bookrandom Chapter 111 Doing My Part for My Brother
Chapter 111 Doing My Part for My Brother
However, because Gong Yong's mother thought the gas account was too expensive, she didn't install it, and decades later, it still hasn't been installed.
In this spot, Gong Yong placed a row of aluminum alloy cabinets. After placing them, Gong Yong went to the kitchen and saw that the location where the wood-burning stove used to be remained unchanged.
However, the cabinet area was still made of stacked stones, which affected the space in the kitchen.
Gong Yong simply put everything inside on the stove, including bowls, the oil his brother's wife and brother had put in, and some dried goods. He took everything out.
Then they removed the stones and the dilapidated wooden cupboard that had stood there for many years, and then used a hoe to clear out a space in that spot.
Then, Gong Yong moved the jars and pots to the side, and took out a set of modular cabinets, also made of aluminum alloy, which were kitchen cabinets, and installed them there.
Then open the jars and pots that have been moved out and take a look. Put the oil ones aside, the sauerkraut ones aside, and the pickled vegetable ones aside.
This is a jar he used to keep when he was a child and growing up. He can still roughly tell what was in it. It was kept under the cupboard.
Above the main cabinet were several wall cabinets. Gong Yong took out a drill bit, expansion screws, and other supplies. After checking the distance above, he drove the expansion screws in with one hand and quickly hung the wall cabinets up.
Then he screwed in a few more expansion bolts to secure it, and the row of kitchen wall cabinets was installed. The space above was empty. Then he installed the cabinet doors. He was so fast; the two old men below could barely see him. After installation...
Gong Yong noticed that the water tank was made of plastic, which he thought was bad, but he didn't touch it because he hadn't bought one before, so he would just make do with it.
Then he looked at the firewood and timber area, and took away the square table in the room between the kitchen and the main room. There was a square table near the door with a lot of things on it, and he took that away as well.
Take everything out, remove the table, sweep the area with a broom, and sweep away all the shoes and other odds and ends.
Gong Yong set up a fireplace, the kind he bought, and let the chimney out of the window. He quickly went to the woodpile in the kitchen, grabbed a few pieces of firewood, took some gasoline from his storage space, sprayed some on it, and then grabbed some more firewood. He quickly lit it.
He turned off the fire and closed the door to the kitchen.
The entire space was only about forty square meters, and in no time, the whole room became lively.
It was supposed to be the middle of the night, but Gong Yong spent two hours working on it, and soon the room was on fire.
Afterwards, Gong Yong asked, "Do you two want to have some late-night snacks?"
Then the old man said he wasn't feeling well and couldn't eat.
Gong Yong said, "Then let's brew some warm tea."
Gong Yong then took out a glass jar from his spatial storage, immediately started boiling sugarcane, adding red dates and goji berries, and then took out a bottle of water from his spatial storage as well.
The clean, pure liquid was poured into a teapot and placed on the stove to boil. Above it was a table measuring 8 meters by 80 centimeters.
Now you can start a fire, you can use firewood or coal. There are two openings on top, one small and one large. If you open the larger one, you can put a small pot inside. There's a lid on top.
The top one can hold a teapot, and the smaller one can also hold a small teapot.
This has the advantage that it's very popular in the north, but not in the surrounding cities and towns of Rongcheng. So when Gong Yong took it out,
His younger brother was very surprised at the time, "Isn't this from the Northeast?"
"Yes," Gong Yong said, "that's right. You brought it back specifically for yourself, so it's both warm and good for cooking, and you two can also drink hot water."
Gong Yong would boil tea anytime, anywhere, placing it on the smaller spout. He then took out a pot and asked the two old men if they wanted some noodles. The two old men thought for a moment and nodded.
Then Gong Yong heated the pan, added some lard, and started frying eggs—all of which he had taken from his spatial storage. After frying three eggs...
He then cut off a piece of pork from the other side and diced it.
Then he stir-fried it in the pot, and after that, he took out some vegetable leaves from his spatial storage and started cooking them. After cooking...
Three bowls of clear broth noodles, with a poached egg, a little minced lean meat, and some greens—that's what the elderly couple ate. They sat by the stove; it had been a bit cold before, but now it was warm and they ate right next to the stove.
Because the stove was wide, it could also be used as a table. After the three of them finished eating, Gong Yong said, "It's almost dawn."
"Should we go take a nap?" Both said no, they didn't need much sleep.
Gong Yong said, "Even if you don't need much sleep, go and get some. I'll stay downstairs."
My brother's wife said, "Brother, I'll go clean a room for you. I already cleaned it yesterday when you said you were coming. Now you can go to sleep. Is it still your room, or the one you used to have?"
Gong Yong said, "No need, you guys go upstairs to sleep, I'll stay here." His younger brother asked in surprise, "Then how will you sleep?" Gong Yong said, "Watch me."
Gong Yong set up a single bunk bed next to the stove, and then a double bunk bed came out. The bed used to belong to Gong Yong's children. The bottom was 1.2 meters high and the top was 90 meters high. Gong Yong immediately put on the bedding, the sheets he had bought himself, and the quilt, and then he slept there.
