Dr. Lin, you hurt me.

Subodin immediately zipped up his clothes and looked at Xiao Tang warily, "Why do you want to live in my house?"

"What do you think? Who should I squeeze with? Give me some ideas." Xiao Tang washed the bucket slowly.

"Uh...it seems like there's no one else..."

Subodin thought about it but couldn't find a better choice than his. He definitely couldn't think of the room that Aunt Qinfen and Xiaobao shared.

The boss and Dr. Lin? The boss was the first one to disagree with Xiao Tang moving into Dr. Lin’s room, so he was the only one left.

Su Boding originally wanted to struggle and persuade Xiao Tang to stay in another homestay in the village. But just as he was about to speak, Lin Feng came with boiled water.

"Be careful! Be careful! The boiling water is coming!" A large pot of boiling water was poured into the bucket, and steam rose instantly.

Without saying a word, Xiao Tang threw the duck into the bucket, stirred it with his bare hands, and when he picked up the duck, his hands were burned red.

"Isn't it hot?" Subodin looked at the red arm and was so scared that he forgot what he was going to say.

Xiao Tang did not answer his question, but quickly removed all the duck feathers and cleaned the duck under the tap. He then took out a flame spray gun from somewhere, singed the duck's feathers, and cleaned it again.

Xiao Tang pulled out a knife from his waist and gutted the duck.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Lin, please bring me a few larger bowls, as well as salt, flour, and starch."

With a light cut of the knife, the internal organs were exposed.

Su Boding was obviously frightened, and this method directly discouraged him from wanting Xiao Tang to live outside. What a joke, he would rather move out himself than let Xiao Tang move out.

"Xiao Tang, this is a dagger, right? It should be a controlled knife..." Although Su Boding was afraid, he couldn't help but be curious.

"It's just a boning knife." Although the procedure for using this boning knife when taking public transportation is a bit cumbersome, it is not a controlled knife and will not cause you unnecessary trouble. It is also quite convenient to use in daily life.

A strong man never complains about the environment, so in the city, he usually carries an umbrella with him. This time when he went to the mountains, he brought a boning knife.

Lin Feng not only brought flour and starch, but also a bag of cooking wine and salt.

When Xiao Tang saw the things Lin Feng had brought, he just replied, "You are also very professional."

"You're using a boning knife?" Lin Feng put everything away and then saw the beautiful knife in Xiao Tang's hand.

"Doctor Lin, you are an expert."

"I'm more accustomed to using a scalpel. I'll go get the knife and help you remove the internal organs." Lin Feng looked at the lean duck and felt a little itchy.

The slender fingers holding the scalpel flew up and down. In such a bloody scene, the blood gradually disappeared and only the quick, accurate and ruthless cutting and delicate peeling could be seen.

So, the internal organs that Xiao Tang could have taken out in five seconds took Lin Feng half an hour to finish under the scalpel.

I have to say that it was indeed peeled very cleanly and placed in the bowl according to their categories.

Xiao Tang cleaned the internal organs with spices and soaked the duck in water with ginger.

Zhang Yan was tired of standing. He watched the two people working in harmony to deal with the duck. The more he watched, the more he felt that he was useless. He went back to lie on the recliner. They were so capable, so he let them do the work. He just had to wait for the food.

He is the boss and he hired them with his own money, so he should let them work and he should rest.

however……

While Xiao Tang was still packing the ducks, Subodin sneaked back to his room to clean up. He was afraid that Xiao Tang would throw out all the things in his room.

But most of those things were not his own, but his boss Zhang Yan's. Those things were obviously expensive, and he couldn't afford to pay for them.

By the time Aunt Qinfen had coaxed Xiaobao to sleep, the duck was already cooking in the casserole, and the electric rice cooker next to it was stewing duck intestines, duck gizzards, duck eggs and other foods.

You guys are making braised dishes, wait, I have a piece of beef shank here, let’s cook it and eat it.

Aunt Qinfen took out rice flour, glutinous rice flour, honey, lard and other ingredients and prepared to make osmanthus cake.

It just so happened that the red bean soup in the pot had bloomed. I kept half of it for later use, and poured the other half into a blender, added a large piece of old rock sugar, and blended it into red bean paste.

Put the beaten red bean paste in a frying pan and stir-fry it with lard to make red bean paste.

Also soak some osmanthus flowers in honey.

"Do you want the one with red bean paste filling or the one with honey filling?"

"Only children make choices, adults want both. Auntie, I want to eat them all." Subodin spoke first.

"Okay, I'll do it for you."

Aunt Qinfen mixed the two flours in proportion and added a small amount of water to make wet flour. She spread the rice flour in a steamer with a gauze cloth, and then added red bean paste or osmanthus honey, then another layer of rice flour, and finally sprinkled with dried osmanthus flowers and steamed it.

A group of people were crying out for food, looking eagerly at Aunt Qinfen as she made osmanthus cake for them.

The only thing missing is a rice bowl in front of him.

When the osmanthus cake was steamed, Xiaobao just woke up. Several people, both children and adults, were scrambling to eat the osmanthus cake.

"I want to eat a lot, a lot. These are all mine." Xiaobao was even more proud, holding a piece of osmanthus cake in one hand and eating with both hands.

"Okay, Xiaobao, you can't eat anymore. If you eat any more, you won't have dinner later. We'll have Xiaobao's favorite beef tonight." Aunt Qinfen was a little worried when she saw Xiaobao's expression, afraid that she would eat too much and have indigestion.

"Is it delicious?" Seeing Zhang Yan eat several pieces of osmanthus cake, Lin Feng quickly took a glass of water and handed it to him. Is he really a young master from a rich family? How come he looks like he has never eaten good food? Aunt Liu usually makes a lot of exquisite small cakes.

“It’s delicious. I’ve never eaten it before.”

"How could that be? This is just an ordinary Chongyang cake. Don't you celebrate the Double Ninth Festival?" Lin Feng was a little surprised. Zhang Yan had never eaten such an ordinary thing.

"Sometimes we can't even get enough people together for the Spring Festival, so how can we celebrate the Double Ninth Festival... Is the Double Ninth Festival coming soon?" Zhang Yan usually doesn't pay much attention to these traditional festivals, but he seemed to have seen it mentioned in an event planning book a while ago.

No matter whether it is Western festivals or traditional Chinese festivals, Zhang Yan's understanding of them is limited to the event planning of shopping malls and brands. He is not interested in the origins and allusions of these festivals. Only event planning that can make money is good planning. Those cultural backgrounds are just to make the products sell more at a higher price.

"Tomorrow, tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival. On the Double Ninth Festival, people go up high and drink chrysanthemum wine. Auntie doesn't have chrysanthemum wine, but she does have rice wine."

Listening to what Lin Feng said, it seemed very interesting. Zhang Yan decided to celebrate an old man's festival - Double Ninth Festival during his youth.

The purpose of all festivals is to bring people together and spend a day happily.

Everyone sat in the kitchen and played games in a team. At this time, they were not presidents or doctors, not drivers or assistants. They were just a group of ordinary young people, doing meaningless things together and spending an afternoon together.

The aroma of food wafts out from each pot, which is probably what the book calls the smell of life.