Dusk was drawing near. After everyone packed up the things they had brought, they began to light the fire and cook.
Yang Chengche was in charge of the cooking. He was also a clansman of Yang Zhengshan's grandson's generation.
Yang Chengche had lost his mother young and depended on his father for survival. He had taken over the household kitchen at a very young age.
Even after getting married, he remained the chief cook of his family.
However, his family circumstances were not good. Even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice; no matter how good his skills had been before, he had never had a chance to display them.
But today, Yang Chengche finally had the opportunity to show off his cooking.
When a plate of stir-fried chicken was brought to the table, Yang Zhengshan could not help twitching his nose.
"What an aroma!"
He could not resist picking up a piece of chicken with his chopsticks first.
The meat was tender, stewed to perfection. The flavor was rather salty, exactly to his liking.
How should he put it?
Although Yang Chengche's cooking could not be called exceptional, and he probably could not even compare to the chefs in Anning County, Yang Zhengshan was still immensely pleased.
Do not forget that Yang Chengche's family had never had the means to stir-fry chicken before. They could barely eat meat a few times a year.
This plate of stir-fried chicken he made today might well have been his first.
For a first attempt to turn out like this was already very good.
"Very good, very good. Starting today, you are the mess cook!"
His cooking was far better than Wang's back home. Yang Zhengshan gave him high praise.
"Mess cook? Great-uncle, what is a mess cook?"
Yang Chengche was not