Gong Yong's younger brother and sister-in-law took a look and thought it was good; it wouldn't be cold, and the stove was burning.
The couple shakily made their way up to the second floor, ready to go to sleep.
After the couple went upstairs, Gong Yong walked around a few rooms. He noticed another room next to the main room, which had two small rooms that were currently empty, filled with some farm tools.
Then, he sleeps in another room behind this room, at the back of the room, there's another small room, about twenty or thirty square meters.
Seeing my brother and his wife climbing the stairs, trembling and unsteady...
He thought for a moment, wondering if he could use the money from demolishing the main room and then install a bed in this room.
So that my brothers and their wives don't have to climb the stairs, they can live downstairs.
Gong Yong acted immediately. He put the bed he had just made into his spatial storage and then turned on the lights in the inner room.
The room was filled with farm tools, large vats containing corn, cornmeal and other things, all in a messy state. There were also pickle jars, a wooden bed, and a dressing table.
Gong Yong simply put all the things into his spatial storage, and the room immediately became much brighter.
Where should we put these jars?
Gong Yong placed them on the other side of the main room, in the room past the stairwell, removed the antique bed, tidied up the room, and put all the jars and pots inside.
After placing them, since Gong Yong had already collected two antique beds, he knocked on a wall in the back of the house. It seemed to be made of bricks, and yes, it was bricks.
Gong Yong gently pinched the brick along the edge with both hands, and it crumbled. He continued pinching his way down the wall.
Then he went to the other side, the side where the refrigerator was, moved the refrigerator aside, and squeezed through the gap, crushing a row of red bricks.
Gong Yong seized the opportunity to retract the bricks, and all the bricks were put into the space, making the entire room incredibly spacious, looking like it was fifty or sixty square meters.
After finishing, Gong Yong walked around and felt it was pretty good, except that the ground wasn't very smooth, with potholes and uneven surfaces. Gong Yong thought for a moment and decided that leveling it with some cement would be feasible, remembering that he still had cement, sand, and gravel that Lin Yue had bought many years ago in his space.
Gong Yong closed all the doors and windows, then took out several bags of cement, sand, and gravel from the space and started mixing them.
Just as I was about to stir, I saw the installed cabinets, refrigerators, and a burning stove. With a wave of my hand, I put everything in the room into my space, including the burning stove.
After thinking it over, I felt it was about time, so I opened the kitchen door, gently placed the large plastic water tank into the space, transported it to this house, and poured the water inside into the cement.
He worked alone for a while, shoveling and mixing, and started leveling the room. He leveled the entire room in twenty or thirty minutes, then slowly scraped it with cement. He looked at his shoes and sighed, "Never mind."
As they kept scraping, they continued scraping all the way to the entrance of the main room, leveling the entire room.
At the entrance to the main room, this side of the main room was plastered with cement, but this room was not.
After he finished, he stood in the main room, where the first rays of morning sunlight were already shining in.
To prevent the floor of the room from being stepped on, he blocked off both sides.
His brother and his wife were still sleeping when he saw the beef, mutton, and pork on the ceiling in the main room. So he carried half a pig to the kitchen.
Gong Yong carried half a pig to the kitchen, took out an antique wooden square table he had collected earlier, placed it in the center of the kitchen, and put the pork on it.
Then, he took out a boning knife, a butcher's knife, and various knives for slicing meat from his storage space and began to process the half pig.
He removed the ribs and put them into a large pot, which was originally empty.
Next, remove the pig's trotters, flanks, and head, and then cut the meat off strip by strip along the spine, each strip weighing about three or four pounds.
After cutting, separate the lean meat from the thigh and set it aside.
Gong Yong then heated a large pot, put the numerous bones in a large basin, dried the pot, and began to remove the hair from the pig skin on the pork fat.
He worked quickly and soon finished removing all the fur.
Then he took them to the hallway outside the kitchen, which connected to the kitchen, where there was a water pipe.
To make it easier to clean the traces of hair removal from the pork skin, he turned on the water and rinsed it, cleaning all the areas where the pig hair had been removed in just 30 minutes.
He strung them together with palm leaves, hung them on a bamboo pole under the eaves of the kitchen with hooks, and let them drip dry before making braised meat and cured meat.
He was worried that his brother and his wife would be unhealthy from eating too much cured meat, so he decided to make braised meat.
Gong Yong was worried that after he left, his brother and his wife wouldn't even have meat to eat. He looked around the house and found that there was indeed no meat, and the refrigerator was broken, so he guessed that the two elderly people hadn't bought any meat either.
He sealed up the double-door refrigerator, and the small drawer under the freezer compartment was already full, containing nearly twenty or thirty kilograms of pure beef meatballs made from minced meat.
After making the meatballs, there were still some left, so Gong Yong put them in a bowl and planned to eat them over the next few days.
The beef ribs were still there, as were the hooves and head. Gong Yong boiled a pot of water in a large pot and began to process the pig's head. He heated an iron hook until it was red-hot and then cleaned the pig's hair off the head. After cleaning it, he also cleaned the hair off the pig's hooves and the head.
