Food: The super chef just wants to set up a stall leisurely

Yunyun took close-up photos of the three kinds of fried skewers and posted them in the “I Love My Home Lao Wen’s Home” family group.

The first person to see the message was Wen Zhiyi’s third son Wen Jin, and his message was pinned in the family group.

"Yunyun, eat less fried food. You are a young girl. Be careful not to become as fat as your mother!"

Wen Jin replied jokingly with a smile.

Then I clicked on the pictures one by one, and when I saw the pictures taken by Yunyun of the golden crispy meat dipped in chili powder, I couldn't sit still.

"Yunyun, where did you buy this? The crispy meat is fried just like it is."

I zoomed in again and saw the familiar TV cabinet at my parents' house.

When I clicked on the next photo, I found that his parents’ slippers were also in the shot.

Wen Jin was stunned and clicked on the camera on his phone. Sure enough, he saw his parents, Yunyun, and a little girl sitting in the living room, eating fried foods.

Wen Jin was immediately furious and was about to open the voice chat to scold, but then he thought about the outsiders and held back.

I turned off the camera and thought about it again and again, and became even more angry.

Last time, Wen Jin was angry for many days because of the photo that Wen Zhiyi took of Fan Guiying sitting on a tree platform and eating fried duck legs.

He called back angrily that day and said a lot of things in a tantrum. At first, Fan Guiying tried to coax him and perfunctorily answer him, saying that he had only eaten a little, it was okay, and that the girl had clean hands and feet.

Later, he kept nagging and preaching, and Fan Guiying lost her patience and said that he was making a big deal out of a trivial matter and causing trouble for no reason.

Wen Jin was so upset that he hung up the phone and called his sister Wen Yulan to complain. However, Wen Yulan just played Tai Chi as usual, trying to comfort him while not disciplining the old couple.

Wen Jin was so angry that he hung up the phone with Wen Yulan and simply ignored her.

It was not until the last two days that Fan Guiying and Wen Yulan called him repeatedly to comfort him, and he thought they really knew they were wrong, and gradually calmed down.

I didn't expect to eat such junk food again in the blink of an eye!

Wen Jinqi was criticized in the family group.

"Mom and Dad, why are you guys doing the same old thing again? I've told you so many times why you won't listen. This stuff contains carcinogens, and you have no idea how it's made. The oil is all gutter oil, and you're old. If something happens to you from eating it, who will we three siblings turn to?

People say that having an old person in the family is like having a treasure. The elderly in other people's families are supposed to be role models for their children. Why do you cause us so much worry every day?

So junk food is so delicious? Is it more important than you staying with us for a few more years? If you..."

Wen Jin posted message after message in the group, getting angrier and angrier.

At the same time, the second son of the Wen family and Wen Jin's daughter also saw the group message. They were very greedy when they saw the photos sent by the eldest sister Yunyun and were about to ask for the address, but Wen Jin started to criticize them and they dared not say a word.

Wen Yulan, who had just finished overtime, opened her mobile phone and saw more than a dozen unread messages in the family group.

The first three were of her baby daughter. When Wen Yulan clicked on the pictures, she saw the shiny brown duck legs, golden crispy meat and bright red tenderloin.

When Wen Yulan was on a video call yesterday, she heard the old man muttering that Zhao Xiaojing was going to come to his house to play. As soon as she saw the appearance of the food, she knew that it was made by the little girl and she couldn't help swallowing her saliva.

Her daughter has already gone home to eat, but she is still working hard in Jiangcheng.

How about taking a vacation and going back?

Wen Yulan was just about to reply with a compliment when she scrolled down and saw her youngest brother throwing tantrums in the group chat.

Wen Yulan rubbed her eyebrows with a headache.

Forget it, I won’t praise you anymore. Just pretend you didn’t see it. A few fried skewers broke Lin Daiyu’s brother’s defense again.

Wen Yulan made a video call directly to Yunyun.

"Mom, you're off work!"

Yunyun picked up the phone, tilted it against the fruit basket, and adjusted the angle so that her grandparents were also framed in the video.

"Where's Xiaojing?" Wen Yulan tilted her head and looked at her.

"Let's go back. It's getting late. The little girl has to get up at around 4 o'clock tomorrow!"

Fan Guiying continued.

"Oh, that's right. I was also saying a few words to her."

"Mom, you don't know, Jingjing's fried food is really delicious. I ate one and a half of the three plates by myself. I have never eaten such delicious fried food! When will you be back, mom? She brought a big bag, and there are still a lot in the refrigerator."

"What are you talking about? You enjoyed your meal, but you posted the photo in the group and made your uncle angry again."

"My uncle told me that my mom is fat, so I have reason to be angry."

Yunyun said nonchalantly.

"Are you angry again? What are you angry about?" Fan Guiying turned her head and asked Yunyun.

"I'm angry at you for eating junk food!" Wen Yulan said helplessly.

"He's angry all day anyway, so just don't call me and chant in my ear, and let him be angry!" Wen Zhiyi said with an impatient frown.

The four people, young and old, laughed and started chatting animatedly again.

On the other side, Zhao Xiaojing returned home and began to reply to the messages in the newly created fried skewers reservation group for tonight.

There are nine people in the group, headed by Li Donglai, and the others are just passers-by who joined in for fun.

When I clicked in, there were already dozens of messages. I took a quick look and they were all asking about the types and prices. Li Donglai had already helped to say that the only types available were duck leg tenderloin and crispy pork, and the price was still waiting for her to decide.

Zhao Xiaojing calculated the cost and decided on a price.

Crispy pork and fried tenderloin are both sold for 30 yuan per pound, and duck legs are 9 yuan each. This price doesn't make much money, but after all, it's not a stall, and it's selling semi-finished products.

