Big Brother's Little Sheep

The author has something to say: the plot of the second part follows the first part completely, it may be a bit difficult if you haven't watched the first part.

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Hainanese chicken rice is delicious, but not easy to cook.

Especially the "Hainanese chicken rice made by my mother" named by Yu Xin.

Yang Zhen tried seven or eight times, and finally worked out.

On a hot day, he was busy in the kitchen with his upper body shirtless.The exhaust fan whirred, and he was still sweating profusely.

The chicken was already cooked, so he boiled the chicken oil in the pot, poured the rice into it and stir-fried.The sticky aroma came out with the rustle of the hot pot, and he immediately put the rice into the rice cooker.

Yu Xin doesn't like to eat greasy food, so the Hainanese chicken rice he wants must not be too oily.

But for chicken rice, the focus is on chicken oil and chicken broth.Yang Zhen thought of a lot of ways, and finally found a way that is not too oily: stir-fry for ten minutes, and add two drops of lemon juice to the rice when serving.

Yang Zhen shook the oily rice, poured in the water for boiling the boiled chicken, threw in a few slices of green onion and ginger, and closed the lid.

The meal for two is small, so it is well cooked.

After he finished frying a dish of choy sum and put the boiled chicken on the plate, the rice cooker jumped up.

Yang Zhen pushed open the door of the kitchen, and the aroma that had been locked inside gushed out all at once.Yu Xin was squatting at the door watching "Fashionable Men's Clothes", when she was hooked by the scent, she immediately ran over.

"It's so fragrant!" He moved his nose and licked his mouth with his tongue.

Yang Zhen handed him the plate containing boiled chicken and choy sum, and turned around to lift the lid of the rice cooker.

The white smoke mixed with the aroma of rice and chicken rushed towards his face ferociously.

Yang Zhen let out a long sigh of relief.He liked this moment, like opening an unknown treasure.

Each piece of rice is full and oily.The flavor of the chicken melts in the chicken oil and soup, all seeping into the rice grains during the steaming process.The rice is fully swollen because of these extra gifts, and their original aroma blends with the taste of the chicken, which is a seamless one.

Yu Xin couldn't wait any longer, walked into the kitchen, picked up the bowl and was about to serve the rice.

Yang Zhen took out the onion and ginger slices from the rice and threw them away, and poured some chicken sauce into the sauce dish.

"Last time I watched TV, there was a kind of sauce called sand crab juice, have you heard of it?" Yu Xin asked him while scooping up rice, "It is said to be used for dipping boiled chicken, it is very delicious."

Yang Zhen glanced at him: "It's better than my unique secret sauce?"

"That's definitely not possible." Yu Xin replied immediately, "Sand crab juice or something, no matter how delicious it is, it will come second."

Yang Zhen snorted and went out with the plate.

He once had an awkward fight with Yu Xin who didn't know how to classify it.

Later, after spending a lot of effort, I made a roast chicken with honey sauce for Yang Zhen, and finally coaxed him well.

Now Yu Xin is happily sitting across from him to eat, Yang Zhen is absent-mindedly chewing on the chicken, thinking about when he will mention to Yu Xin about going to live in his house again.

Yu Xin squeezed a sliced ​​lemon, and dripped two drops of lemon juice on the rice with a sense of ritual.

Yang Zhen didn't like lemon juice. He felt that the chicken rice he made was already the best in Desheng Street and even in the city. Any additional seasoning would be an insult to his craftsmanship.

Of course Yu Xin can do this.Yu Xin could insult his craftsmanship at will, but Yang Zhen didn't dare to protest.

"There is a Hainanese chicken rice restaurant in the city center." Yu Xin said, "They will de-bone the chicken, so you don't have to spit out the bones when you eat it."

"What's the name of a white chicken without bones?" Yang Zhen said, "The real white chicken has a little bit of blood in the bones, so it tastes tender and fragrant."

"However, no one will specifically gnaw the bones of the chicken, and it's very convenient to eat without bones." Yu Xin said again, "Do you want to make boneless ones next time?"

Yang Zhen: "No."

Yu Xin: "Oh..."

He sighed this tone word with twists and turns, leisurely.

Yang Zhen pinched the bridge of his nose: "Okay, I'll give you a deboning."

Yu Xin smiled until her teeth were exposed, and graciously picked up a piece of the most tender and delicious chicken breast for him.

Because the business was cold, the two ate this lunch for an hour, but not a single customer came to the door.

At the intersection of Desheng Street, there was a notice from the Demolition Office. It was pasted several times, and it was also torn down several times.

Everyone in Desheng Street had read the notice, and the demolition office, together with the developer, had several meetings with them.But almost every elderly person feels that the place where the demolition and resettlement is resettled is too far away.Young people like Yu Binbin think it is very suitable: the price of that position will definitely increase in the future.

Yang Zhen thought that Yu Xin would be very sad and reluctant, but Yu Xin never shared her thoughts with him.

He stopped teaching the children how to make cans, and left the collection of protection fees to Yu Binbin, while he spent all day in Yang Zhen's chicken shop, and went upstairs to sleep when he was full.

"How about this weekend?" Yang Zhen asked, "Will you go?"

"It's something." Yu Xin replied.

Yang Zhen gritted his teeth: "Yu Xin!"

Yu Xin looked up at him, then continued to focus on the white chicken.

"You don't need to be so polite. I know your villa is beautiful." He said, "If I go to live, I have to pack my luggage, which is troublesome."

"No need. I have everything at home, you just need to bring your bags and move in." Yang Zhen said immediately.

Yu Xin hesitated: "Shall I pay you for food and protection?"

Yang Zhen: "No need."

Yu Xin: "Are you taking care of me?"

Yang Zhen: "Yes, can I?"

Yu Xin: "Don't you want it? I'm so cheap, I'm very embarrassed if you say you can support me."

Yang Zhen was furious.He was serious, but he had no intention of responding.

"Then let's take a look at the head office?" He changed his approach, "You can treat it as a visit to a friend's house, can you?"

Yu Xin sucked a little bit of meat from the chicken wings, and looked at Yang Zhen with round eyes.

"The bed in my house is very big, you can roll it however you want." Yang Zhen lowered his voice, "And no matter how loud the movement is, there will be no sound."

Yu Xin raised her eyebrows and narrowed her eyes.

After Yang Zhen persuaded him for so long, he finally saw a little bit of interest on his face.