The fire-breathing tool was like a glass bottle. After it was set up, it was turned off, put away, wiped clean, rinsed in the water pipe, strung on palm leaves, and hung on the wall next to the kitchen.
After hanging these things up, it's morning and I'm in a rush.
He moved yesterday's stove to the middle of the main room, opened the door a little, raised the chimney so it could protrude through the window, and then started cooking porridge over a small fire while placing a steamer on a larger fire.
Gong Yong quickly took out flour to prepare the filling, set it aside to ferment, and then took some pork belly, removed the skin, and put it into a meat grinder to grind it into small pieces.
Then he took out garlic, scallions, and sweet bean sauce from his storage space.
He kept half of the minced meat fresh and stir-fried the other half in a pot with sweet bean sauce. Then he mixed the cooked and raw meat together, added some chopped green onions and shiitake mushrooms, along with salt, chicken bouillon, MSG, garlic, and cooking wine to remove any fishy smell. He also poured in some Sichuan peppercorn oil and stirred it well.
By this time, the dough had risen, and the steamer basket was steaming. He began to wrap the buns.
Soon, he had filled the steamer with twelve buns. He filled three rounds, and the filling was almost used up, and the dough was almost gone too. He used the remaining dough to make three steamed buns and placed them on top to steam.
Fifteen minutes later, the aroma of steamed buns wafted upstairs to his brother and his wife... After hanging up the pork, he was worried that the process of butchering the ribs would disturb them as they were sleeping, so he placed the ribs in a large wooden basin and set them aside.
Then, he took the other half of the beef, removed the beef ribs, horns, and head, and set them aside.
Then, just like you would with pork, cut the beef into pieces weighing three or four pounds each.
Because the beef has almost no fat, it was sliced into strips and hung up. After hanging the beef, there was lamb.
Gong Yong thought for a moment and decided to wait until his brother and his wife got up before discussing how to handle the mutton.
Gong Yong took out a small beef ball making machine, plugged it in, and put the finely chopped beef into it to grind it into a paste.
Soon, the large pot was filled with warm water, and he began to squeeze out beef balls.
After preparing a lot of beef balls, he took out plastic bags, filled each bag with about ten meatballs, sealed nearly fifty bags, put them at the bottom of the refrigerator, and then turned on the refrigerator.
The Gong brothers and their wives upstairs smelled the aroma of steamed buns coming from downstairs, so they got up and prepared to go downstairs.
Gong Yong was still busy after finishing making the steamed buns. He turned down the heat and went to the kitchen.
The kitchen floor was dirt, uneven. He put away the pots and pans that he had previously stored in another small room, installed the new cabinets, and then took out cement and sand to start mixing them to level the kitchen floor.
This busy work left him drenched in sweat. He also moved the woodpile that was originally in the kitchen into his spatial storage and placed it in the spacious courtyard outside the main room.
While Gong Yong was busy, his brother and his wife from upstairs came down.
Seeing his elder brother busy, the younger brother wanted to help, but he was too old to move, so he could only sit in the main room and watch his elder brother work.
After the kitchen was leveled, Gong Yong turned around and saw his younger brother and sister-in-law coming downstairs. He immediately washed his hands and changed his clothes, then sat down by the stove in the main room and asked them if there was anything else they wanted to eat.
Gong Yong's brother said, "Brother, I want to eat fried dough sticks."
The brother's wife said, "Brother, I want to eat sesame balls. I haven't had them for many years. My teeth are almost too weak to chew them. I just want to have one."
Seeing that his brother and his wife had ordered what he liked, Gong Yong went to get the braised noodles. He used half raw dough and half cooked dough, added a few grams of salt, and quickly kneaded them. He added a little cooking oil while kneading, and soon the dough was ready. It was elastic and shaped when pulled.
Gong Yong quickly made a fried dough stick and placed it on a strainer. For the sesame balls, which required glutinous rice, Gong Yong took out glutinous rice flour from his own storage space, quickly added water, and kneaded it into small balls. Then he started frying the balls, frying about ten large balls and placing them in the strainer.
Gong Yong immediately took out a small round table from his spatial storage, on which was placed a basket of steamed buns, four fried dough sticks on one plate, five sesame balls on another plate, and a bowl of porridge for each of the three people. They then began to eat breakfast.
It was already past 10 a.m., and this was only the first round of breakfast. The two elderly people ate very happily because they hadn't had such a delicious meal in a very long time.
What Gong Yong brought out were all kinds of spiritual rice and spiritual flour, which are almost non-existent on the market.
The couple had these things brought to them by their older brother many years ago, and ten years later, they had long since used them up.
Seeing Gong Yong bring so much food again today, the couple had big smiles on their faces and ate very happily.
After dinner, the brother's wife wanted to take the dishes to the kitchen to wash them, but Gong Yong said, "You shouldn't go into the room or kitchen next door today. I've already leveled the surface, but the cement isn't dry yet." The brother and his wife nodded in agreement.