funbook-pk Chapter 171: The Cold End: Back to the Past
Chapter 171: The Cold End: Back to the Past
With a "ding" sound, Jiang Jiang smiled. She opened the air fryer, took out the baked New Orleans chicken wings and spicy wings, put in a bag of French fries, and let the fryer continue to work.
On the other side, Wang Yiran also greeted a few children and brought the cooked dishes to the table.
But Jiang Jiang hadn't arrived yet, so they stood beside the table, looking at the table full of food, and couldn't stop swallowing their saliva.
“Freshly baked chicken wings are here!”
Jiang Jiang came to the table carrying a large plate of fragrant grilled chicken wings.
"There'll be another plate of French fries in ten minutes, but let's eat first!"
As soon as Jiang Jiang, who was promoted to the 'king of children', sat down, several other children also squeezed together and sat on the benches.
She enthusiastically invited a few children to try her specialty - grilled chicken wings.
"There are two flavors, one is fried chicken wings, and the other is New Orleans grilled chicken wings. You can try both."
Wang Yiran had never eaten fried chicken before, so she asked curiously:
“Is this the fried chicken from TV?”
"And French fries! Are they the same golden, crispy ones you see on TV?"
After Jiang Xiaobei and Jiang Jiang became familiar with each other, he became a little chatterbox.
Jiang Jiang nodded, enjoying the worshipful looks from the children.
Although they are all marinated chicken wings and French fries, she only needs to fry them in the air fryer for twenty minutes, but after all, they are the results of her labor.
Jiang Jiang took out a few packets of ketchup, squeezed them into a small dish, and put some chili powder in another dish.
Several children launched a fierce attack on the plate of chicken wings, while Jiang Jiang leisurely ate the braised pork trotters and picked up a handful of rice with fish-flavored pork shreds.
I have to say that Wang Yiran's craftsmanship is really good, at least much better than her own.
The pig's trotters are stewed until they are soft and boneless. When you take a bite, you can taste the collagen. The slightly overcooked soybeans are sticky and it is absolutely perfect when paired with rice.
The little girl’s craftsmanship is really good. Jiang Jiang realized that sometimes talent is more useful than hard work.
This strengthened Jiang Jiang's belief in stocking up on ready-made delicacies.
Leave the ingredients to someone who can cook.
Jiang Jiang announced that in this copy world, she is the dear elder sister of Wang Yiran and others.
If she had a bite of meat, they would have to work hard.
Eating crispy French fries, delicious fried chicken, and gnawing on two pieces of pig's trotters, this feast combining Chinese and Western cuisine made everyone's belly full.
Several little guys were lying on the big chairs in the main hall of Jiang Jiang's house to digest their food.
"Sister Jiang Jiang, can I eat so many delicious foods if I have money?"
"Sister Jiang Jiang, do you have to study first before you can make money?"
Jiang Jiang ate a lot as well. She lay in a bamboo rocking chair, feeling very relaxed.
After hearing the questions from the children, she pondered for a few seconds before answering:
"What do you want to be in the future?"
Several children were immediately attracted by her question and rushed to answer.
"I want to be a doctor so that my father's illness can be cured. He always complains that the medicine is too expensive and refuses to take it."
"I want to be an astronaut, like on TV, and go to outer space!"
"I just want to be like my older brothers and sisters, to go out and work and earn money so I can buy all kinds of delicious food."
"I want to study and get out of the mountains."
The last sentence was said by Wang Yiran.
Jiang Jiang realized that no matter whether becoming a teacher or a doctor, what every child desires most in their heart is to escape from the mountains of poverty.
Going out has become a nightmare for everyone.
Mountains mean poverty, hunger and death.
"Yes, everyone's wishes will come true. God will not let down hard-working children."
Jiang Jiang couldn't really say the words of dissatisfaction, so he could only comfort her.
The world is about to undergo a major change. All previous order will be disrupted. Humans, together with all living things, will return to the starting line and embark on an extreme cold challenge of survival of the fittest.
Maybe, everyone in Qingshan Village will have new opportunities.
"Let's go! Let's go pick oranges. Let's compete to see who can pick the biggest and best oranges!"
The orange picking team, Jiang Jiang and his group of seven, set off with backpacks on their backs!
After walking for about ten minutes, they arrived at the hillside not far from Qingshan Village.
The hillside is planted with orange trees. Some of the trees with thick trunks are decades old. It is said that they were planted by Grandma Wang when she was a child, which is seventy or eighty years ago.
Now that the oranges are ripe, small orange lanterns are dotted among the green leaves.
Wang Yiran also had a few bamboo poles with hooks tied to them. He could use the hooks to lower the branches of the oranges at the top of the tree, making it easier to pick them.
Everyone has a clear division of labor and picks the fruits from each tree one by one to ensure that nothing is missed.
Several short children were responsible for picking the oranges at the bottom. Jiang Jiang and Wang Yiran were taller, so they picked the fruits in the middle of the tree. After everyone had finished picking, someone would either climb up the tree to pick the fruits, or use a hook to hook down the branches to pick the fruits.
After picking a few oranges, Jiang Jiang took out the small knife he carried with him, cut two oranges, and gave each of them a slice to sweeten their mouths.
The oranges from Qingshan Village have been carefully selected over the years and are therefore very sweet.
Unfortunately, the popular varieties now include the pomelo, ugly orange, and sugar orange.
Their navel oranges and tangerines are not very famous, and the prices have not gone up. Even though Jiang, Jiang and his seven companions worked for more than half an hour, they only managed to pick two baskets of tangerines.
It would be considered good if these one hundred kilograms of oranges could be sold for sixty or seventy yuan. The more likely possibility is that the price will be lowered and they may not even be sold for fifty yuan.
"The oranges in our village are delicious! The oranges I bought near the school cost four yuan a pound, but they are not as delicious as the ones in our village."
"Four dollars a pound?"
When they heard the price, Wang Yiran and the others were stunned.
Jiang Xiaobei started counting on his fingers.
One catty costs four yuan, ten catties cost forty yuan, so one hundred catties would cost four hundred yuan, right?
It’s hard to say whether they can sell the oranges they picked today for 400 yuan.
Could it be that the price of oranges has increased this year?
Wang Yiran suddenly became full of energy. If the harvest was good this year, maybe her parents would let her study for two more years. It would be great if she could be admitted to university like Sister Jiang Jiang.
Wang Yiran glanced at Jiang Jiang's back without leaving a trace, her eyes full of envy.
What Jiang Jiang just said was indeed true.
At the fruit stall near the school, oranges are sold for four yuan per pound, and they are not as delicious as those in the village.
As for selling it to the orange collectors for a few cents, Jiang Jiang was not happy about it.
Normally it’s okay, but the extreme cold doomsday is approaching, and even oranges are a rare good thing.
As she was picking oranges, she had a new idea.