Age: My Small World

Chapter 105 Cotton Clothes
"Is this what you called delicious?"

Mr. Hu was carrying a bag of tofu, with a slight twitch of his lips.

"Master, you haven't even tasted it yet, so how can tofu not be delicious?"

Yang Jun walked to the stove in Mr. Hu's house with a natural expression.

Without waiting for the old man to say anything, he took out a match and started to light the fire.

Knowing that Mr. Hu's lunch was average, Yang Jun deliberately did not go to the cafeteria to eat today. Instead, he brought his son here to cook, just in time for the old man to taste his cooking skills.

"Don't set my house on fire, you bastard."

Seeing this, Mr. Hu happily sat down and watched him cook.

"Don't worry, at least you will be fine."

Yang Jun said without turning his head.

It had indeed been a while since Mr. Hu had cooked. The large pot at home was already covered in dust, and it took several swipes with a bamboo pot brush to get it clean.

After clearing it twice more, it was finally finished.

Cooking on a stove is quite troublesome. First you have to cook the rice before you can cook the dishes.

Yang Jun first washed and cooked the rice he brought with him, and then washed the vegetables.

He still had some meat left from the one he had bought before, which was saved from eating from the communal pot these days, but he never had the chance to use it.

I took two pounds of meat and cut it into square pieces.

If there is enough time, you might be able to eat braised pork.

Paired with a plate of fried tofu, the taste is simply amazing.

The rice doesn't cook slowly, it only takes about half an hour.

When the rice was shoveled out, there were pieces of golden rice crust that looked extremely tempting. Yang Jun was not interested in it, but Mr. Hu took it and tasted it.

"Tsk tsk, this thing goes well with wine."

"Boy, I didn't expect your cooking skills to be so good."

Mr. Hu exclaimed in admiration.

"Master, this is just the beginning. You will have to eat your tongue later."

The old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Then I'll wait and see."

Wash the pot, pour in a little soybean oil, then add some white sugar and boil it to make sugar color.

Add water and this is the basis for cooking braised pork.

Due to limited conditions, the meat was simply blanched and the sugar color was also added with cold water, which was quite different.

But when it is taken out of the pot, the tender braised pork is still extremely tempting, and you can tell it tastes good at first glance.

Mr. Hu smelled the scent in the air and couldn't help swallowing.

"What else do you want to eat? Hurry up."

He has already recognized his apprentice's cooking skills, which are much better than his own.

Yang Jun had given him some meat before, but he just simply ate it hotpot. It seemed like a waste.

Yang Jun curled his lips, and a hint of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

After a while, a plate of tofu with the aroma of green onions was brought down from the stove.

"Come on, it's time to eat."

Mr. Hu took the initiative to serve him a bowl of rice, and in front of him was a small wine cup, which contained the Xifeng wine he brought back last time.

“Good food should be paired with good wine.”

After he said this, he couldn't wait to pick up a piece of braised pork and taste it.

“Soft but not mushy, fragrant but not greasy, good!”

These nine words are the best evaluation of this braised pork.

"Master, come and try some tofu."

Yang Jun did not forget the tofu he had worked so hard to grind, and gave a piece to Mr. Hu.

The old man didn't refuse and took it with his chopsticks. After putting it in his mouth and tasting it, he shook his head.

Yang Jun thought that he just didn't like it, because his fried tofu tasted good and was fragrant when paired with rice.

Finally, Mr. Hu said, "I was wrong. Your tofu is very good. It's the best I've ever tasted. Not bad."

Lunch took about an hour and a half, and considering Yang Jun's round trip, he had to hurry back.

Before leaving, Mr. Hu suddenly said, "By the way, you have a letter. Do you want me to collect it for you, or do you want to go by yourself?"

Yang Jun's face lit up with joy: "Master, it's better not to trouble two masters for one thing. Then please help me collect it."

Then he took out another thirty yuan.

"That's all I have on me. I can give it to them as a deposit. If it's still not enough, I'll bring it back tomorrow."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Hu rolled his eyes at Yang Jun: "You are such a spendthrift boy. You just randomly collect things without knowing the market price."

After thinking about it, she sighed again and said to him unhappily, "It won't cost that much to buy jade. Maybe there will be some left. I'll bring it back to you when the time comes."

"Also, be prepared. I'll teach you the basics of jade in a few days, so you don't get scammed without even realizing it."

After all, he is my apprentice. I can cheat him, but I can't cheat others.

Yang Jun became more and more excited. He didn't expect to have so many unexpected gains today.

"Then it's settled, Master."

Fearing that the old man would change his mind, he quickly slipped away.

Behind him, Mr. Hu put away the thirty yuan and wondered how he could get the things back secretly. He didn't want to show up.

As for settling accounts openly between the two, that is basic operation.

As the saying goes, brothers should settle accounts clearly, let alone they have just become master and apprentice.

Mr. Hu didn't have that much money to cover it for him.

Yang Jun's side.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Hu, he wondered whether he should make some delicious food for his mother and second sister to take back.

The food in the village had become dry and watery, so the mother and daughter naturally didn't enjoy eating as much as before. In the past few days, their health had returned to its previous state.

Many people are like this, so they don’t think it’s a big deal.

Yang Jun couldn't accept this. He had finally grown some meat, but how could it be gone just like that? He had to keep it.

But it’s getting late now, so this can only be done tonight.

On the way home from school.

Suddenly, there was a big bag next to Yang Jun, which was bulging with things.

After walking to a place where there were no outsiders, facing Cheng Xiaoyu's somewhat surprised look, he took out a cotton coat and handed it to her.

"Xiao Yu'er, keep this cotton coat indoors. Winter is coming, don't let it get cold."

If you tell her, she might not want it.

"Brother Xiaoshan, what are you doing?"

Cheng Xiaoyu subconsciously took it and returned it to him.

This time, Yang Jun didn't force it on her. Instead, he said slowly, "I didn't say I was giving you this dress. Just owe it to me. We can pay it back together later anyway."

"You yourself are not afraid of the cold, but what about Aunt Ping? Her health is not as good as yours."

"Besides, Aimin is cold too."

Now Cheng Xiaoyu hesitated.

In fact, every family will buy cotton clothes, it’s just a matter of sooner or later.

Some cotton-padded jackets from a few years ago are still available, so they can still keep you warm. Some were just made this year, so they are a bit more difficult to make.

Since Cheng Xiaoyu's family didn't have to pay off their debts this year, they felt a lot more relaxed and could afford some winter clothes.

On weekdays, they try to stay at home as much as possible. Even if they go out, they just put on a few more clothes.

Cotton-padded clothes? Not yet.

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(End of this chapter)