Siheyuan: The romantic and suave Xu Damao

However, because the bowl was too small and the plate was not big enough, Xu Damao frantically searched around the kitchen for a long time before finally deciding to use two plates to scoop out the meat.

At this time, Yan Bugui came over with a huge noodle bowl in both hands and said, "Da Mao, use this! As for bowls, we can each have one and we can have some soup."

Xu Damao muttered to himself, "Oh, you old miser, you really have a way!" But he still praised out loud, "Teacher Yan is the one who has a way!"

After hearing this, Yan Bugui showed a hint of pride on his face. He simply cleaned the dough bowl, then took over the role of host without any hesitation, walked to the big pot and started to scoop up the meat.

The dough bowl was very large, so Yan Bugui was no longer stingy and directly took out all the pig's trotters and bones from the pot. Then, he carried the heavy dough bowl and put it on the table with great effort.

Having said that, he immediately took action, swiftly picked up two large bowls, and scooped two full bowls of broth. Then, unable to suppress his inner desire for food any longer, he impatiently reached out and grabbed a meat bone that weighed more than a pound, and took a big bite.

"Hey! You, you're not afraid of burning your tongue! But at least you have some conscience and serve me a bowl of soup!"

When Xu Damao saw Yan Bugui's greedy look, he sneered in his heart.

"Teacher Yan, please eat first. I'll get some more for Aunt Yang. We are all neighbors."

Xu Damao turned around and walked to the table, picked up a plate, picked up a pair of chopsticks, and walked straight to the large bowl used for kneading dough. When he got there, he skillfully picked out two large meat bones weighing more than a pound and a few fragrant pig's trotters from the bowl.

Seeing this, Yan Bugui couldn't help but curl his lips and muttered: "Da Mao, these days, it's good enough to be able to take care of yourself..."

The implication of his words was actually to tell Xu Damao that he didn't need to give the food to others. After all, according to Xu Damao's previous personality, if these things could not be finished, he would most likely let him take some back. But if he gave some to Aunt Yang, wouldn't his share be reduced?

"You stingy guy!" Xu Damao naturally understood what Yan Bugui was thinking.

"Hey, Mr. Yan, have you forgotten? Some time ago, you and Uncle Er helped me make a chicken coop. But I'm always on business trips and I don't have the energy to take care of the chickens! So I can only trouble Aunt Yang to help me take care of them. I can't let others help me for nothing, right?"

Xu Damao explained with a smile and a sly expression on his face.

"You've already delivered eggs to her, haven't you? It's such a good treat that even I, a neighbor living in the front yard, want to take on this job! It's just feeding chickens."

Yan Bugui also smiled, but muttered to himself: Humph, I won't let you know that I am actually envious of this big pot of delicious meat! This Xu Damao is really stupid!

"Auntie Yang's son was a hero who went to fight the American devils! Now he is missing, and I am afraid it is hard to predict whether he will be good or bad. Auntie Yang lost her son, and I have great respect for her. Any help I can give is appreciated."

Xu Damao suddenly used his special move, and his tone became heavy.

When Yan Bugui heard this, his expression changed immediately and he said quickly:

"That's right, he is a great hero who risked his life for his country and his people! Xu Damao, hurry up and go. Come, I'll give you another piece."

As he spoke, Yan Bugui picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of pig's trotter and placed it on the plate in front of Xu Damao...

"Damn it... this old guy's expression changes faster than turning the pages of a book!" Xu Damao cursed in his heart.

"Aunt Yang, this is freshly stewed meat. There's too much to finish, so I'll bring some over to you."

At the door of Aunt Yang's house, Xu Damao walked into the house carrying a full plate and put it directly on the table.

"If you can't finish it, just save it for tomorrow. Damao, you're too polite."

Aunt Yang said with a smile, while the child standing beside him stared at the plate of meat on the table, his two big eyes didn't blink, as if it was not a plate of meat, but some rare treasure. He sniffed the air hard, the tempting meaty aroma penetrated into his body through his nose, making him drool unconsciously, but he didn't dare to let it flow out, so he could only swallow it back into his stomach.

When Xu Damao saw the child's appearance, he couldn't help but find it a little funny, and secretly sighed in his heart that this child was really sensible.

"Come and try your uncle Damao's cooking and see how it tastes!"

Without saying anything, Xu Damao stepped forward, took a piece of stewed pig's trotter and stuffed it into the hand of Aunt Yang's grandson.

"Eat it! Thank you Damao."

Aunt Yang nodded to her grandson, then turned and smiled to express her gratitude to Xu Damao.

"Thank you, Uncle Damao."

The child finally got permission from the adults and couldn't wait to take a bite of the pig's trotter in his hand. Immediately, a rich aroma of meat spread in his mouth, and he couldn't help but close his eyes and savor the delicious food.

"Okay! Since you call me uncle today, you are my nephew!" Xu Damao said this with a smile on his face, but his eyes were fixed on Aunt Yang, watching her pour all the meat on the plate into a small basin. After Aunt Yang finished pouring, he quickly took the plate, turned around and walked back to his home.

"Teacher Yan, how can we have meat without wine? Come on, let's drink some more." Xu Damao said as he picked up the Moutai on the table and filled the two small bowls without paying any attention to Yan Bugui's heartbroken look.

This action completely disrupted Yan Bugui's original plan. According to his idea, after the two of them finished two bowls of wine, it was equivalent to drinking half a bottle of wine. After they were full, he could take the remaining half bottle of wine away, and then bring a bucket or a basin to take the uneaten meat and soup back home...

"Oh, now it's all gone." Xu Damao gently shook the empty bottle, casually put it on the ground, and then picked up the bowl and took another big sip. It must be said that this Moutai is indeed much better than the ones he drank in his previous life. It has a soft and mellow taste, a strong sauce flavor, and a mellow taste.

At this moment, Yan Bugui had already filled his stomach and drunk enough wine, but seeing that Xu Damao had not mentioned the matter, he couldn't help but feel anxious.