Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Dad, you cooked meat dishes? Why did you cook meat dishes? Are the dishes you cooked edible?" Bang Geng ignored Jia Dongxu's words and asked this question when he saw Jia Dongxu cooking.

"Jia Geng, do you want to be beaten? You don't have to eat if you don't want to." Jia Dongxu was angry. What do you mean the food I cooked is edible? Jia Geng, this bastard, really doesn't know how to talk.

"Banggeng, you can't talk like that. You'll easily get beaten, you know? Your father works hard and should be respected. What's more, he has a talent for cooking and he's doing quite well now. Dongxu is much better at cooking than he is at being a fitter. If he takes the chef exam now, he will be almost at the level of a level 10 chef and can be a cook in a small unit. This is a real skill," said Zhang Dabao, touching Banggeng's head.

“But my dad’s cooking isn’t as delicious as my uncle’s. Look, Seventh Uncle, there’s meat and fish today, they’re all good stuff. It’s a bit of a waste if my dad doesn’t cook,” Bang Geng explained.

"Jia Geng" Jia Dongxu straightened up with the spatula in his hand. It looked like Bang Geng would be beaten if he said anything else.

"Why is Dongxu angry with a kid? He is telling the truth. If you practice more, you will be stronger than Zhuzi, right?" Zhang Dabao said.

"Seventh Uncle, can I be better than him? He is a professional chef and I am a postman." Jia Dongxu was a little speechless.

"Just practice hard. Didn't I say you have talent? If you practice hard, you will definitely be stronger than him one day. Banggeng, eat some dates. They are very sweet. Wash them under the faucet before eating. Don't let Xiaodang eat them. She can't bite them, and it will be troublesome if she swallows them." Zhang Dabao turned and went into the house, filled half a basin with dates, and gave Banggeng some instructions.

Banggeng saw the dates and happily went to wash them.

Zhang Cuihua and others also came back, and the whole backyard became lively again.

During the meal, Zhang Dabao called Xu Damao and Lou Xiaoe and brought out two Dezhou braised chickens from the house.

"Da Biao, is this roast chicken?" Lou Xiao'e was a worldly-wise person.

"Yes, authentic Dezhou Braised Chicken, try it." Zhang Dabao motioned for everyone to have a taste and gave Jingshu and Banggeng a chicken leg each.

"It's so delicious. I can even chew the bones into pieces. But why is it called roast chicken? Is it because it lies down?" Jia Dongxu had a new question.

"Dad, your question is wrong. If the chicken is standing, can it still be called a standing chicken? Besides, it's not lying down, right? It's a roast chicken, the second tone, and you said it's lying down, which has the fourth tone." Bang Geng directly refuted Zhang Dabao.

"Jia Geng, you know nothing. You're everywhere." When Jia Dongxu saw his son refutate him, he stood up.

"Do you want to eat or not? If not, go aside." Zhang Cuihua saw Jia Dongxu stand up and said to him.

"Dongxu, Banggeng is right. This braised chicken is because of the method of braising the meat used in the processing technology, not the shape of the chicken; it is braised chicken, not lying down; you really need to re-read your books carefully, and Banggeng happens to have the first-grade textbooks, you can study together and make progress together," said Zhang Dabao.

"I won't let my dad read my books. He gets sleepy when he reads and drools when he sleeps. What if his drool falls on my book and it drops to the ground, dirtying the book?" Banggeng rejected Zhang Dabao's suggestion.

Jia Dongxu was so angry at Banggeng's words that he glared at his son, bit the chicken hard, and then swallowed it viciously.

After the meal, Zhang Dabao gave a roast chicken to the Jia family, the He family, the Xu family and Huang Xinsheng, and told them that they must eat it as soon as possible, otherwise it would be a pity if it went bad.

"This braised chicken is so delicious. I feel like I can eat two," Jia Dongxu said as he looked at the braised chicken in his mother's hand.

"You still want to eat? Why don't you go to heaven? Give this chicken to Huairu and the two children tomorrow morning. You just need to chew the bones they leave." Zhang Cuihua quickly put the roasted chicken behind her.

"Mom, am I a dog? Do I eat bones?" Jia Dongxu asked his mother.

"I don't care whether you are a dog or not. I just ask you if you want to eat bones. If you don't, I will chew them. If you don't, someone else will," said Zhang Cuihua.

"Of course I eat it. It's not that we can't eat bones. They taste good, much better than pickles. I don't know when I can buy roast chicken. Then we can each have one and eat it to our heart's content," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu's wish is easy to realize. In a few years, the country will develop and everyone will be wealthy. By then, not only can you eat one, you can eat five," Zhang Dabao said to the foodie Jia Dongxu.

"Then I will eat roast chicken every day," said Jia Dongxu.

"Dongxu, didn't you say you wanted to eat pig face every day?" He Yuzhu asked.

"I eat pig face in the morning and roast chicken at noon and in the evening," Jia Dongxu said with a longing look on his face.

"Dongxu, you have a bad living habit. You eat too much oily food and get sick easily. I have to go out for a while. I have a few chickens to send to my cousin and aunt," said Zhang Dabia.

Without chatting with Jia Dongxu anymore, Zhang Dabao saw that it was less than eight o'clock, so he went to Wang Xiuqin's compound and delivered two chickens to her family. Then he went to the first family compound of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and delivered two chickens to Yang Weihua, Li Huaide, Wang Cheng, Liu Le, and Xu Sinian. At nine o'clock, he went to Lei Huanian's place, and then went to Jide's house to deliver two roast chickens to each of them. It was already past ten o'clock when he returned home.

After a rest at home on Saturday morning, Zhang Dabiao suddenly thought of his textile factory and the various patterns in his space. He wondered what kind of unit the Red Star Handkerchief Factory was and whether it could produce these products. He also wanted to add some political achievements to his aunt.

So in the afternoon, Zhang Dabao came to the Hongxing Street Office. After asking Wang Xiuqin, he learned that the Hongxing Handkerchief Factory of the Street Office had a total of about 20 sewing machines, all of which used leftover materials from the towel factory. There were only more than 30 workers, no equipment, no skilled workers, and no processing capabilities at all. Zhang Dabao had to give up.

Wang Xiuqin saw that her nephew looked a little disappointed, so she recommended that he contact the textile factory. However, Zhang Dabao had his own textile factory and was not very interested in it, so he rejected Wang Xiuqin's recommendation and did not contact the textile factory.

Wang Xiuqin was very busy at work. Zhang Dabiao asked about the matter and then left the street office. Zhang Dabiao thought about the security guard of his textile factory. Who should he find to go there? It would be best if it was a retired soldier. He was a retired soldier and had many comrades. However, his retirement was too sudden and he did not have much contact with his retired comrades. He could not think of anyone to find, so he decided to discuss it with Huang Xinsheng in the evening.

Because he was thinking about something, the motorcycle stopped on the side of the road and did not move. At this time, Zhang Dabao heard someone knocking on the window and calling his name "Dabao".