Age: My Small World

Chapter 295

Afterwards, after Mr. Hu checked and filled in the gaps, he could only sigh and say that there was nothing more he could teach and asked him to continue practicing in his own direction.

In fact, Yang Jun's level is almost the same as when he first went south.

Mr. Hu, who had already sat up straight, suddenly thought of something. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, "Have you been to the provincial capital recently?"

Yang Jun's mouth curled up when he heard this: "Master, I've already visited Master's Aunt. She missed you so much and asked me why I didn't go."

Mr. Hu's expression froze, and he subconsciously asked, "Then what did you say?"

Yang Jun said, "I said you have something to do and can't go to the provincial capital for the time being."

"Nonsense." Mr. Hu shook his head slightly.

He continued to ask:
"Are they all okay?"

"Anyway, I was fine before I came back, and I asked someone to look after me."

"Well, that's all right."

Mr. Hu stopped discussing the matter.

"Master, food is even more scarce these days. Why don't you go to the provincial capital to have a look?"

Yang Jun felt that the old man must be worried about his two relatives, but for unknown reasons, he returned to this small county town.

Mr. Hu shook his head: "Shang Xun and Zhang Biao are in the provincial capital, so it's no problem."

It was time for dinner, and Yang Jun was not in a hurry to leave. He prepared to make a good meal for Mr. Hu.

Although he left a lot of food here, there were not many vegetables. The old man could only eat some pickles with rice or cook sweet potato rice porridge.

A portion of the slaughtered pork was marinated, and this time I took out ten pieces, enough for twenty or thirty meals.

If it is not pickled, it will not be preserved even in this summer without a refrigerator.

He cooked a piece of meat on a small stove, preparing to make braised pork and twice-cooked pork. He then used a piece of lard he brought with him to cook on another stove.

"Master, I'll make some lard for you so you don't have to worry about running out of oil in the future."

Mr. Hu Ba's expression was complicated as he said, "Lard is so expensive now. Why don't you take more home? How much can I eat by myself?"

"This amount can only make one can at most, which is not much."

Yang Jun smiled back.

He first cut the lard into pieces, then added water to the pot and put cold water into the pot. As the water boiled, the lard cooking began.

In fact, lard should be blanched or something, but under the current conditions, blanching it would be a waste, so it is not blanched by default. The pork made in this way has a stronger flavor and is more satisfying, just for this flavor.

As the water gradually rose and fell, the lard also began to change color.

As time goes by, oil is slowly fried out.

At this time, you need to stir it while giving the top and bottom a chance to come into even contact.

The water that was added at the beginning has gradually evaporated, leaving only the oil.

The strong aroma of lard spread with the wind and drifted throughout the entire Nanying Lane, making many children from different families sniff hard. It smelled so good.

The adults also started to spit and curse in their hearts.

Who would cook meat for so long at night? It’s so tempting.

Fortunately, it is not cooked every day, otherwise Mr. Hu would have no peace of mind.

"All right."

When the white oil completely turned into yellow residue, Yang Jun fished it out.

He couldn't help but pick up a piece of lard and put it in his mouth.

"Crunch..." The crispy taste makes people nod uncontrollably.

"Master, the oil residue is just right for eating now, please try it."

Mr. Hu was not polite and picked up a pair of chopsticks.

He used his chopsticks to swat away Yang Jun's hand that was extended again, handed him a pair of chopsticks and said, "Be careful not to burn your hands, you are so impatient."

As he spoke, a look of delight appeared on his face.

The addition of such a mischievous boy to the house actually made the place more lively and made him feel less lonely. "Hey, this tastes even better when you grab it and eat it."

Yang Jun picked up a piece of lean meat and put it in his mouth, his mouth full of fragrance.

"Master, you eat first. I'll get the jar to fill with oil."

"No hurry, wait for the oil to cool down first, otherwise it will be too hot."

Yang Jun stopped and said, "That's right."

So he turned to the other side, to the stove where the bacon was cooking.

The bacon had been cooked long ago, so he took it out of the pot and started working in the kitchen.

Braised pork takes a long time to make, so we have to sit down and chat during the preparation process.

Mr. Hu Ba said angrily: "If I cook like you every day, how much firewood will be wasted? I'm just greedy."

"Master, don't you want to try some braised pork?"

Yang Jun raised his eyebrows.

Mr. Hu picked up his pipe, but put it down again.

Said: "These days, just having meat to eat is good enough. I'm not that picky."

After a pause, he continued, "Don't always send so many things to an old man like me. I can't do anything that my family needs."

"Master, this is my second home. Don't be so formal."

"Haha, you're welcome, kid."

Mr. Hu shook his head, turned and went to the outer room, feeling deeply touched.

In his life, apart from that nephew, Yang Jun is his only biological disciple. He will give him everything he has in the end, so what he said is correct.

When it was beginning to get dark, the two finally finished their meal.

Yang Jun put the uneaten dishes in the cupboard and told Mr. Hu to finish them quickly tomorrow. Then he washed the dishes and prepared to leave.

"It's so late today, just sleep here. Just add a pillow."

Mr. Hu looked out the window and knocked the table with his pipe.

"Master, I have an appointment and need to go over there, so I won't keep you here any longer. You should go to bed early."

As he said this, he opened the door and left in a carefree manner, feeling really at home.

"This kid." Mr. Hu shook his head and ignored him.

By the time Yang Jun returned to Zhongqiao Lane, it was already completely dark, and he could only find his way by relying on his night vision.

There were almost no people outside late at night, and only occasionally could you see someone hurried home carrying a lantern.

After knocking on the door, it was quickly opened.

Wei Ran's face, which was slightly worried, was revealed.

Seeing that he was fine and still smiling, she immediately became indifferent again.

"Why so late?"

Yang Jun directly squeezed her hand: "I chatted with my master for a while and made him a delicious meal. It's too late to eat."

Wei Ran tried to pull his hand away but it didn't move, so he had no choice but to let him do it.

She rolled her eyes and said, "You're bullying me as soon as you get back. Go inside quickly."

These words sound like those of a wife waiting for her husband at home.

After the two of them entered the house together, Yang Jun saw the mat that had already been laid.

He paused for a moment: "Are you really going to sleep on the floor?"

Wei Ran panicked: "Where else do you want to sleep if not on the floor?"

Of course she knew what Yang Jun wanted to express, but wasn't that going too far?

Although she has no intention of getting married, she is not a casual person.

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