Four Seasons Three Meals

On Monday, Jiang Huai went to work and received a call from Shang Chen.

Shang Chen cut to the chase: "Have you and Cong Shan met the parents?"

Jiang Huai was puzzled: "Where did you hear that?"

Shang Chen said, "Cheng Yang's mother told me that you went to make a big fuss at Mr. Cong's birthday party."

Jiang Huai said "Oh", and wanted to laugh.

Shang Chen continued: "She also said that you have a bad temper and big ideas, and you are a vixen who seduces men. She told me not to play with you, and she also said—"

Jiang Huai laughed out loud, and curiously, asked: "What else did you say?"

"It's said that you are pretending to be cute. Some elders are blind and have a good impression of you."

Jiang Huai smiled happily and said, "Thank you for your love, thank you for your compliment."

He changed the subject and asked Shang Chen, "Then do you still want to play with me?"

Shang Chen said: "Play! You teach me how to become a vixen, and pour ecstasy soup on men!"

The two of them were talking nonsense, and Jiang Huai lay on the table, laughing until his stomach ached.

Shang Chen asked him, "How do you plan to spend the weekend?"

Jiang Huai said, "Cong Shan took me out to eat grapes."

Shang Chen asked, "How many days are you going?"

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "It should be...a weekend."

Shang Chen captured the key information: "You want to stay out overnight?"

Jiang Huai said "hmm".

Shang Chen clicked his tongue.

"Remember to wear a condom," he said.

Jiang Huai scolded with a smile: "Get lost."

Shang Chen laughed and hung up the phone.

Jiang Huai blushed, opened the memo, and added a note like a thief.

On the weekend, Cong Shan drove and took Jiang Huai to a farmhouse.

Jiang Huai carried a big schoolbag, only two pieces of clothes, and a lot of snacks.

The farmhouse is not far away, and it is a short drive away. After entering the village, you have to drive a long mountain road. The mountains are quiet and the air is fresh.

Cong Shan parked the car at the door of the earth wall halfway up the mountain, took his luggage, and walked in with Jiang Huai.

There is a white plastic pergola outside the adobe house, and there is a gentle slope under the shed. There is a green lake in the low-lying area, and the layers of trees are reflected on the water, which is very quiet.

In the shed sat a woman with her hair tied back with chopsticks and wearing an apron, peeling corn.

She peeled off one, leaving a bare rod, and shook the dustpan twice, dust and debris fell on her legs, she shook her legs, patted it clean, put the dustpan back, and started to peel off another one.

Jiang Huai was fascinated by her skillful and smooth movements, with her fireworks.

When the woman saw them, she laughed, stood up, rubbed her hands, and came over to say hello: "Boss Cong."

Cong Shan smiled: "Madam Boss."

The woman smiled enthusiastically, and looked at Jiang Huai beside Cong Shan: "Is this Boss Jiang?"

Cong Shan nodded.

The woman stretched out her hand naturally, took the luggage in their hands, and led them inside.

"The beds are all cleaned up. The old man is drinking tea at the foot of the mountain. I will call him right away. He will be back in a while. Everything is put away. If you need anything, go to the lobby to get it..."

Her enthusiasm naturally infected Jiang Huai, Jiang Huai walked like a child who had never seen the world, bouncing around.

Cong Shan was afraid that he would fall, so he held his hand, and the proprietress saw him, and smiled: "Young boy, you have such a good relationship."

Jiang Huai's cheeks were flushed, and he calmed down.

This is a family-style farmhouse. The room faces the sun and is simple and rustic. There are New Year pictures of white and fat big-headed dolls on the wall, and strings of dried red peppers are hung beside the window.

The bed quilt was made of bright red floral flowers, and the cotton was soft and warm. Jiang Huai pounced on it, and soon broke into a fine sweat.

As the sun shone into the room, Jiang Huai turned over and basked happily.

Cong Shan packed his luggage, took out the clothes one by one, flattened them, and hung them in the closet. When he turned around, he found Jiang Huai lying on the bed, resting his chin on his hands, and looking at him with bright eyes.

Cong Shan was infected by his happiness, couldn't help laughing, sat beside him, and rubbed his hair: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Huai said, "I like this place. How did you find this place?"

Cong Shan said: "I used to go to the mountains to collect medicine, and I stopped here by chance. I found it a good place, so I often come here for vacation in my spare time."

Jiang Huai asked again: "I didn't see the grape rack, where are we going to find grapes this afternoon?"

Cong Shan said, "Have lunch first, and I'll tell you after dinner."

Lunch is eaten in the hall.

It is said to be a hall, but it is actually a spacious and bright main room. There is no chef, and the proprietress cooks the meals.

Jiang Huai discovered that they were the only guests here.

The boss is very talkative, and when the neighbors pass by, he will yell heartily or make fun of him.Sitting on the threshold rolling tobacco, he saw Jiang Huai and Cong Shan, and greeted them with a smile.

The proprietress came out with a pot of vegetable and tofu soup, and when she saw the proprietor, she spat: "The dead ghost still knows about home."

The boss patted the tobacco ash on his pants, leaned over, wanted to steal a bite, and asked, "What delicious food did the old lady cook?"

The proprietress wanted to hide, but she didn't, and scolded him: "Every day is lazy!"

The boss succeeded, turned a deaf ear to the scolding, and praised without hesitation: "The old lady's craftsmanship is really good!"

He greeted Cong Shan and Jiang Huai: "You two bosses are welcome, come and try it!"

The proprietress cast a sharp look at him: "Slick tongue."

His attitude softened noticeably.

