Make a living

Zheng Haichuan fastened his apron, put the mobile phone plugged into the power bank in the corner of the kitchen, and then let go of it to start cooking.

He hung the vegetable bag on the doorknob, and inside was a whole chicken that had just been slaughtered.Zheng Haichuan found a stainless steel basin, took the chicken out and put it in, and poured out the county liver that he had specially asked for from the butcher before putting it in the sink to rinse.

The blood and impurities were almost washed away. Zheng Haichuan chopped the chicken into large pieces on the chopping board, and then used the last cleaning water to stamp the stainless steel basin containing the chicken on the stove.

Unscrew the gas tank placed under the stove, turn on the fire, and blanch the chicken.

When the water boiled, he swiftly took out a piece of ginger and unfinished green onions from the small vegetable basket by the window, and cut the ginger and green onions.There was still a bag of vegetables hanging on the doorknob, which were several kinds of mushrooms. After washing them, Zheng Haichuan made a cross with a knife and put them aside for later use.

"If you want chicken soup to be stewed fragrant, you can fry it and then boil it."

"When you buy chicken, don't throw away the chicken oil. Like me, put it in a pot and boil it first, add green onion and ginger, stir fry the chicken for a few turns, and then put it in the pressure cooker to stew."

"I'll give you a guarantee! If it doesn't taste good, come find me!"

Zheng Haichuan said so without stopping his movements.

His arms, which have been doing strenuous work all the year round, are very strong. He picked up the iron frying pan with one hand, and the fried chicken nuggets were easily poured into the silver-white pressure cooker as the frying pan tilted.

Dong dong dong, there was a strong sound of bouncing.

Zheng Haichuan washed the frying pan, then wiped his wet hands on the apron, reached out to pick up the mobile phone at the corner of the table, and switched to another angle to shoot.

The rear camera of the mobile phone is facing the mouth of the pressure cooker from the person.

Zheng Haichuan took out an earth green boiling water bottle from the corner, and poured tons of water into the pressure cooker, and the first-person camera watched the boiling water pour into the pot.When the water was enough, the boiling water bottle was put back against the wall, and that hand picked up the washed mushrooms again, and sprinkled them into the pot like dumplings.

"It's done! You can drink it after stewing for half an hour!"

Putting the lid on the pot, Zheng Haichuan made a concluding statement, and then put the phone back on the table and pointed it at himself.

"Just now I tore off the chicken breast first, and now I'll make the shredded chicken in cold sauce," he smiled at the camera, and opened the refrigerator, "There's just a piece of cucumber left, and some peanuts I brought back from my hometown earlier rice!"

"I dug out these peanuts from the ground. It's all natural and pollution-free. It's all fertilized by our family."

This sentence was very natural, but Zheng Haichuan stopped immediately after speaking.

He patted his mouth a little annoyed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot again! I don't speak well, everyone just listen to it, please don't report me again!"

"I haven't researched how to cut this clip yet. If I do, I will definitely cut that sentence out!"

He punched the camera as if begging for mercy.

This is actually Zheng Haichuan's conditioned reflex after being complained.

He had a video before, and within a few days after it was released, it was prompted by the platform to take it off the shelves.Zheng Haichuan studied for a long time, and then called to ask the artificial customer service, only to find out that some viewers complained about his vulgar language.

Zheng Haichuan read the things he recorded many times, and finally found out that he mentioned "shit" in it after being reminded by his workers.

To be honest, Zheng Haichuan felt aggrieved.

Life is alive, how can we live without shit and fart?Why not mention it?

But after all, he still has to count on these audience masters to pay attention, praise and reward. Zheng Haichuan can only learn a lesson by himself, and make up his mind to pay attention when shooting videos in the future, and stop mentioning these things that make people uncomfortable watching 'Vulgar words'.

"He Miaoer, eat!"

The aroma from the pressure cooker was sizzling, and Zheng Haichuan poured the freshly splashed spicy oil on the shredded chicken.Once the shredded cucumber is spread and the peanuts are sprinkled, the red, white and green are mixed together, which looks spicy and refreshing.

The little boy who was lying on the floor of the living room playing with building blocks heard the call and immediately got up by himself.

He ran to the kitchen to pick up the dish from Zheng Haichuan, but he couldn't reach his uncle's height.Zheng Haichuan cheerfully picked him up, and put the plate on the dining table firmly with the other hand.

"Go, wash your hands! Do you still remember what Dad Yao told you?"

Zheng Jiahe said obediently: "Wash your hands before meals, live to 99~"

"Yes!" Zheng Haichuan put him on a small stool by the sink and stood there, picked up the soap and rubbed his two little hands, and praised, "Our Xiaohe Miaoer is really smart!"

Shy dimples appeared on the face of the skinny little boy, staring seriously at the big palm under the faucet.

He thought: He is not very good.Yao Dad is amazing!

After washing their hands, the two of them also went to the dinner table.

Zheng Haichuan didn't pick up the chopsticks to eat immediately, but put away the mess on the wooden table first, and carefully placed the bowl on the table at an angle.

Although the arrangement is not very good-looking, at least it looks like a dinner.

"Crack."

He took a photo from top to bottom, then put his phone aside, and called his nephew to eat.

During this period, Zheng Jiahe also obediently sat in his seat without moving.

He knew that Dad Yao was shooting a video.Take them in and get paid for it.If you have money, you can eat enough!

"He Miao'er, drink more soup. Soak the rice in it, it's hard to eat."

