60s: I have a store

Chapter 533 Aunt Qian's Exaggeration
The morning sun had just shone into the courtyard when the tranquil atmosphere was broken by a fierce quarrel.

It turned out that the clothesline of the Zhao family broke for some reason, and the clothes fell on the windowsill of the Qian family, getting covered with some dust.

Aunt Qian was a bit of a germaphobe, and when she saw this scene, she immediately flew into a rage. She rushed into the yard with the Zhao family's clothes and questioned the Zhao family loudly.

"Mr. Zhao, what's wrong with your clothesline? It's made my windowsill dirty. I can't keep the clothes anymore!" Aunt Qian's voice was sharp and shrill, echoing throughout the courtyard.

Soon, after hearing the noise, everyone in the courtyard walked out of their homes to see what was going on.

After all, watching the fun is an indelible nature of the Chinese people. In addition, there are no entertainment programs nowadays, so watching the fun and gossiping are the few pastimes available.

When Aunt Zhao heard the sound, she hurried out of the house. Seeing her family's clothes in Aunt Qian's hands, she was also unhappy: "Ah, Aunt Qian, it's not our fault that the clothesline broke. Just give me the clothes back and I'll go back and wash them."

Aunt Qian threw the clothes on the ground, put her hands on her hips, and raised her voice: "It's easy for you to say that. These clothes look dirty to me. I feel uncomfortable even if I wash them!"

When everyone in the courtyard heard this, they all felt that Aunt Qian was a bit unreasonable. It was just that the clothes fell on the ground and were not torn.

Wouldn't it be fine if you just wash it again?

After hearing what Aunt Qian said, Aunt Zhao got angry: "Why are you so unreasonable? It's just a little dirty, is it necessary to make such a fuss?"

The two of them argued back and forth, neither of them giving in, and the argument became more and more intense.

More and more people in the courtyard were attracted by this fierce quarrel.

However, everyone was very foresighted and did not join the "battle", but just stood aside and acted as a quiet spectator.

If it were any other matter, everyone might still help, but in this case, it would not be good to help anyone because the other party would definitely have objections.

The old man was kindhearted. He quickly stepped forward to stop the quarrel: "Hey, stop arguing. It's not a big deal. It's not good to hurt the harmony among neighbors over such a small matter."

But Aunt Qian and Aunt Zhao were so angry that they couldn't listen at all.

When the old man saw this, he would definitely not come out if it had not happened in the front yard under his jurisdiction.

At this time, Zhou Yimin also heard the quarrel and he quickly walked out of the house.

I was so angry and thought something big had happened, but it was just a trivial matter and I didn't understand what there was to argue about.

Seeing the scene in front of him, he frowned, thinking to himself that this was not okay and had to be resolved quickly.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to have a good sleep.

Zhou Yimin first walked to Aunt Qian and said softly, "Aunt Qian, calm down. I know you like cleanliness, and you must feel uncomfortable if your clothes are dirty.

But Aunt Zhao didn't mean it. How about this? I'll let Aunt Zhao apologize to you, then take the clothes back and wash them, and clean your windowsill."

When everyone saw Zhou Yimin joining the "battle", they also wanted to see if Zhou Yimin could resolve this "battle".

Zhou Yimin has a different status in the courtyard. Although he is not the managing boss, his words are more effective than those of a boss.

There is no other way, especially in this situation. Who can guarantee that there will be no shortage of food? When there is a shortage of food, won’t we have to ask Zhou Yimin for help?

As long as it is not very important, everyone will give Zhou Yimin some face when he speaks.

Aunt Qian looked at Zhou Yimin, then at Aunt Zhao, and calmed down a little, but still said reluctantly: "Well... okay, but she has to wash the clothes and clean the windowsill spotlessly!"

If it was someone else, she would definitely not be so easy to talk to. Otherwise, other people would think that they were easy to bully, and that would be troublesome, wouldn't it?
Zhou Yimin turned around and walked to Aunt Zhao and said, "Aunt Zhao, don't be angry. After all, it's a problem with our clothesline. Just do what Aunt Qian said, apologize to her and solve the problem."

