BXBX NOVEL Chapter 295: God, give me some color to see
"Wanjia's Hanging Stove Duck, I ate it a few times when I was a child." Zhou Yan said.
Later, his parents disappeared, so he returned directly from the city to the countryside. After going there for 11 years, he did not expect that the daughter of Diaoluya married his cousin.
Liang Xiaonan couldn't comfort Zhou Yan in front of others, but just glanced at him and smiled coquettishly.
Her smile was very healing, because that face was so harmless, and she deliberately smiled at him, Zhou Yan lost all the haze in his heart, and winked at the corner of his lips.
The two people flirted openly, and both Wan Pingping and Zhou Changan were embarrassed to see it.
Liang Xiaonan didn’t know about Hangsuoya Wan’s family. She was an outsider. It was less than a year since she came to Blue Star, and she came to Modu for the second time.
After careful questioning, Wan Pingping's father turned out to be Wan Fuxiang, the tenth generation heir of Hanging Stove Duck. According to Wang Ya, Comrade Wan is amazing. He used to line up for 3 kilometers every day in front of his roast duck restaurant. outside.
It's a pity, hey, all the century-old inheritances are gone now.
Comrade Wan stayed at home, as if he was seriously ill, he didn’t even want to eat, he just wanted to be a duck.
But now he can’t even afford ducks, there are very few ducks, and now the duck farm is closed, where did the ducks come from?
Very occasionally, I encounter ducks being sold in a vegetable market.
Don’t say anything, Lao Wan wants to cook roast duck very much now, he really wants it, his hands itch, his heart itch, his brain itch, if anyone can ask him to cook roast duck, he doesn’t want anything, and cooks roast duck for him all day long.
Liang Xiaonan's eyes lit up, and he said, "My friend has newly opened a food factory and is planning to sell roast ducks in the future. Why don't you ask Uncle Wan to set up a roast duck department in the factory, and Uncle Wan will be in charge, and you can bring anyone you need. I'll pay you." Tell that friend, and send it as a senior technician."
Wang Ya was very excited, grabbed her hand, and said earnestly: "Ni, is this true? Oh my God, Lao Wanke has found his own career, and he is almost sick. See if he doesn't cook roast duck anymore, he will send himself to the oven (crematorium)."
Zhou Yan looked at her and said, "You put it on Cao Yuan's side, right?"
"Well," Liang Xiaonan said, "He is very short of a duck chef. Uncle Wan and he need each other."
Zhou Yan secretly squeezed her hand under the table.
They need each other?
It’s the little daughter-in-law, you need them. It seems that when you go back, the rabbits and ducks on the eight-year-old Mao’s side need to be raised.
There is a roast duck for dinner, the skin is crispy and the meat is tender, not to mention how delicious it is. Wan Fuxiang's craftsmanship is the only one in the country.
Wang Ya eats this roast duck three or four times. The skin, meat, and bones are not wasted at all. It is delicious and affordable.
Zhou Changan's two children were always drooling with greed. The eldest, Zhou Yong, who was only four years old, said happily, "Grandma, shall we eat roast duck every day?"
Wang Ya smiled and blamed: "Eating roast duck every day, how can I afford it? Grandma still has to save money for Ah Yong to marry a wife."
"Auntie asked Grandpa to cook roast duck every day, I heard it all."
Everyone laughed, and Wan Pingping said: "Ayong, grow up quickly, and learn how to cook roast duck with your grandpa. You can eat roast duck every day."
Wang Ya was a little anxious, she wanted to quickly settle the job of making roast duck for her family, Lao Wan, because she was afraid that Liang Xiaonan's return to Yu County would make it impossible.
Liang Xiaonan said: "Tomorrow, you ask Uncle Wan to report to the factory with the people who want to make roast duck together. Talk to Director Cao, and tell him that I introduced you."
This is great, no one needs to interview, and they are hired directly.
Wang Ya is happy, and Wan Pingping is also happy. The cousin and daughter-in-law are too capable. Dad and younger brother finally have jobs, and they still like to cook roast duck the most.
Her younger brother Wan Zixuan is 22 years old. He has been a teacher since Wan Fuxiang, and he is able to be independent.
Hanglu Wanjia’s old roast duck skills are passed down from men to women.
After leaving Zhou Changan's house, Liang Xiaonan said, "I want to go back to raise ducks soon, otherwise, Uncle Wan will continue to be depressed."
Zhou Yan saw her smiling, and said: "I haven't brought you here to play, we can't always do business, we have to play what we have to play."
Liang Xiaonan said: "It's already May, and my fish pond can be reopened, otherwise Cheng Gang will run out of food."
Zhou Yan rubbed her hair knowingly and said, "You don't want to play, but you are thinking about saving me money? Don't worry, I have money."
Liang Xiaonan just giggled, how great, her boyfriend said that money can be spent freely, she likes money!
Zhou Yan drove her around, stopped at the entrance of an alley, and said, "A friend here opens a private closet. I'll take you to pick out some clothes."
The three-story building has no sign at the door, and those who don't know it think it is an ordinary resident.
What Liang Xiaonan didn't expect was that the shop owner was a foreigner, dressed in clothes that kept pace with the times, blue overalls, blue hat, regardless of eyes and hair, he thought he was an authentic handicraft worker from China.
"Oh, what a beautiful... lesbian!" As soon as the foreigner opened his mouth, Liang Xiaonan couldn't help laughing.
She guessed that "how beautiful" was followed by "Miss" and "Girl", but it suddenly became "lesbian", which is ridiculous.
Zhou Yan told Liang Xiaonan that the tailor's name was Roger, and he could just call him "Old Luo".
The master tailor, Lao Luo, is very down-to-earth.
Roger swallowed, and wanted to say: "I am a master of fashion design, not a master tailor."
But Zhou Yan said: "You who make clothes are tailors."
Well, God, it doesn't matter if he's a master tailor, as long as he can make clothes.
Roger’s eyes sparkled when he saw Liang Xiaonan. If he made a cheongsam, a princess dress, an evening dress… for this beautiful girl, it would definitely amaze the world. The model and the costume master complement each other.
Liang Xiaonan extinguished the fire in his eyes with one sentence: "No matter how beautiful the clothes are, I can't wear them now, so you can make me some shirts, trousers, and suits with slightly improved styles. I may still have a chance to wear them." .”
Designer Lao Luo will have to wait 10 years to give full play to his own advantages.
10 years...
Zhou Yan said to Lao Luo: "Look at Xiaonan's figure and pick out the ones that fit."
Lao Luo thinks that Liang Xiaonan looks good no matter what he wears. He is the same age as Huaer, and he doesn't pick clothes.
Finally, Zhou Yan took 16 sets, and more than 50 pieces of matching clothing, which filled two big boxes.
Liang Xiaonan asked Lao Luo when he went out: "I have a friend who has a large number of fabrics, including Dacron and silk. Do you want it?"
Old Luo was about to jump up: "God, where is it, I want it, give it to me! It doesn't matter how much money it is."
Just knew it was so!
"It's a lot, can you eat it?"
"Yes, yes, yes," said Lao Luo singing, "I have a lot of tailor friends, and they can't find good fabrics. If you have them, you can bring them. The price is good. God, I see gray blue fabrics on the street every day. Hei is almost depressed, give me some color to see!"
"this…"
Seeing her hesitate slightly, Lao Luo immediately jumped up: "Zhou, tell your girlfriend quickly, don't go back on your word, definitely don't go back on your word! God, I'll pay you 10 yuan per meter, no, 20 yuan... How much is it?" , you can say whatever you want."