Zheng Haichuan took a few mouthfuls of rice by himself, and then began to pick up vegetables for his nephew.He put the chicken legs and wings into Zheng Jiahe's bowl, as well as the shiitake mushrooms inside, "Eat the vegetables too."

"Well, Dad Yao eats too!"

Today's dish was the most sumptuous meal for the uncle and nephew this week. Zheng Jiahe ate very deliciously, burying his little head and muttering about the dry rice.

He is actually almost 4 years old, but his body nutrition can't keep up, and his physique doesn't look as big as those well-raised two- or three-year-old dolls outside.Zheng Haichuan looked distressed, and after taking over the child, he has been trying every means to nourish him.

But life in Pengcheng was more difficult than he imagined. When he came out, the money in his pocket had already bottomed out, and now he was spending one piece in two, so he could only feed his children as well as he could.

"There is a lot of stewed soup today, and there is still meat in the pot. Tomorrow night, we will have chicken noodle soup, do you want it?" Zheng Haichuan ate today's food, and by the way, arranged tomorrow's meal in advance.

And Zheng Jiahe raised his head from the bowl when he heard the words, and said happily: "Yes! The noodles cooked by Yaoba are also delicious!"

"Is there anything else you want to eat? I'll buy some after get off work tomorrow."

Zheng Jiahe pursed her lips and shook her head, holding the bowl and said, "Enough."

Zheng Haichuan felt uncomfortable with his nephew's sensible appearance, but he didn't show it on his face.He just rubbed the hair on the head of his little nephew in the rice bowl, picked up another piece of meat that had been stewed softly with chopsticks, and stuffed it into the kid's bowl.

"Okay everyone, today's video is here."

"I am Da Chuan who works hard to earn money, I wish you all get rich every day!"

"If you like my video, you can give it a like, a follow, I will try to update it every day!"

"Bye-Bye!"

After eating, Zheng Haichuan also waved his hand to end the recording of the video.

He drove his little nephew back to the living room to play, and he took the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen to clean up.After tidying up these things, Zheng Haichuan took the dirty clothes he wore for work today and his nephew's dirty panties and socks to the toilet.

He rolled up his underpants, bare his upper body, took a basin of water and squatted in the toilet to wash his clothes.

Although summer has not yet arrived, Zheng Haichuan works on the construction site and sweats profusely every day.If the stinky sweat is not washed, the next day may be smothered to death.If he is too lazy to wash a few days later, he will have no clothes to wear again.So Zheng Haichuan is also used to washing clothes every day.It's not troublesome if they are all thin shirts and vests. After rubbing them a few times and rinsing them with water a few times, they will basically be clean.

It's just that these housework, in many families, are undertaken by women.Or mothers, or wives, some of them are willing to contribute to the family, and some have to do these things because of their status and role.But after all, in the eyes of ordinary people, this should not be done by a man in his prime.

But Zheng Haichuan seemed to be very handy in doing these things, and he didn't reject him at all.

One is that his family has had few female members since childhood.Except for the mother, all of their brothers are men.Therefore, in addition to doing farm work since childhood, Zheng Haichuan had to help feed the pigs, cut firewood and cook at home. He was used to doing many housework by himself.

The second is that he doesn't have the condition to be picky and picky.Now that there are difficulties in his hometown, he still brings this baby with him, and he has to count every penny carefully. Can he do the work himself without spending money, just washing and cooking, isn't it much easier than moving bricks and steel bars?

Zheng Haichuan really regards doing these things as a kind of relaxation.

He hummed a song, took a spoonful of washing powder from the laundry bag and sprinkled it on his collar.

The muscles on the wheat-colored arms swelled naturally, and it was effortless to rub the clothes. As the dirty water seeped out of the fabric, the foam in the basin became more and more, many of which stained his arms and chest superior.

Zheng Haichuan wiped it indifferently, turned on the faucet, and soaked the clothes in the basin several times until the water became clear.

After washing, he took off his pants and hung them on the doorknob, and drenched himself in the cold water from the tap.

Having worked all year round, my body is healthy, but I started to shiver when I was washed by cold water, and I soon got used to it.Zheng Haichuan took a quick battle bath with soap, and then took a clean towel to wipe off the water droplets on his body at will.

He is strong but not fat, because he has eaten less oil and water recently and even the waist of his trousers is looser, but the flesh on his body is still tight.Especially the two muscles in front of the chest are bulging, and it looks like they have done a lot of carrying work on weekdays.

Because of being stimulated by the cold water, the two small granules on the top were obviously raised at this time, and they could be clearly seen when Zheng Haichuan put on the vest.

But there was only him and a four-year-old baby in this house. Zheng Haichuan didn't realize it, and no one appreciated the beauty, and soon disappeared in the dim light.

After drying the washed clothes outside the window, Zheng Haichuan used the mop in the toilet to get wet, and mopped the whole house by the way.

It was ninety o'clock, Zheng Haichuan boiled a pot of water, and when the water boiled, he called his little nephew to wash up.

One big and one small stood in the old kitchen, brushing left and right, cleaning their faces and mouths, and then went to bed together.

This is Zheng Haichuan's daily life.

Get up in the morning, cook, go to work.

Go home at night to buy vegetables, cook, do laundry, mop the floor, and take care of my little nephew to sleep.

After everything was done, he had time to lean on the head of the bed, manipulating his slightly clumsy fingers, and editing the recorded videos together.

Although no one is watching.

There is no profit yet.

But every time he clicks on the homepage of the platform and sees all the works that he shoots, edits and uploads entirely by himself, and sees every little heart that lights up, Zheng Haichuan is still very happy.

There is a sense of satisfaction that cannot be compared to working on a construction site.