Rebirth 1962: The Beginning of the Angry Fan Qin Huairu

"Hey, Zhuzi, what are you talking about? Are you kidding me?"

He Yuzhu asked back. "You are joking with me, so why can't I joke with you?"

Yan Bugui was suddenly speechless, but he cursed He Yuzhu in his heart. However, he was afraid of offending He Yuzhu, who would get angry and not come to give the gift.

So he quickly laughed and said, "Zhu Zi, you are really getting smarter and smarter. Well, I was just joking. It doesn't matter if it doesn't work out. But you have to come early tomorrow to attend the wedding!"

"Okay, don't worry, I will definitely come over early to give the gift."

Yan Bugui's little plan was exposed, so he could only smile awkwardly and watch He Yuzhu leave the courtyard.

"How is it? Zhuzi didn't agree, right?"

Yan Bugui was startled. "Hey, why are you walking without making any sound?"

"Well, Zhuzi said he doesn't know anyone who sells vegetables. How about this? I only have two classes today. I'll come back after class and we can go to the vegetable market together to buy the ingredients."

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

So Yan Bugui hurriedly went to attend two classes, and when he came back he took Yang Ruihua to the vegetable market. After Yan Bugui's careful calculations, he quickly bought all the necessary ingredients.

But after returning home, Yan Jiecheng was stunned when he saw these things, because all the things in front of him were worth only more than four yuan, and the most expensive one should be the malnourished little rooster.

"Dad, are these the ingredients you bought today?"

"Yes, look at how good this chicken is and how fresh these vegetables are. I even took half a day off to pick them!"

Yan Jiecheng pointed at the ingredients on the ground. "No, you're kidding me. Is this stuff worth five dollars? Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted another three dollars? What can you make with this stuff?"

Yan Bugui was immediately unhappy. "Hey, what are you talking about? What's wrong with this pile of stuff? Isn't it enough to get your affairs done smoothly?"

Yang Ruihua on the side also hurriedly advised: "Don't worry, Boss. Your father and I have calculated today. These things are enough for two tables of banquets."

How could Yan Jiecheng not guess that his father had done something, but since it was about to be done, he had no choice but to do it for the time being.

But when he thought about how he had spent all his own money on the food, Yan Jiecheng quickly suggested, "Dad, you know how much I spent on the food, so I won't say much."

"But you have to give me half of the gift money."

Yan Bugui was immediately unhappy when he heard that he was asked for money. "What the hell? You still want to ask me for money. People come to give gifts because they want to give me face. What does the money have to do with you?"

"No, I can't spend all the money myself. You should earn all the share money, right?"

"What do you mean I made all the money? Didn't I raise you? I raised you for so many years, and you still have the nerve to settle accounts with me for such a small amount of money. What are you thinking?"

Yan Jiecheng was immediately speechless, but he still muttered something in dissatisfaction.

"No one is as calculating as you are. You even planned your own son's wedding banquet. You are really amazing."

Yang Ruihua quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. "Jie Cheng, your father is doing this for your own good. Don't worry, I will definitely make sure everything is clear for you tomorrow."

Yan Jiecheng didn't know what to say now, so he could only walk out of the room in a huff, while Yan Bugui continued to complain with a dazed look on his face.

"This is all because of you. When we got married, there was no need for such things. Now I can set up two tables for him, which is already very good!"

Yang Ruihua was also getting anxious. "Yan Bugui, why are you yelling at me? It's obviously you who did something wrong."

"Your son is getting married, and you made money from it before. Now people say a few words about you, what can you do to me?"

Yan Bugui was so frightened when he saw that he failed to calm Yang Ruihua down that he quickly went over to cover her mouth. "Oh, please keep your voice down. It would be bad if someone heard it."

Yang Ruihua glanced at him, turned around and continued to pick up the food on the ground. Yan Bugui stood there awkwardly, and seeing that Yang Ruihua ignored him, he had to go out again and start promoting Yan Jiecheng's marriage.

In this way, under Yan Bugui's calculation, the next day finally arrived, the day of Yan Jiecheng's wedding. The reason why he chose this day was that he calculated that not many people would come on Friday.

