One was the job of eating, which is machining technology, and he focused on it because it made money. Can feed him.

Another thing is cooking. Being modest is not considered good, but in fact it is still a little conceited.

The most important thing is that when he is upset, focusing on cooking can calm him down and get a delicious meal, which is two birds with one stone.

"Are you okay?!"

At this time, Hu Yanqiu stretched his head and asked.

"It's not bad." Gu Siwei was quite confident.

Confidence comes first from my own craftsmanship, and secondly from the many spices in the kitchen.

Isn't there a saying that people who can't cook often have the most seasonings at home.

"If you do it wrong, it will be a waste of a chicken."

Hu Yanqiu didn't quite believe that Gu Siwei had any good skills.

There are two reasons. First, there are not many men who can cook now. Most men at this time are more or less chauvinistic. Of course, it is not called chauvinism at this time, that is, men do not go into the kitchen or do housework. , this is the job of women.

Secondly, Hu Yanqiu looked at Gu Siwei and felt that this man was a bit arrogant, and he had thin skin and tender flesh, and he didn't look like he could work in the kitchen.

"I'll try my best," Gu Siwei said with a smile.

While chatting with Hu Yanqiu with a smile, Gu Siwei started to chop the chicken with a chopping board.

clang! clang! clang!

After a few cuts, Qiao Yitong came over and praised: "With this skill in chopping the chicken, I know that the chicken you made will not be too bad."

After the chicken was chopped, Gu Siwei washed the pot and while waiting for the oil to heat up, he cut some ginger slices, grabbed a few dried chili peppers, and patted some garlic.

Everything is done, the pot is already hot, heat the pot and cool the oil. When the oil temperature rises to 50%, pour the chicken in directly.

When the chicken was put into the pot, Gu Siwei didn't turn it over in a hurry. He waited until the oil fried the chicken until it turned a little yellow, then turned it over and continued to fry. He watched the chicken pieces fry until they turned a light golden color, and the chicken oil was absorbed. When frying, push the chicken pieces to the edge of the pot, leaving a little space in the middle to put ginger and other things in and saute until fragrant.

Next, add a little white wine and pour it from the side of the pot, add some cumin, pepper, grass fruits and other ingredients and start frying.

Wait for the flavor to come out, add a little green pepper and some garnishes and continue to stir-fry.

There is no drop of water in the whole process, just rely on the steam of the pot to fry the chicken. Finally, add salt, soy sauce, etc. to taste, and finally add a little bit of paste.

When it was ready to be taken out of the pot, the fried chicken was filled with an attractive sauce color, hung with bright juice, green peppers, red peppers, and a little coriander cap, and the whole small soup pot of fried chicken came out of the pot.

Even if they haven't started eating yet, the aroma has lured a bunch of people over.