Siheyuan: Don't mess with me, I just want to be a free fish

Chapter 70
"Think that I bought the white noodles. In the past, the master took care of the apprentice's meals. There is no reason to do it the other way around."

Li Weidong's filial piety is filial piety, but Song Yan did not take this kindness for granted.

The reason why he was willing to recognize Li Weidong as an apprentice was largely because of Wang Zhenyi's face.

Without the other party's care, he would have starved to death on the street a few years ago, let alone staying on the farm safely.

Of course, there is another part that Li Weidong fought for himself.

If he hesitated or was reluctant yesterday, then the master and apprentice will naturally have no follow-up.

"Master, if you want to say that, then the apprentice gave the master three years for nothing."

Li Weidong shook his head, but didn't answer.

"And this flour is not for you to eat alone. I must eat it here at noon. I guess someone will not be polite."

"Little brat, why don't you call me thick-skinned?"

Wang Zhenyi came in with a large piece of wild boar that had just been cut, just in time to hear what Li Weidong said, and almost slapped him on the face with the boar in his hand.

"How can you, you must have heard wrong."

Li Weidong shook his head and refused to admit it.

"Old Song, don't be polite to this stinky brat, you should eat and drink, just treat us as filial to us."

Wang Zhenyi simply added himself.

Li Weidong rolled his eyes.

"Braised wild boar meat at noon, can you do it well?"

Wang Zhenyi hung the wild boar in his hand aside, looked at Li Weidong and asked.

"I can only guarantee that they are familiar." Li Weidong said.

He's not stupid, and there are no condiments in this meeting, so it's no wonder that it tastes delicious.

"Then don't worry about it, I'll find someone to do it later."

After Wang Zhenyi finished speaking, he left in a hurry, probably to deal with the remaining wild pork.

In this regard, Li Weidong will not express any opinions.

The wild pork he brought was not on the scale, but it was only a lot more than a hundred catties.

Similarly, he wasn't afraid that Wang Zhenyi would mention this matter to Li Shuqun in the future, and at worst he would say that he didn't ask for so much, and these were leftovers.

However, he felt that Wang Zhenyi would definitely not nag Li Shuqun about this kind of matter.

The other party said before that all good things will be sent here, so that no one dares to touch him.

The attitude has already been shown.

This is a matter between the two of them, and has nothing to do with Li Shuqun, an 'outsider'.

At ten o'clock, Wang Zhenyi led a person over.

The other party was wearing the prisoner's clothes, but they had been torn in many places, and no cotton could be seen. The trousers were obviously short and did not cover the ankles, and the toes were exposed from the shoes.

"Wu Laoliu, let's show off your handicraft today. If it doesn't taste good, it won't do."

Wang Zhenyi turned his head and said to the other party.

"Don't worry, if it doesn't taste good, you'll chop off my hand."

The other party was hunched over from beginning to end, and Li Weidong could see his appearance clearly when he was able to speak.

He is very dark and thin, with a lot of creases on his face. Just looking at his appearance, he is estimated to be 50 years old.

But this will make people generally look old, especially for a prisoner like him.

So his actual age should be much younger.

"It's okay, why should I chop off my hands? If it doesn't taste good, you can go back wherever you came from." Wang Zhenyi said lightly.

Regardless of the demeanor or tone of speech, they are completely different from when they faced Li Weidong before.

Obviously, this is the true face of the captain Wang Zhenyi.

"You're always with Accountant Song and this little comrade. I, Wu Laoliu, can't guarantee anything else, but I will definitely not disappoint you guys when it comes to food."

When Wu Laoliu talked about his craft, a gleam flashed in his eyes.

"White flour and wild pork are the main two things, you can figure it out."

After Wang Zhenyi finished speaking, he left directly, as if he had endless things to do.

However, Song Yan, the accountant of the farm, reads books with great interest all day long.

Although Li Weidong worshiped his teacher, the other party seemed to have forgotten to teach him his skills. Fortunately, Li Weidong was not in a hurry, and the right was a test.

When Wu Laoliu washed his hands and started to work, he stood by the window and found a place where he could bask in the sun and watch.

Wu Laoliu first carefully poured the white noodles into the basin, then added water and noodles.

When it's almost done, set aside to cool.

Then start working on that boar boar.

I saw that he picked some of the more delicate meat, and then quickly chopped it into stuffing, and picked out two green radishes from the pile of vegetables that Wang Zhenyi got, and after peeling off the skin, he also chopped it into stuffing.

Wu Laoliu works very seriously, or in other words, he is very focused.

So Li Weidong on the side didn't feel bored watching it.

Wu Laoliu mixed the meat stuffing with the radish stuffing, added salt and soy sauce, then put it aside again, took out the dough again, beat and kneaded it.

"What are you going to do?"

Li Weidong finally couldn't bear his curiosity and asked.

"Sliced ​​noodles with meatballs, but the smell of wild pork is a bit strong, so add radish to neutralize it. If you don't like it, I will make it again."

Wu Laoliu's attitude is very humble, with flattering smiles all over his face.

"No, you do yours, I'm just curious."

Li Weidong waved his hand.

He has never been very picky about what he eats, and he also ate all kinds of delicacies from mountains and seas in his previous life, and he has seen the banquet on the plate not once or twice.

So unless Wu Lao Liu can set up a table full of Chinese people, it really doesn't matter what he does.

When Wang Zhenyi came back, Wu Laoliu had already made the meatball soup.

In the pot, the aroma is billowing out with the heat.

Wu Laoliu finally picked up the kneaded dough and sliced ​​it into the pot.

"Here, it's exactly 120 catties. Calculated at seventy cents a catty, the total is 84 yuan. Let's count. But you don't count the money for showing respect to your master."

Wang Zhenyi took out a handful of money and threw it in front of Li Weidong.

There were even a few nickels rolled down.

"Don't count, if you can't trust others, how can you not trust you?"

Li Weidong didn't care, he folded the money at random and put it directly in his pocket.

He gave all the money that the second uncle gave last time to Zhang Xiuzhen for cleaning up the house.

I originally had a small 20 yuan more or less, plus these, my net worth is over a hundred.

His waist immediately straightened a lot.

"It's up to you, anyway, if you leave this door, I won't recognize it."

Wang Zhenyi didn't take it seriously either.

When Wu Laoliu finished serving the sliced ​​noodles, he was the first to hold back, so he was pulled in front of him, picked up a chopsticks, picked up a meatball and threw it into his mouth.

"That's right, I didn't blind your skills in vain."

Wu Laoliu looked relieved when he heard this.

"Then you guys eat, I'll go back first."

"Well, tell the big head that your work will be halved in the future."

Wang Zhenyi did not stay with the other party to eat, but with his words, Wu Lao Liu's life in the future will undoubtedly be much easier.

"Wait, can you come and help me steam steamed buns this afternoon?"

Wu Laoliu didn't respond immediately when he heard Li Weidong's words, but looked at Wang Zhenyi.

"Let's go."

With his nod, Wu Laoliu smiled flatteringly at Li Weidong, turned and left.

In the afternoon, Wu Laoliu came as promised.

But this time there is only Li Weidong himself in the room.

After he came in, he suddenly plopped and knelt down in front of Li Weidong.

(End of this chapter)