But he didn't expect that more than ten people would come soon after the stove was set up. If the girl's parents were added, the two tables of banquet he prepared would not be enough.

What made Yan Bugui even more angry was that Jia Zhang was waiting in the front yard with her stick before the banquet even started. Wasn't this just an attempt to take advantage of him?

Just as Yan Bugui was worried, Chef Zhou, who was cooking, came over with a wok. "Teacher Yan, you don't have enough ingredients, and have you confirmed the number of people? Don't you really need to add another table?"

Yan Bugui was about to say no when Yang Ruihua and Yan Jiecheng came over together. "Dad, two more people will be coming from Xiaoqin's place soon, how about adding another table?"

Yan Bugui got anxious when he heard this. "Jia Jia Jia, that's easy for you to say, but where can we buy food at this hour?"

"But what I said yesterday was not enough. It was you who insisted that it was okay."

Yang Ruihua, who was standing by, also said with a cold face: "Hurry up and go to the vegetable market. If you're lucky, you might be able to buy something!"

But Yan Bugui gritted his teeth. "It's definitely too late. How about this, Master Zhou, you can add more water when cooking, and then add more potatoes when stewing the chicken."

"Old woman, go to the middle courtyard right now and see if you can borrow some lard. Zhuzi's family must have some. Then use the lard to stir-fry the shredded potatoes. This way it can also be considered a meat dish."

Master Zhou asked in disbelief, "No, I heard you mean to use these things to make do with three tables of banquets?"

Yan Bugui slapped his thigh. "What do you mean by a small amount? This is already a lot. Just do as I say. Oh, old woman, go get another cabbage."

Master Zhou muttered something about being stingy, then turned around and continued to prepare, while Yang Ruihua stood there without moving.

"Go soon?"

"I won't go. Don't you know what Zhuzi is like now? It would be embarrassing if I go and get kicked out."

Yan Jiecheng, who was standing next to him, said helplessly, "Okay, can't I go?"

After he finished speaking, he ignored Yan Bugui and turned to go to He Yuzhu's house. However, as soon as Yan Jiecheng arrived at the door of He Yuzhu's house, he smelled a fragrance.

At this time, He Yuzhu was eating noodles at home. Yu Li asked in confusion, "Aren't you going to the front yard to give gifts later? Why are you eating at home?"

"Hey, I'm afraid I won't have anything to eat for a while, so I'll eat something at home first."

He Yushui nodded. "Brother, you should just eat. I just passed by the front yard and saw that they didn't prepare anything. I guess with Uncle San's personality, drinking water is enough to fill him up."

Yu Li almost burst out laughing when she heard that, and just at that moment there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Zhuzi, are you home? I'm Jiecheng."

He Yuzhu wondered why this guy was looking for him. But since he was already here, he couldn't just leave him alone, so he quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and went to open the door.

"Hey, what a rare guest! Why are you starting the banquet early?"

Yan Jiecheng said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Zhuzi, to be honest, my dad has some problems. Can I borrow some meat oil from you first?"

"Don't worry, I'll give you the money." As he said this, he took out a stack of Mao Zedong's banknotes from his pocket.

He Yuzhu saw that the other party was not taking advantage of him for nothing, and there was no need for him to compete with him at this time, so he turned around and took out half a bowl of lard in it.

"take it!"

Yan Jiecheng was overjoyed when he saw this, and quickly stuffed the money into He Yuzhu's hand. "Brother Zhuzi, I won't say anything. I was not thoughtful enough in the past."

"Virtue, go back quickly, but don't forget to return the bowl to me!"

"That's fine. You can go over to the wedding earlier. I'll go back first."

Yan Jiecheng ran back to the front yard with the meat oil, and Master Zhou didn't waste any words. He added all the meat oil directly into the pot. For a while, the front yard was filled with smoke, and it really looked like something was being done.

After He Yuzhu had eaten and drunk his fill at home, he took the three cents and went to the front yard. He had no intention of eating anything delicious, he just treated it as a normal interaction between neighbors.

But as soon as he arrived at the front yard, He Yuzhu took a look at the food on the table and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

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