Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

Wan Feng didn't dare to say that he mistook hairtail for mackerel, otherwise he would be laughed at.

That is to say, there are two remaining dishes that need meat. Of course, fried fish does not need meat.

Wan Feng divided the meat on the vegetable mound into two, and then dumped one half of the meat into the pot. He wanted to eat meat fried with green peppers instead of fried meat with green peppers.

When the meat is fried to the fire, the green peppers are poured into the pot, and immediately a spicy taste rises into the sky.

Wan Feng quickly closed his nose and panted with his mouth, so as not to be coughed by the spicy taste.

In his previous life, Wan Feng liked to eat fried meat with green peppers very much, so he often made enough food and clothing by himself, so he still accumulated a lot of experience in fried green peppers.

Seeing that the skin of the green pepper began to wrinkle, Wan Feng licked a little bit of water, then put salt, poured soy sauce, and MSG... forget it if there is no MSG.

Stir it again with a shovel, then take a large plate and serve it out.

After pouring water and washing the pot, my uncle just finished sweeping the yard and entered the house.

"Don't go, pull the bellows for me, the next one is stewed tofu, don't you love tofu the most?"

Zhu Ping was actually in a hurry to listen to the tape recorder. Now that he has his own tape recorder, he just plugged it into his room and hasn't listened to it yet.

Hearing that Wan Feng ordered Zhu Ping to stand helplessly in front of the bellows.

After pouring a little less oil into the pot, Wan Feng threw the remaining meat on the vegetable pier into the pot.

Zhu Ping's eyes straightened: "So much meat!"

"Pull the bellows quickly, don't look around, do you think there is too much meat?"

Zhu Ping chuckled: "Of course, the more meat the better, I'm afraid your stew won't taste good."

"Cut! You can secretly be happy if you can eat the food I cook."

Zhu Ping curled his lips: "I doubt whether the food you cook is good or not?"

Is it good or not? In my previous life, I worked in rural areas as a guest chef, so stewed tofu is nothing.

After the meat was fried to [-]% heat, Wan Feng poured the cut tofu into the pot.

The tofu was made by my grandma herself from the beans that had been grinding for a long time yesterday. The quantity was absolutely sufficient, and Wan Feng dumped a small pot of tofu into the pot.

As the saying goes, one thousand rolls of tofu and ten thousand rolls of fish, tofu must be stewed for enough time so that the flavor of the soup can soak into the tofu.

This pot of tofu simmered for 10 minutes, and the whole room was filled with aroma.

"Don't tell me, your stewed tofu smells delicious." Zhu Ping finally began to face up to Wan Feng's craftsmanship.

"I've been a master chef, you can lie down on the bed and have fun secretly when you eat the dishes I cook. After eating this time, I guess I'll have to wait until the Chinese New Year next time if I want to eat. It depends on whether I like to cook or not. "

"Have you ever been a master?" Zhu Ping questioned.

This seems to be a slip of the tongue, but Wan Feng didn't care about making a fool of himself and got away with it.

When the heat is up, lift the pot, carefully scoop out the stewed tofu and put them into two small pots.

My aunt's beans over there have also been stewed, and she is making the last dish, putting the cut fish pieces into the pan for frying.

Her kind of fried fish is similar to barbecue, that is, the pot is heated without licking water or oil, and the fish pieces are roasted raw in the pot, which is very delicious.

After the fish was fried, dinner began.

Chapter 322 I Can't Forget You

The rice is snow-white rice, and my aunt filled five bowls of rice.

This is the second meal of rice that Wan Feng ate at his grandma's house after the Chinese New Year this year, and the first meal was on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Unknowingly, my uncle brought a black plastic jug and two glasses from that corner. The plastic jug was half filled with shochu, which looked like loose wine sold by the supply and marketing agency for fifty cents a catty.

Wan Feng seemed to think of something and slapped his head: "I bought good wine, and I'm going to drink it for you today, and I forgot about all the fuss."

He got up and went into the house and took out two bottles of Chen Xiang from his box.

Zhu Ping saw that Le's saliva was drooling, and the plastic jug was thrown into the corner. He unscrewed the lid of the wine bottle and poured a glass for his father first, and then poured another glass for himself.

After thinking about it, he poured another cup for Wan Feng.

"I won't drink it." Wan Feng quickly refused, he didn't intend to stick to this thing in his life.

"You can't drink it, you drank it in Liang Wan that time."

Isn't that beer? Is it the same thing as liquor?

Under his brother-in-law's eyes, Wan Feng had no choice but to pick up his wine glass and take a sip like a suffocated mouse.

A burst of pungentness rolls down the abdomen along the throat, as if adding fuel to the fire, a flame rises up and roasts the internal organs.Afterwards, the spicy backlash rushed up to the nose and eyes, and tears came down.

"Hahahaha!" Seeing Wan Feng's tears dripping down, my uncle smiled recklessly like the white-faced traitor who got his way in the drama.

Wan Feng gritted his teeth in resentment, he was very upset when he saw his brother-in-law's complacency, and he had to drink him down to make him complacent.

Next, Wan Feng tried his best to persuade Xiaojiu to drink, while he himself drank less, or refused to drink, or secretly poured wine on the ground. Anyway, grandpa probably drank two or two of a bottle of wine, and the two of them drank the rest up.

The uncle was finally turned on his back, and ran back to the room to sleep crookedly, but Wan Feng seemed to have overdosed.

He doesn't have a lot of alcohol in himself, and he just pours it out when he doesn't drink.

Even if he drank half less than Zhu Ping today, he would still drink two or three taels, and his head would feel a little dizzy.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks and walking outside, grandma's voice came from behind just two steps away.

"Don't go, wait until the full moon is over before leaving."

"I'm not going, just sit outside for a while."

When Wan Feng went outside, the wind blew and the alcohol made his head dizzy, and he sat on a small stool in front of the door, leaning against the wall.

Grandma moved out a small round table from the house and put it in front of the door, and then put five small plates on the table, each containing bean pods, peanuts, grapes, moon cakes and apples.

When grandma fiddled with these things, she declined everyone to intervene. After she finished fiddling, she knelt on a cushion and chanted some spells.

Wan Feng sat there against the wall and looked at his grandma, then turned to look at the moon in Dongshan.

It was about seven o'clock in the evening, and the round moon had just risen from Dongshan Mountain, and it stuck to the top of Dongshan Mountain, looking proudly at Wan Feng.

If the moon looks down on the world and can see himself, he must be able to see his parents and siblings. I wonder if parents, siblings are also looking at the moon at this moment. Do you want to be alone outside?

Wan Feng's drunken eyes seemed to see the faces of his parents and younger siblings through the reflection of the moon, and the wine in his belly began to churn, and he burst into tears unknowingly under the stirring of alcohol.

In order not to be seen by his grandparents in his embarrassment, Wan Feng prepared to go out as soon as his grandma's full moon was over.