Next, try it out.
Pour soybean oil into the pot.
While waiting for the oil to heat up, Song Zhou still shook his head slightly. This method was too slow, so he had to get a liquefied gas tank. Liu Ren from the state-owned hotel should have a solution.
After the oil is hot, put the meat and vegetables into the pot one after another, pick them up at the right time, and cover them with the sauce.
"Erheizi, don't be busy for now. How about you come in and try what I cook?"
"coming!"
As soon as he heard that there was food, Erheizi was very excited. The moment he rushed into the house, the aroma rushed towards him, and his eyes immediately lit up.
"Brother Zhou, what delicious food did you cook?"
"Come on, have a taste."
Erheizi has also eaten fried food, but the most important thing is this kind of sauce, which is full of fragrance in the mouth and has endless aftertaste, which makes people unable to stop.
"Wow...it's so delicious, Brother Zhou. It will definitely sell for a good price."
"These are all yours, keep working after eating."
"Don't worry, Brother Zhou." Erheizi's mouth was full of oil, his cheeks were bulging, and his words were a bit slurred, "You still lack tools at home. I will ride the tricycle to my house later and deliver it to you tomorrow morning. , guaranteed to work.”
Fried food can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year. Not to mention how fragrant it is. Coupled with the secret sauce, Erheizi has a great time eating it.
After he left after eating and drinking, Song Zhou processed the remaining ingredients again, calculating the time before his parents would come back, just in time for dinner.
Not a moment.
"Moo..."
The cow's braying sounded, and his father Song Zhengjun and his mother Yan Huiru came back from the fields. Song Zhou walked out with a smile, but what greeted him was Song Zhengjun's black face.
"Bastard, I heard that you went to Jiang's house today?"
"Dad, if you have something to say, please tell me. I will be disabled after this pole!"
"You bastard, you still said you want to go to college in public?"
"Dad, don't get too excited. It hurts when you hit someone with a fire shovel."
"Don't let me start the topic. Are you saying in front of the villagers that you want to give Xiaoxue a new house, a TV, a refrigerator, a bicycle, a watch and other things? If I don't tear up your nonsense today, No, I am not your father!"
Song Zhengjun threw away the shovel, picked up the feather duster, stepped forward and whipped it skillfully.
"Dad, I'm really not talking nonsense."
"Get out of here, why did I give birth to a person like you who talks so much about things?"
"Stop hitting dad, listen to me."
Song Zhou was circling in the yard, trying to dodge the feather duster with his young body, but he forgot that his father was in his prime now and had strong physical skills. He was pushed to the ground in two or three strokes and received several firm blows on his buttocks, which hurt. Song Zhou shouted.
"Ouch, it hurts. Dad, please stop fighting. I'm really going to do some small business. There's absolutely no problem in getting rich. If you don't believe me, come in and have a look. I'm ready!"
Yan Huiru felt sorry for her son and quickly stopped him.
"Dad, let's go in and take a look first. What if our son didn't lie?"
"There's not a word of truth in this little brat's mouth."
"Then you can't fight anymore. Xiaozhou looks like he's getting a wife, so you have to leave some self-respect for him, right?" Yan Huiru's attitude was firm.
She was just such a son, and when she was hit, it hurt her mother's heart.
Song Zhou stood up and rubbed his butt and said quickly: "Dad, I really didn't lie to you. If you don't believe me, go in and have a look. I gained a lot today."
Song Zhengjun tapped Song Zhou with a feather duster.
The subtext couldn't be more obvious.
If you dare to lie to me, just wait until your butt blossoms.
But as soon as he entered the house, the tangy fragrance rushed to his nose first, and then he saw a pile of grain, oil, rice, noodles, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and other daily necessities on the ground, and his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Son, this...is this all your fault?"
Yan Huiru's face was full of disbelief.
Song Zhengjun immediately took out a small box from the cabinet. After opening it, he found that the land deed inside was not moving at all, and he was relieved.
"Mom, of course my son did this. I even bought two bottles of wine to honor my father."
"But such a lot of things cost forty or fifty. Where did you get so much money?"
Yan Huiru asked subconsciously, while Song Zhengjun stood silently behind Song Zhou, completely blocking Song Zhou's escape route. He gradually tightened his grip on the feather duster and narrowed his eyes slightly. It seemed that he was relaxed, but in fact his muscles were tense.
As long as he found out that Song Zhou was lying, he would definitely be beaten.
"That's it..."
Song Zhou explained the process of how to get money from Liu Ren. He only changed the content slightly, otherwise it would be very troublesome to explain.
"Dad, what I told is the truth. Liu Ren is the manager of a state-owned hotel. If you don't believe me, you can ask him. I definitely didn't lie."
Song Zhengjun heard that it was somewhat credible. He nodded slightly on the surface, but decided to take the time to verify it in his heart.
There's nothing I can do about it, this guy is very brave and can do anything.
Seeing that his father's expression had softened, Song Zhou hurried over and brought over the prepared fried skewers.
"Mom, dad, try what I do. I plan to set up a stall tomorrow and I will definitely make money."
"You kid can also cook?"
Song Zhengjun sneered, how could he know his son's virtues?
Growing up, all he could do was burn a potato, so how could he do it...huh?
It seems to taste pretty good.
"My dear, give it a try."
"Look at your expression. No matter how unpalatable it is, it's still our son's heart. The longer you live, the more you will go back..."
Yan Huiru paused and kept sipping the potatoes in her mouth.
The ordinary potatoes suddenly become rich in flavor after adding this sauce, which can be said to be quite delicious.
"Son, did you make this yourself?"
"Of course, mother, I am doing business seriously based on my ability, I will never mess around."
"Then when do you plan to go to school? Don't forget that you promised to go to college!"
"Dad, after I sell all these things tomorrow, I will go to the school to ask the teacher about the situation, but it is summer vacation now, and I will probably have to wait until school starts in September before I can go to class."
Song Zhengjun picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth. Song Zhou quickly poured the wine he bought for his father.
Taking a sip from the wine glass, Song Zhengjun nodded with satisfaction, agreeing with Song Zhou's statement.
"You can do whatever you want, kid. Anyway, I only have one rule. Don't break the law and commit crimes that will ruin your conscience. Otherwise, you can weigh the consequences yourself."
"My son has really grown up."
