Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

As the noon bell rang, Zhang Siwa gently opened the lid of the pot. In an instant, a stream of steam mixed with the essence of various ingredients rose into the air, making the people around him salivate.

Xiao Youniang approached with great anticipation, and saw that the iron pot was full of braised meat boiling. In the dark brown soup, fatty intestines, chicken feet, pig's trotters and delicious chicken and duck were blended together. The color was attractive and exuded an irresistible aroma.

Zhang Siwa carefully picked up a chicken foot for each of his two sisters. Xiao Youniang tasted it cautiously. The chicken feet, which had been slow-cooked for a long time, were extremely soft and glutinous. The bones fell off easily with a light suck. The mouth was instantly filled with the rich aroma of the sauce. The taste flowed slowly from the tip of the tongue to the bottom of the heart, bringing an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

The little girl was so attracted by the delicacy that before she knew it, only the clean skeleton of the chicken feet was left in her hand.

Realizing this, Xiao You Niang immediately picked up the broom and started cleaning diligently.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Siwa was filled with pride and wanted to prepare more delicious food for his sisters again, but was rejected by Xiao Youniang, who insisted on sharing this happiness with everyone.

Zhang Siwa felt a warm feeling in his heart and he stuffed two boiled eggs into their hands without saying a word.

Next, Zhang Siwa used his precise control of the heat to scoop out the pieces of meat one by one, and the marinade that concentrated the essence of all the ingredients was carefully poured into a sealed jar for preservation.

Afterwards, he skillfully cut chicken nuggets, pig ears, pork intestines and other braised dishes, and carefully placed them in a large bowl, which was colorful and fragrant.

The tacit understanding between Zhang Laoer and Zhang Siwa did not require words. He brought out the steamer from the kitchen at the right time, and under his leadership, the family headed towards the threshing ground.

However, Zhang Siwa's cooking skills were so attractive that neighbors on the street were constantly attracted by the aroma and would stick their heads out, curious about which stove could create such tempting delicacies.

When the family arrived at the threshing ground, they were surprised to find that it was already full of villagers and neighbors.

Zhang Laoer immediately found the place designated by the old village chief, and he skillfully placed the heavy wooden table.

Xu Liyun waited patiently. As time passed, guests arrived one after another. Gradually, hundreds of dishes were spread out on the table, including the richness of meat and the freshness of vegetarian dishes.

Even those seemingly ordinary dishes became extremely delicious and were welcomed by everyone in such a joyful and harmonious atmosphere.

Finally, when everyone was seated together, the old village chief slowly took the main seat. He raised his hand and announced the official start of the feast: "Let's begin the feast!"

Men, women, old and young in Zhangjia Village, with simple smiles on their faces, sat together, raised the pottery bowls in their hands, and clinked them together to make crisp sounds, celebrating this rare time of gathering.

The aroma of the dishes filled the air throughout the village, tempting everyone's taste buds.

In this sumptuous banquet, the braised food carefully prepared by Zhang Siwa has attractive color. Every piece of meat is soaked in the flavor of the secret sauce. It is fat but not greasy, lean but not dry, and melts in the mouth, leaving a long-lasting aftertaste.

Even the scattered vegetables absorbed the rich aroma of meat during the long slow cooking, and acquired a unique flavor, which attracted the villagers to rush over with chopsticks flying, just to fight for the irresistible delicacy.

Although the amount of braised meat prepared by Zhang Siwa was astonishing and piled up like a small mountain, this seemingly huge amount of food seemed insignificant in the face of the villagers' high enthusiasm.

Soon, all the meat on the plate had been divided up, leaving only the golden gravy, which was scooped out by a clever villager and mixed with the white rice. Every grain of rice absorbed the essence of the gravy, and everyone's mouth was shining with satisfaction after eating it.

In contrast, the six members of the second branch of the Zhang family had made some preparations in advance and each of them had reserved some delicacies, so they did not return empty-handed in the subsequent battle.

Their little strategy seemed particularly wise at this moment.

On the other hand, the plate of wild vegetables brought by Old Lady Zhang, although simple and plain and not very good looking, seemed out of place in the sea of ​​meaty aroma and no one was interested in it.

Even at the end of the banquet, it still stands there alone, maintaining its original fullness.

Mrs. Zhang not only didn't mind it, but humorously turned the "leftovers" into tomorrow's lunch.

However, the private actions and disdainful expressions of several aunts quietly revealed Zhang Fujia's complicated interpersonal relationships in the village.

Just as everyone was immersed in delicious food and laughter, a clear and powerful gong sound broke the silence.

The old village chief was quick to act and immediately ordered several young and strong men to go and find out what was going on.

A moment later, the young men came running back, panting heavily and with excited expressions on their faces. Their faces were flushed from running. They shouted excitedly, "Big news! Village chief, the county magistrate has sent good news!"

This sudden news made the chopsticks in the hands of many villagers tremble and almost slip. The old village chief stood up suddenly, with a look of surprise and nervousness, and hurriedly arranged for everyone to go to the village entrance to welcome this distinguished guest.

County Magistrate Long Yi was not the kind of person who cared about ostentation. He acted in a low-key manner. Without waiting for the villagers to come out to greet him, he personally walked into Zhangjia Village with the accompanying officials.

Seeing the lively banquet in the village, Long Yi started chatting with the old village chief with great interest.

In the crowd, Xu Liyun vigilantly protected several young children behind her to prevent them from being bumped into in the bustling crowd.

She kept a certain distance from Zhang Laoer and did not blindly join in the fun.

Ever since they paid the taxes that night, they already knew Long Yi's true identity, so they were not too surprised that Long Yi came in person to present the reward.

Young Niang held her mother's hand, her clear eyes full of curiosity. She looked up and asked, "Mother, what does the county magistrate look like? Is he really like the old people in the village said, plowing the fields with a silver hoe and throwing away bowl after bowl of food when eating?"

After hearing this, Xu Liyun couldn't help but smile gently. She stroked the top of Youniang's head and said softly, "Silly child, how could this be possible? The county magistrate is also an ordinary person. He just has better living conditions, eats more delicately, lives in a more spacious place, and has a heavier responsibility on his shoulders."

You Niang nodded, not quite understanding, her eyes sparkling with curiosity about the unknown world.

The little girl blinked her big black eyes, as if trying to understand what the adults said, and nodded gently, her eyes still sparkling with curiosity and ignorance about the unknown world.

She might not be able to fully understand what kind of person the county magistrate was, but in her young mind, she already vaguely felt that he was a living person like herself, with his own joys and sorrows.

At the same time, after exchanging pleasantries with the old village chief, Long Yi went straight to the point without any further formalities.