God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

The weather was getting hotter day by day, and the cucumbers and tomatoes that Zhou Jingyan planted in the backyard began to mature. Biting into the crispy and sweet cucumbers, Zhou Jingyan felt much better. He spent a lot of time in his small vegetable garden every day. Because of our common hobbies, we made our first friends after coming down the mountain.

It was Lao Xia, the gardener of the Shen family. Lao Xia brought her a lot of fruit seeds. The two often squatted under the tree and chatted for a while, sharing their experiences in growing vegetables and flowers.

The two of them chatted for a long time today because Shen Xiuyun said that he would take her back to his mother's old house to stay for a few days, and now it is August, the hottest and most rainy month. If there is a delay of a few more days, some flowers and plants may be missing. Water. She reluctantly entrusted her garden to Sister Wang and Lao Xia, and Shen Xiuyun, who looked at her with strong inseparability, felt funny for a while.

Shen Xiujun's mother's old house is located in a prefecture-level city 100 kilometers away from City C. With the development over the past twenty years, the new area of ​​C City has been planned. Shen's mother, Zhang Ruopu, grew up here. Later, Shen Xiujun's grandfather started a catering business in City C. He bought a large piece of land and dug a large lotus pond according to his own preferences and raised a lot of fish and shrimps. . The scenery is very pleasant in summer. When she was young, Zhang Ruopu would take several of her children to the villa to escape the summer heat and spend time with her old father.

It is said that tempers will change in old age, and Mr. Zhang is no exception. When he built his villa, it was at a time when the domestic economy was developing rapidly. The old man was dissatisfied with the pretentious attitude of many of the nouveau riche who would never walk if they could ride in a car. After scoffing, he imitated the ancient Jie Jianshi. Everyone who could walk on their own had to get off the car at the door and walk one kilometer to the house. Even now that he is 92 years old, he still leads by example.

As soon as he got off the car, Zhou Jingyan fell in love with this place. The continuous lotus leaves undulated slightly with the evening breeze, each one carrying the faint fragrance of lotus. She couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Shen Xiuyun seemed to have lost his mask when he came here, and said to her with a bit of pride: "It's better here at night, you can hear frogs and other small insects chirping." Zhou Jingyan was a little baffled by his pride, there were still fewer people on the mountain at night The bugs howl?

The two of them walked slowly along a wide straight road in the middle of the lotus pond. After about ten minutes, they came to a small Chinese-style three-story building. Shen Xiujing and a thin old man were standing at the door, obviously waiting for them.

The old man laughed heartily, reached out and pinched his grandson's arm, and then began to stare at Zhou Jingyan.

"Okay, Tianting is full and his eyes are clear. He is a rare good boy." Shen Xiujing stood behind with a teasing smile. Here, she no longer pretended to be crazy and acted foolishly. She looked at her with a gentle face and said, "My grandpa likes you very much. . Just follow us and call him grandpa. We call grandpa grandpa too."

She remembered that when she and Shen Xiujun got married a few months ago, she had not seen this energetic old man.

"My grandfather became very angry after my mother died and my father married a new wife. We had no contact with him." Shen Xiuyun explained softly.

The two rested for a while, and then someone announced that dinner was ready. At the same table were the Shen brothers and sisters, Mr. Zhang and Zhang Hao. There was also a man in his sixties who looked very similar to Zhang Hao and had a more serious face. He was probably his father. There was also a very tall man, Zhou Jingyan. I always feel like I’ve seen it somewhere.

Dinner is light and mainly vegetarian. But the ingredients are very fresh, the steamed sea bass is extremely tender, and the toppings are added with a little bit of spicy millet to give it a unique taste. The chicken soup is fresh and fragrant. I don’t know what mushrooms are used to cook it. I grew up in the mountains and I think I know a lot of fungi. Zhou Jingyan couldn't tell the difference. Even an ordinary bowl of porridge was filled with lotus leaves and lotus seeds, which made his mouth full of fragrance. There is also a plate of kimchi made by yourself, which is sour, spicy and refreshing. Zhou Jingyan never stopped using his chopsticks. The chef's cooking was too unpalatable. Although he had been forced to develop the skill of cooking since he was a child, it was only limited to being able to eat. In his memory, the most delicious meals he had ever eaten were My mother made snacks when I was little, but after a long time, I didn’t dare to think too much for fear that I would cry.

But today's dinner is full of human fireworks in every dish. The ingredients are simple without too much complicated cooking, ordinary but with great care.

Shen Xiujun moved her favorite shrimps with lotus leaves to her side, and helped her and her grandfather fill another bowl of soup. Grandpa had a good appetite today. He took the soup and sipped it with a smile while looking at Zhou Jingyan who was eating deliciously.

"These dishes are all produced here. If you want to eat anything else, tell grandpa and he will ask them to cook it for you."

"Thank you, Grandpa, I like them all." Zhou Jingyan quickly swallowed the soup and replied with some embarrassment.

"Then wait until the death anniversary is over and stay a few more days."

"Death anniversary"? Zhou Jingyan's heart skipped a beat, and then he realized that it was probably the anniversary of the death of Shen Xiuyun's mother and eldest brother. When I saw the smiling old man in his 90s in front of me, my heart seemed to be blocked. Then subconsciously, he picked up a piece of shrimp and gave it to the old man: "Grandpa, you should eat more." Mr. Zhang's smiling face wrinkled up.