After returning to the village, start chasing the mountain from binding Emei

Chapter 20: Making sweet-skinned duck!
"Mr. Chen..."

As soon as Chen Yang left the restaurant, he was stopped by a woman, who was the lobby manager Wang Ting.

"Manager Wang, what's going on?"

Chen Yang didn't have much affection for this woman.

"Mr. Chen, I was wrong before. I was blind. I didn't know you were friends with Mr. Zhang. Could you please ask Mr. Zhang not to fire me? I can't lose this job."

At this moment, Wang Ting has lowered her posture, even being a little humble.

Chen Yang said, "You mean, if I'm not Mr. Zhang's friend, then I'm wrong?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"My family is not easy either. My parents are farmers, and I have an older brother and two younger brothers..."

Wang Ting quickly waved her hands and actually acted pitifully in front of Chen Yang.

"stop."

Chen Yang interrupted her, not interested in listening to her nonsense, "Manager Wang, you also said that your parents are farmers, why do you still look down on farmers?"

Wang Ting opened her mouth, but Chen Yang's words directly disrupted her train of thought.

"It wasn't me who fired you. It was your Mr. Zhang. These words are useless to me."

After saying this, Chen Yang got on his tricycle and left without looking back.

This woman obviously hasn't realized her mistake yet. The only reason she apologized is because her interests were damaged.

Adults should be responsible for their own words and actions. We are all raised by our parents. How could I indulge you with this temper?
……

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The old house of the Chen family.

"Brother Yang, are you still going up the mountain this afternoon?"

Chen Yang did not collect more than 300 kilograms of chicken mushrooms by himself. Song Ping helped a lot in collecting chicken mushrooms these two days. Chen Yang gave him a big red envelope of 5,000 yuan, which made him almost happy.

"Take a day off."

Chen Yang was exhausted these past two days. He looked at the growth distribution map of the chicken mushroom. The nearby chicken mushrooms had been basically mined out, and the Ant Hill had been turned over by them. If he wanted to continue looking for chicken mushrooms, he had to go deep into the mountains.

He went to the market in the morning and bought a few ducks, as well as some medicinal herbs and spices. It was hot in the afternoon, so he had a good time to study how to make sweet-skin duck.

Song Ping was a little disappointed, but after looking at the scorching sun outside, he decided it would be more comfortable to stay at home and watch TV with the air conditioner on.

"Where's your dad? Call him over and help me kill the duck."

At home, Chen Yang seldom cooks. The only dishes he can cook are cold cucumber salad and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Not to mention killing chickens and ducks, he has never even killed a fish.

"My dad? He went up the mountain."

"Go up the mountain?"

"Don't you know that a tourist group came to the village this morning and asked my dad to be their tour guide and take them up the mountain?"

Song Ping picked up half a piece of watermelon from the table and talked to Chen Yang while eating it.

Chen Yang's eyes moved slightly when he heard this, "Did you say how long you'll be gone?"

"I don't know, I should be back tonight."

Song Ping was still very happy. The other party offered a sky-high price of 10,000 yuan a day, and he even wished his father could stay in the mountains for a few more days.

Firstly, he has freedom because no one is watching over him, and secondly, the family can have more income.

His mother works in a restaurant in the county town and comes back once a month. Today, Liu Lao went to the town for a banquet again, so he was the only one left at home. It was like there was no tiger in the mountain.

"That's it..."

Chen Yang felt vaguely uneasy, but he quickly put it behind him.

In the end, Chen Yang killed the duck himself.

The process was simple and crude. The ducks' necks were chopped with a knife and they ran around the yard.

The old man was taking a nap when he was woken up by the noise outside. When he went out to look, he was shocked to see blood all over the yard.

The dogs were so scared that they hid in the firewood pile and trembled!

As a last resort, the old man had to kill the duck himself and clean it.

Although there are recipes and production processes, the actual production is not so easy.

Chen Yang experimented three times and wasted two ducks before he finally made a sweet-skinned duck that was delicious and fragrant. Of the two ducks that were wasted, one was fried to a crisp, and the other was stewed to a pulp. The cooking time was not right, so Black Tiger got nothing in the end.

"Why did you think of making sweet-skin duck?" Chen Jingzhi was a little surprised.

My grandson, who rarely goes to the kitchen a few times a year, actually knows how to make this.

Chen Yang said, "We have friends coming tomorrow, so we have to cook something special to entertain them."

"Who's coming?" Chen Jingzhi looked at Chen Yang in confusion.

"Teacher Huang is coming, and so are Teacher Huang's friends."

Song Ping joined in the conversation, and while they were talking, the hot duck was served on the table. The little guy didn't consider himself a outsider, and tore off a duck leg and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Wow, Brother Yang, it's delicious. This is the best sweet-skin duck I've ever eaten."

Song Ping's eyes were shining, and his intoxicated expression was somewhat exaggerated.

"Mr. Huang?"

Chen Jingzhi was a little surprised, but he quickly realized who Teacher Huang Song Ping was talking about, and his brows immediately lit up with joy.

"Is it that exaggerated?"

Chen Yang also tore off a piece of duck meat and tasted it. Although he was confident in the secret recipe given by the system, it was his first time making it, so he was still unsure.

Sweet, salty and savory.

The duck skin is covered with a layer of maltose, and the unique flavor of duck meat, coupled with the flavor of spices, makes your mouth full of juice when you take a bite.

The wonderful taste stimulated the taste buds, and Chen Yang even wanted to bite off his tongue.

It’s delicious. It’s really delicious. So delicious that your skin will burst.

It can be said that Chen Yang grew up eating sweet-skinned duck, but compared with the duck in front of him, the ones he had eaten before could not even be called duck.

The old man also tried it and praised it highly.

A duck, three people, and in a few minutes only a pile of bones were left.

"That's great, Brother Yang. Why don't we sell sweet-skinned duck? Your cooking skills are much more authentic than those old shops in town. You will definitely make money."

Song Ping held a bone in his hand, wishing he could suck off another two ounces of meat from it.

All the little guy has eyes for is money.

Chen Yang shook his head. "This thing is delicious, but it takes too much time and effort to make."

Asking him to go out and sell it, he really doesn't have that idea.

"Ah, that's a pity!"

Song Ping was a little disappointed, but soon became happy again. Teacher Huang would come tomorrow, which meant that he could still eat it tomorrow.

Children's thinking is so jumpy.

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The next morning, Huang Ying and Zhang Yanan arrived as scheduled.

Chen Yang started making sweet-skin duck on the spot. With yesterday's practice, this time it was obviously much smoother.

The marinade from yesterday is still there. It has been preserved overnight and has become more flavorful.

Zhang Yanan really didn't expect that Chen Yang would actually braise the duck.

"Brother Yang, my dad didn't come back last night." Song Ping was helping Chen Yang, a little absent-minded.

"Ok?"

Chen Yang looked up at him.

"The phone call is also unavailable," Song Ping added.

This kid is not so heartless. His father did not come back last night and he couldn't get through to him on the phone, so he was a little panicked.

"It's okay. The signal is not good in the mountains. It's normal that I can't get through."

Chen Yang patted his shoulder and said something comforting.

(End of this chapter)