Although Aunt Zhao felt a little aggrieved, she also knew that Zhou Yimin was right, so she said to Aunt Qian reluctantly: "Aunt Qian, I'm sorry, it's our fault. I'll take the clothes back and wash them, and clean the windowsill for you."

Aunt Qian snorted, as if accepting the apology, and then turned around and went home.

Aunt Zhao could only pick up the clothes, prepare to wash them, and then clean the windows. The only thing she wanted now was to stay away from Aunt Qian in the future.

It seems that the clothesline will have to be moved to another place in the future. If this kind of thing happens again, Aunt Zhao is not sure if she can endure it again.

Seeing that there was nothing exciting to watch, the people in the courtyard left.

At this time, an old man stepped forward and said, "Yimin, you have to be the one to handle this kind of thing!"

He also didn't expect that all he had said was useless. Zhou Yimin came out and solved the matter in just a few words.

The old man couldn't help but sigh that it seemed that he had underestimated Zhou Yimin's influence.

Zhou Yimin said modestly: "It's nothing, I'm just giving you face!"

After chatting for a while, the two went back to their homes.

Seeing this, Zhou Yimin finally dealt with the matter, but he didn't know whether he could sleep well.

I was looking forward to sleeping in after a busy day and relaxing my tired body and mind.

Then it was ruthlessly interrupted. He didn't understand why there were so many trivial matters in the courtyard, and shook his head helplessly.

He already knew that it would be difficult to have absolute peace and quiet in this courtyard.

Therefore, on weekdays, as long as there is nothing important, Zhou Yimin prefers to stay in Zhoujiazhuang, where it is quiet and peaceful, without such trivial disturbances, allowing him to sleep in comfortably.

After all, in later times, when one doesn't have to go to work or have any dates, sleeping in is a very common thing, but in this era, his idea is out of tune with the people around him.

Now that things have been dealt with, I thought about going back to take a nap.

Anyway, there was nothing to do. At this moment, Dapeng appeared from nowhere and ran to Zhou Yimin like a gust of wind, with a curious light in his eyes, and said loudly: "Yimin, didn't the steel factory reward you with an air fryer? Can you let me see it?"

Zhou Yimin was slightly stunned and felt a little depressed. He didn't expect the news to spread so quickly.

I just received the reward yesterday, and today everyone in the courtyard knew about it.

He wanted to refuse, but looking at Dapeng's expectant eyes, he really couldn't say no, so he could only nodded helplessly.

So Dapeng happily followed Zhou Yimin into the house.

As soon as he stepped into the room, Dapeng's eyes were attracted by the air fryer placed in the middle of the table.

He couldn't wait to walk forward quickly, his eyes wide open, carefully looking at this seemingly ordinary yet mysterious air fryer, and making exclamation sounds from time to time.

Dapeng was full of curiosity. What was so special about this air fryer?

His hand unconsciously rose up, wanting to touch this magical thing, but just when he stretched out half of it, he hesitated and retracted it, with a trace of worry on his face, fearing that he would accidentally break this treasure and then he wouldn't be able to afford the compensation.

Zhou Yimin noticed Dapeng's actions, smiled slightly, and said, "Dapeng, touch it if you want, this air fryer is not that fragile!"

After getting Zhou Yimin's permission, Dapeng immediately stretched out his hands boldly and carefully stroked the outer shell of the air fryer as if he had received an amnesty.

His fingers gently slid across the smooth surface, feeling the unique texture, and he kept muttering, "This thing looks unusual. How can it be cooked without oil?"

Then, Dapeng picked up the air fryer with both hands and looked at it left and right, as if he wanted to see through it and find out the secret hidden in it.

He looked over and over for more than ten minutes, his eyes almost sore, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He scratched his head and said, "Yimin, I looked at it for a long time, but I didn't find anything special?"

Zhou Yimin did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned and walked towards the kitchen, took out a few potatoes from the basket, and skillfully cut them into strips of even thickness.

Seeing this, Dapeng became even more curious and hurriedly followed Zhou Yimin, never taking his eyes off his movements.