Jiang Huai smiled quietly, leaned into Cong Shan's ear and whispered, "The relationship between the boss and the boss's wife is really good."

Cong Shan told him gossip: "The proprietress fell in love with the boss at first sight."

Jiang Huai opened his eyes wide.

Cong Shan said: "When the proprietress was young, she was a pungent beauty from all over the world."

Jiang Huai was very excited and asked him: "And then? Why did you marry the boss?"

But Cong Shan stopped the topic and said, "Hui Bao will ask about the rest of the story later."

The farmhouse uses a firewood stove, and the rice cooked has the aroma of firewood.

There is a plate of honey yams on the dining table. The yams are peeled and cooked, chilled and sliced, topped with honey ice syrup, the taste is crisp and sweet.

Jiang Huai asked the proprietress: "What kind of honey is this?"

The proprietress said proudly: "The acacia honey harvested this year is fresh."

Jiang Huai had seen Sophora japonica, but had never seen Sophora japonica honey, so he was very curious.

Seeing his curiosity, the proprietress warmly invited them to visit the beehives in the yard.

The beehive is a thickly painted black canvas shed with two earth weirs built inside.The bees came in and out, and there was a honey shaker next to it, and there was already half a bucket of honey in the tin bucket.

Jiang Huai sat on a tree stump beside him, watching the boss skillfully collect the honey and scrape the wax, and occasionally took a break to smoke a couple of cigarettes, chatting with them all over the place.

Cong Shan asked him if jujube honey was the best, and the boss said it was honey from Vitex flowers. Vitex is not very eye-catching, but the honey it produces is the best.

Jiang Huai was fascinated by what he heard, and sighed sincerely: "The boss has so much knowledge."

He was ashamed.

The proprietress was sitting on the side peeling corn, and interjected: "The old man kept bees when he was young. He ran around from village to village to watch cheap movies. I was a projectionist at that time, and he was everywhere. I thought he was thick-skinned and disgusting. People hate it."

The boss rubbed his hands and smiled honestly: "I'm not greedy for movies, I'm greedy for you, and I want to ask you to be my wife."

The proprietress spat at him and scolded him: "Smelly shameless, old and unscrupulous, making the boss laugh."

Jiang Huai smelled gossip, and asked casually, "How did those two get together?"

The proprietress laughed before saying anything, and when she talked about her youth, her face was covered with a halo of happiness.

"The honey he produces is the most delicious. I have never tasted such sweet honey, so I followed him."

After they got married, they traveled to many places together.The place where rape blossoms bloom, where apple blossoms bloom, where jujube flowers bloom, and where Sophora japonica blooms.In winter, they go to the south to spend the winter, and when the spring is warm and the flowers bloom again, they follow the bees and go north again.When they get old, they settle down in Jiangcheng, open a farmhouse, and collect acacia nectar in late spring.

Jiang Huai thought to himself, when he gets old, he won't go dancing in the square, he will drag Cong Shan to hide in the mountains, plant a field of rapeseed flowers, and raise bees.

In the afternoon, Cong Shan took him to the vineyard.

Jiang Huai wore the landlady's farm uniform, which had a large front pocket.Lycium barbarum trees are planted on both sides of the road, which are bright red, like fireworks, hanging down like fountains, and a canopy made of coral beads is very beautiful.The red fruit was heavy and fell to the ground. Jiang Huai picked it up as he walked, filling his front pockets to the brim.

This is more interesting than simply walking. Jiang Huai has a childlike innocence and has a lot of fun.

He said to Cong Shan: "When we get old, we will also come to this mountain to open a farmhouse, okay?"

Congshan should be good.

Jiang Huai thought for a while and said, "Maybe we open a black-hearted shop. You can be a cook or a doctor. If the tourists are not accustomed to the environment, you can get rid of the disease with the medicine and earn double the money."

Cong Shan asked, "Then what is Huai Bao doing?"

Jiang Huai said confidently: "I will return to my old business and guarantee that we will not have to pay huge compensation."

Cong Shan smiled: "Huaibao has a good plan, and picked himself clean."

Jiang Huai hugged his arm and said arrogantly: "You don't agree?"

Cong Shan said he agreed and responded to his requests.

In the mountains, elder brothers and younger sisters sang folk songs in duet. The playful and cheerful tunes are wrapped in lingering affection.

Jiang Huai thought of the boss and the boss's wife. When they were young, they might have expressed their feelings so boldly.

He asked Cong Shan: "Tell me, why does the proprietress think that the boss's honey is the best?"

Cong Shan said: "It's either because of the boss's simple and honest temper, or because of the boss's easy-going personality."

Jiang Huai thought for a while, and added: "Perhaps because the boss travels all over the world, the lady boss likes to travel."

His expectant eyes were shining brightly on the mountain.

Cong Shan saw through his little thoughts, and said with a smile, "Huaibao, in autumn, I'll take you to eat crabs, plant cornus officinalis, and drink chrysanthemum wine. When winter comes, we can cook mutton in a small hot pot, and drink sorghum wine on New Year's Eve to keep the year old." .”

Jiang Huai was seen through by him, a little embarrassed, and said stiffly: "Why do you think about eating every day?"

Cong Shan smiled: "Sometimes, a life full of food and drink is actually pretty good."

Jiang Huai thought of everyone in the Cong family, as well as the Nongjiale couple, and he was deeply convinced.

He remembered what Cong Shan said before, this is a place where even gods can't find it.

He said: "The life here is not as good as the gods."

The most mellow and simple fireworks in the world are gathered here, thick and almost intoxicating, and the gods are pure-hearted and ascetic, so they can't avoid it.

Cong Shan nodded and said, "This is a kind of rural romanticism."