Li Donglai was holding his phone and waiting for messages in the group. When he saw Zhao Xiaojing send the price, he immediately started the conversation spontaneously.

"1. Purple Air Coming from the East: 20 duck legs, one pound of crispy meat, and one pound of tenderloin."

Then I directly transferred 240 yuan.

"Boss, can I buy half a pound to try?"

"Boss, can I just buy one duck leg?"

"Boss, can I have half a pound of crispy pork and tenderloin together?"

Other passers-by who had never bought it began to ask.

Zhao Xiaojing replied to all of them. Anyway, it was mainly because she couldn't resist Li Donglai's pleading, so she made it for Li Donglai, and it didn't matter if other people bought more or less.

"2. Distant Mountain Shadows: One duck leg and half a pound of tenderloin."

Then there was a transfer of 24 yuan.

There is a second customer joining the group.

Zhao Xiaojing glanced at everyone and saw that no one had any new questions, so she put down her phone and started practicing basic skills for today.

Holding the pot...posture...

An hour later, Zhao Xiaojing was sweating profusely again.

Today's pot-carrying time has been increased to one minute and twenty-three seconds.

Zhao Xiaojing took a shower with relief, and when she came out she took another look at the group. Four of the nine people had already taken over and transferred the full amount.

Now she has twenty-five duck legs, almost enough for a box. She can go to the wholesale market for this quantity, but there is no pork in the poultry wholesale market, so she has to go back to the vegetable market to buy pork and seasonings, which is a bit troublesome.

Forget it, just take the detour, first to the vegetable market, then the wholesale market, and then to work.

Money has to be squeezed out!

Zhao Xiaojing set the alarm clock forward half an hour.

After that, I turned off the lights and was about to go to sleep when the phone next to my pillow lit up.

That was the cell phone of Zhao Xiaojing’s mother Dong Yuhua.

It has been three years since Dong Yuhua passed away, and Zhao Xiaojing has kept her mobile phone without canceling the number or using it.

My phone is still in the same state as the day Dong Yuhua passed away. The photo album was filled with pitch-black photos that I accidentally took; the oversized fonts that I couldn't see clearly; the desktop that was arranged crookedly...

Zhao Xiaojing doesn't want to change anything, she just tries her best to keep some of the last memories of her mother and look at them occasionally.

Even if her WeChat friends deleted her mother unilaterally, Zhao Xiaojing didn't want to delete her. Even if there were spam messages that had been lying in her text messages for three years, Zhao Xiaojing would still read them again and again.

Zhao Xiaojing picked up her phone and unlocked it, and there was another advertising text message.

Habitually deleting, stubbornly keeping only the status from three years ago.

When I was returning to recharge, WeChat on the desktop had a new number of badges.

Zhao Xiaojing clicked it and took a look.

There are six new message reminders in the third sister's column.

It was Dong Mei. Zhao Xiaojing felt sad. In the past three years, only her third aunt was as stubborn as she was. Only she and her third aunt remembered their mother.

Feeling already sad, Zhao Xiaojing clicked on the message.

"Today is the fifteenth day of the lunar year and I am the only one here. You must be so sorry for me, sister."

"As long as I have your shadow, I am thinking of you all the time. Sister, I miss you."

"Your passing away will be a pain for the rest of my life. I miss you so much these past two years. You are gone, and dad is gone too. I am soaked in tears every day."

"I really want to talk to you. I miss you guys."

"I live in your shadow every day. You are so cruel."

"Sorry sister, I'm still dreaming about it"

Zhao Xiaojing's heart was gripped, and the dull pain that she had tried so hard to calm down for so long suddenly flooded her heart again.

Since Dong Yuhua passed away, Dong Mei would send messages to Dong Yuhua on WeChat every few months.

Sometimes it's just a few words, sometimes it's a long article.

The cell phone was always with Zhao Xiaojing. She would charge it in time when it ran out of battery. She could always see Dong Mei's messages, but she never mentioned it, and Dong Mei never mentioned it either. Three years passed like this.

In fact, Zhao Xiaojing's impression is that Dong Yuhua didn't communicate much with Dong Mei before she fell ill.

Dong Yuhua was gentle, tolerant of everything, and always smiling. Dong Mei, on the other hand, was always frowning, kept her worries to herself, and rarely confided in others, and others didn't dare to confide in her either.

Zhao Xiaojing always thought that there was no strong affection between sisters.

Until Dong Yuhua became terminally ill, all her belongings were sold, and all her relatives avoided her. Only Dong Mei took the initiative to lend money to her several times and helped take care of her.

From then on, the sisters seemed to have suddenly become much closer. Dong Yuhua began to hold Dong Mei's hand and talk about this and that, telling her many stories from the past and her current thoughts. Dong Mei listened patiently and occasionally laughed happily.

It was also at that time that Dong Mei told Dong Yuhua that her husband Zhou Jianye might have a son, but she couldn't find out anything when she checked.

At that time, Dong Yuhua was so angry that she kept calling Zhou Jianye a bastard. Her angry look made Zhao Xiaojing feel that her long-ill mother suddenly had a breath of fresh air.

As a result, Dong Yuhua bid farewell to this world forever the next day.

If her mother were still alive, she wouldn't want to see her and her third aunt end up like this, Zhao Xiaojing thought guiltily.

Since leaving Dong Mei's house that day, the two have never contacted each other again.

On the day Zhao Xiaojing got a salary increase, she kept holding the phone and looking at Dong Mei's number for a long time. She really wanted to tell her, but she never dared to call her.

When will I have the courage to face my third aunt?