Suddenly, Dapeng seemed to have discovered a new world. He pointed at the potato in Zhou Yimin's hand and said loudly: "Yimin, it would be fun if this potato could explode directly in the air, just like fireworks!"

Zhou Yimin laughed at Dapeng's bizarre idea and said, "Your idea is really novel, but if the potatoes 'set off fireworks' in the air, we won't be able to eat French fries."

Dapeng scratched his head embarrassedly, chuckled twice, and continued to stare at Zhou Yimin cutting potatoes.

After Zhou Yimin cut the potatoes, he walked to the table where the air fryer was placed again, took the air fryer from Dapeng, gently placed it on the table, and then plugged in the power.

Dapeng followed closely beside him, staring at Zhou Yimin's every move without blinking, not daring to even breathe, as if he was witnessing a sacred ceremony.

Zhou Yimin opened the lid of the air fryer, put the cut potato strips neatly into the pot, and then sprinkled a little salt on them.

Dapeng was confused as he watched Zhou Yimin's operation. He couldn't help but ask, "Yimin, why don't you add a drop of oil? Can you fry something without oil? Won't it burn or stick to the pan?"

Zhou Yimin smiled and glanced at Dapeng, then said mysteriously, "Don't worry, you'll know in a moment."

After saying that, he closed the lid of the air fryer and started setting the time and temperature.

Dapeng was walking around the air fryer, staring at it intently, as if he was afraid of missing any exciting moment.

As the air fryer made a slight buzzing sound, Dapeng's heartbeat unconsciously quickened.

He moved closer to the air fryer, trying to observe what was inside through the glass, and then turned to look at Zhou Yimin, hoping to find the answer from his face.

Suddenly, Dapeng had an idea and shouted to the air fryer: "Hey, Mr. Air Fryer, you have to work hard and fry the potatoes until they are fragrant and crispy!"

Zhou Yimin couldn't help laughing at Dapeng's sudden action and said, "Dapeng, are you cheering for the air fryer? If it can understand, it will definitely work hard."

Dapeng chuckled and said, "Maybe it can really understand me. I'm building a good relationship with it in advance so that it can make more delicious food for me in the future."

Time passed by minute by minute, and Dapeng felt that every second was extremely long. He couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked again: "Yimin, how long will it take to get better? Why does it feel like a long time has passed?"

Zhou Yimin looked at the time and said, "Don't be anxious. You have to wait a little longer. You need to be patient when making delicious food."

Dapeng listened and pretended to be serious and said, "Yimin, my patience is almost blown away by this air fryer."

A few minutes later, the air fryer suddenly made a "beep" prompt sound. Dapeng was startled by the sound, then jumped up excitedly and shouted, "It's done, it must be done!"

Zhou Yimin walked forward calmly and opened the lid of the air fryer.

Instantly, a rich potato aroma filled the air. Dapeng took a deep breath, an intoxicated expression on his face, and said, "Wow, this smells so good!"

He couldn't wait to lean over and look into the air fryer.

I saw that the originally white potato strips had now turned golden and crispy, with an attractive luster on the surface, as if waving to Dapeng.

Zhou Yimin picked up the chopsticks, picked up a French fry and handed it to Dapeng, saying, "Try it." Dapeng took the French fry carefully and took a light bite. With a "crunch", the French fry broke into pieces in his mouth. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and tasted great.

Dapeng's eyes lit up, and while chewing French fries, he mumbled, "It's so delicious, Yimin, this thing is amazing! You can make such delicious French fries without using oil."

He picked up a few more French fries and ate them while exclaiming in admiration, as if he had discovered a new world.

After eating a few French fries, Dapeng's curiosity was aroused again. He continued to study the air fryer, touching here and there, and kept asking various questions: "Yimin, how does this air fryer work? Is there any special mechanism inside it?"

Zhou Yimin patiently explained to Dapeng the working principle of the air fryer, explaining in detail everything from the circulation of hot air to the process of dehydrating and cooking food.

Dapeng seemed to understand what was said, and sometimes he nodded and asked new questions.

(End of this chapter)