Who would marry into the family after being reborn?

Return to the Bayi Road courtyard.

Wu Wei found an ax and gave the duck a hard time.

Then he used the hot water simmering on the briquette stove to pluck the hair directly, and finally even used a vise.

The main focus is meticulous.

Sweep the duck feathers into a pile and let it be covered with snow.

Wu Wei turned around and was in the main room, simmering old duck soup on the three-burner briquette stove.

Wait until you add water and sprinkle with pepper.

Wu Wei remembered the photo Qiaoqiao asked him to bring back to the old lady yesterday, so he took it out and looked at it.

After seeing the result, I was reluctant to give it to the old lady.

By the time a pot of old duck soup is simmering, the rice on the other single-burner briquette stove is also steaming.

Xichun pushed open the door and entered the courtyard despite the heavy snow.

When I first entered the yard, my nose looked like a dog’s. “Wow, second brother, what are you cooking for? Fortunately, I gritted my teeth and came back!”

Ordinarily, with this weather, Xichun's pocket money can be spent eating a bowl of noodles at the school gate.

As a result, this girl came back out of habit.

It can be seen that this deep-rooted habit of saving has not changed.

It's precisely because it hasn't changed that I caught up with this hot, freshly cooked duck soup.

Wu Wei served it and said: "Authentic yam and old duck pot, I'll give you some extra food, so you can get good grades in the exam later."

Xichun washed her hands and eagerly reached out to take the bowl from Wu Wei's hand.

Wu Wei moved the bowl aside and said, "This is not for you." By the way, "Get me a lid."

Xichun said oh and handed over a pot lid.

Wu Wei pursed his lips and said: "Sheng yourself."

Then he stepped out and Dahuang followed him until he reached the door.

Only then did I realize that this bowl of old duck pot had nothing to do with it.

So he returned to the door of the hall, shook the snowflakes off his body, and then walked in and stood in front of Xichun, waiting eagerly to pick up the leak.

Pushing open the door of the small courtyard next door, there was a heavy creaking sound.

It seems that this door latch needs some oil and lubrication.

These are small things, but in the house of a lonely old lady, they are considered big things.

If no one thinks about it, a little will add up, and there will be problems everywhere.

When Xiao Hui heard the sound, he jumped from lying down to standing up, then recognized Wu Wei and ran over.

Around Wu Wei's right leg, King Qin circled the pillar.

All of them have grown up, but their problems have not changed yet.

As a result, Wu Wei kicked him away, and then he walked into the main room.

The old lady was sitting on the sofa in the main room, with a blanket still covering her legs.

The whole person looked very old, and seemed to be much older than the last time he saw him.

Wu Wei frowned, it shouldn't be like this.

This old lady has a lot of plans and is only in her early seventies. Why is she so old?

Mrs. Zhao raised her eyebrows slightly and was not surprised at all when she saw it was Wu Wei.

After all, in this home, apart from the fact that the work unit will send people over during the holidays.

On weekdays, only a few young people from next door come over.

Mrs. Zhao smelled the fragrance of the old duck pot, but she still said stubbornly: "If you give me those weird candies again, I won't want them!"

Wu Wei put the old duck pot on the coffee table between the two single seats, and pushed an object covered by a dry towel.

Only then did he suddenly realize: "Phone?"

Mrs. Zhao turned her head and raised her chin, feeling quite proud.

Wu Wei put down the big bowl in his hand and said without hesitation: "Then I will just leave your phone number here."

With that said, he opened the lid of the pot, and the aroma of the old duck came to his face.

And look closely at the color of the soup, pure white and rich.

Mrs. Zhao originally wanted to bury him, but for the sake of the bowl of soup, she held back.

Seeing this, Wu Wei got up to find chopsticks and washed them while he was there.

But when he came back, he saw the old lady licking her lips secretly.

"Drinking soup secretly? It's burnt!"

Then he handed the chopsticks to the old lady and said: "Thanks to me, it has cooled down a lot when I brought it here. Otherwise, you will definitely get a big blister on your tongue!"

Mrs. Zhao couldn't care less about arguing with him.

He took the chopsticks, picked up a piece of duck meat that was stewed until tender, and started eating.

Wu Wei took the opportunity to look around and said, "You said you are at home every day and have nothing to do, and people age quickly."

"Why not, when my brick kiln factory opens next year, you can work as a general ledger and accountant for me there and use your spare energy."

Such a large brick kiln factory needs a reliable accountant.

If you find someone else, you still have to pay a salary.

Looking for Mrs. Zhao, he can even...

Of course, Wu Wei just thought about this idea.

Asking Mrs. Zhao to come forward, the main thing is to reassure her.

Mrs. Zhao seemed to be eating happily and did not object the whole time.

Wu Wei understood and said: "Okay, then I'll take it as your promise."

If you don't agree, how can you eat every drop of a bowl of old duck soup?

In the past, the meals sent by the third sister Xiuchun were not treated so well.

Wu Wei put away the bowls and chopsticks, turned around and sat back down.

Mrs. Zhao looked surprised and thought to herself, 'Why don't you leave? ’.

Wu Wei took out a stack of Qiaoqiao's photos from his pocket and said, "This is what Qiaoqiao asked me to bring to you. I was reluctant to part with it at first, but because you are willing to give me some of your spare energy, I give them all to you." ”

Mrs. Zhao couldn't wait to take it, but she couldn't see clearly.

Directing Wu Wei: "Turn on the lights, turn on the big lights!"

Wu Wei got up and turned on all the lights in the main room. When he turned around, he saw the old lady holding Qiaoqiao's photo, having fun there.

"Qiaoqiao also knows now that she makes money by doing accounts for others."

"But don't worry, I'll still give her a thousand yuan before I leave this time."

"Don't stare at me like that. I think it's not a bad thing for Qiaoqiao to work as an accountant and earn some pocket money."

"Just like for you, it's better to work in my kiln factory and exercise your body instead of doing nothing and letting your mind and body degenerate."

After seeing the photo, Mrs. Zhao was so happy, but she said, "Capitalist!"

Wu Wei picked up the bowl and pot cover without any concern and said, "I'll take it as your compliment."

After that, he went back to his own yard.

At 12:00, when Xiuchun came back, she saw her second brother at home, flipping through the newspaper, bored.

Suddenly, the idea of ​​buying a TV was somewhat loosened.

Whether Xichun watched it or not was secondary.

The key is that the second brother had nothing to do at home.

But before she could say anything, Wu Wei called out to Xiong Hui who had come back with him, "Don't leave yet. I've made some duck stew. Have a bowl to warm yourself up before you go back."

Xiuchun lifted the lid of the pot and saw that there were still some unformed duck eggs.

She was immediately distressed and said, "It would be great to keep them for laying eggs."

Xiong Hui drooled as he looked at it and said, "Don't feel sorry, Xiuchun. I'll catch one from home tomorrow and give you a replacement."

Xiuchun said unhappily, "Do you want me to make up for it?"

Then she rolled up her sleeves and began to serve soup and rice.

Wu Wei also comforted her, "Don't feel sorry after you eat it. I'll have to clean up the ponds at the brick kiln factory in a while. I'll make fish soup for you then!"