After binding the system, Mrs. Wei went down the mountain

Second Uncle Song said with a proud look:

"Sister Wei, how awesome am I! Everyone ate a whole bag of rice at noon, and there was nothing left!"

For a chef, having a plate and a bowl is the greatest compliment. As a chef with more than 20 years of experience, his confidence is fully inspired at this moment.

Mrs. Wei looked straight in the eye.

Beasts, they are just a bunch of beasts!

During dinner, Uncle Song had already moved to the restaurant to prepare. Mrs. Wei looked around and entered the kitchen.

Since Second Uncle Song came, there have been many more varieties of dishes on the dining table. They are no longer limited to cabbage stewed with potatoes, sauerkraut stewed potatoes and other old dishes. Second Uncle Song is simply a cook. He has nothing to do except cooking. He cooks in the yard every day. Waiting, just thinking about eating.

Second Uncle Song was not afraid of trouble. He made fried eggplant boxes, fried lotus root boxes, and croquettes for everyone every day, and everyone's appetite became better and better. Now he can't hold back even two bags of rice a day.

Second Uncle Song was cooking a Northeastern specialty dish, crispy yellow vegetables. The kitchen was very hot and noisy, and it felt a bit like a chef in a hotel. The sweat beads of Uncle Song flowed down his cheeks and into his clothes, but he didn't feel uncomfortable. He saw Mrs. Wei coming. , shouted loudly:

"Sister Wei, you are here!"

Mrs. Wei nodded and signaled Uncle Song to continue cooking.

Seeing Second Uncle Song's neat movements, even Mrs. Wei couldn't help but nod, she is indeed a good cook.

Plate the dishes and divide them into plates.

Uncle Song then wiped the sweat from his face, took off his tall chef hat and asked:

"Sister Wei, what do you want from me?"

Mrs. Wei coughed twice.

"Erdan, please make the dishes lighter in the future. We are all old people here, and it is not good to eat too salty food. Moreover, most of the old people are from the Beijing city, and the taste is not as strong as ours."

"Okay, Sister Wei, I understand. Don't worry. By the way, how do you like my crispy yellow vegetables?"

Mrs. Wei took one look at the fried golden eggs, swallowed, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it. It was crispy and sweet in her mouth. It was so delicious that it made people cry.

Uncle Song looked at Mrs. Wei who was silent and thought the dish had failed. Just when he was about to pick up his chopsticks and taste it, he heard Sister Wei's voice.

"Well, not bad, but there is still a little bit behind me. Keep working hard in the future!"

After speaking, Mrs. Wei patted Second Uncle Song on the shoulder and left.

Uncle Song stood there and tasted the crispy yellow vegetables he had made.

Crispy and sweet.

Nothing to find fault with?

Uncle Song thought for a long time.

"It seems that my cooking skills are still not good, and there is still a big gap between me and Sister Wei. I will ask Sister Wei someday if there is anything that can be improved on this dish?"

Mrs. Wei who just left the dormitory.

"Ding, the system reward has been credited to 12 cow coins!"

Uncle Song continued to turn on the fire, and the next dish was cabbage meatballs. This dish was the best to go with rice. When it came out of the pot, Uncle Song kept in mind Sister Wei's words and added a few spoons less salt.

Seeing that it was already time to eat, Mrs. Wei once again walked to the restaurant with her little feet.

Yue Hong waved quickly when she saw Mrs. Wei.

"Miss Wei!"

Mrs. Wei sat down and then asked with a smile:

"How about the food tonight? Is it delicious?"

Yue Hong looked excited.

"Sister Wei, it's so delicious. Where did you find Song Erdan? This skill is comparable to that of a chef in Beijing."

Fu Ye also smiled and answered:

"Especially the pickled pickles, they taste very good. Sister Wei, have you tried them?"

Mrs. Wei looked at the plate of cabbage in the middle of the table and saw that it was all bottomed out.

Yao Yufeng directly pulled the bottom of the plate into his bowl, and then shouted:

"Erdan, give us another plate of pickles."

"Sister Wei, these pickles go very well with rice."

After finishing speaking, Yao Yufeng finished her bowl of rice with a few mouthfuls of pickles, and then went to fill up another bowl.

Niu Cuifen said coquettishly from the side:

"Sister Wei, let me tell you, this is all thanks to me."

Mrs. Wei looked at Niu Cuifen in confusion.

"Usually Erdan has a good command of the salty and light taste of this dish. I don't know what happened today. The dish was very bland, so I asked him for a plate of pickled vegetables. Look, I found another dish for everyone. Everyone It tastes delicious.”

Mrs. Wei twitched her lips, it turned out that the culprit was here!

In the two months after the new year, the new members gradually adapted to the life here, and everyone ate more and more. From one bag of rice a day at the beginning, to two bags of rice a day, and then to Now with two and a half bags, Mrs. Wei has gone from distressed to numb. Seeing Lin Tieqiang buy another cart of rice, Mrs. Wei squinted her eyes and thought to herself, just think of raising pigs.

"Mom, please keep an eye on me. I haven't been at home all afternoon. I have to go see how Brother Muzhu is doing."

Now Lin Tieqiang has gradually adapted to the life of taking care of Da Mulu. Occasionally, he will feel worried when he stays outside for a long time.

Mrs. Wei nodded and directed the rice delivery person to move into the warehouse.

A young man often came here to deliver goods. When he saw Mr. Wei coming, he took out his account book and said:

"Aunt Wei, your family is really amazing. They have eaten nearly [-] kilograms of rice this month."

Hearing this, Mrs. Wei's facial muscles twitched unconsciously.

"Haha, this is not a senior care class, there are quite a lot of people."

The young man looked around and then asked:

"Aunt Wei, the treatment here is pretty good. I think it's better than the nursing homes in the county."

It was just in time for noon, and Uncle Song was cooking. The aroma of the food wafted directly from the back kitchen of the restaurant to the yard.

The young man sniffed twice.

"Aunt Wei, the food here is so delicious. No wonder you can eat so much rice in a month?"

Mrs. Wei smiled awkwardly.

The young man seemed to realize that he talked too much, so he quickly said:

"Aunt Wei, I don't talk too much. My grandma is living in my house recently, and there is no one at home to take care of her. I think you have a good place here. You have some ideas, so you talk a lot."

When Mrs. Wei heard what others had in mind, a smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"No more, no more. If you don't understand anything, just ask."

The young man sorted out his language and then said:

"Auntie, my grandma is mainly raised by everyone in turns. She will go to my aunt's house in the south in a month. I have seen your report in the news and newspapers before. I am very interested, but I don't know. Can you stay here for a month? And how much will it cost?"

Mrs. Wei nodded, looking like she suddenly understood.

"Your grandma is really blessed. She goes to the south to retire in the summer and returns to the northeast in the winter!"

Mrs. Wei took out her mobile phone and opened the calculator.

"Let me calculate how much it costs per month for you."