Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 141 141. Chef's Tongue

  Song Sancheng found an excuse in desperation, but his appearance has changed a lot this year!

  He used to be thin and short, with dark skin and a little white hair mixed on top of his head. He was not much different from other villagers.

   But what about today?

   During this period of time, his family is busy, and we rarely see each other. Now at first glance, he looks fatter than before, and the wrinkles on his face seem to be stretched out!

  The white hair is still there, but the rest of the hair is black and shiny, and he walks with a straight back, without any shrunken bones of the elderly, not to mention how energetic he is!

   Besides his complexion, he can't see it, but he can feel his health... What, how many good things did he eat this spring? Made it like this?

  Just thinking about it, everyone is full of confidence and expectation for the phrase "Ulan's cooking skills are soaring" he said.

  One of the aunts who helped plant trees was still thinking:

"If you want me to say, I eat more at noon—do you remember what Tan Tan looked like when he came back? He passed by my house on a motorcycle, oh, I can see it, and there is a white gauze on one side of his head. The little face is pale and pale."

   "Now look at this girl, she is rosy—"

  Auntie wanted to find a good adjective, but after much deliberation, she remembered Song Tan walking like flying with a big basket in her hand. In the end, she could only sum it up in one sentence——

   "...the body is strong!"

   Everyone agrees with this statement.

  Song Tan works so fast, with her by her side, everyone seems to be slacking off.

   From this we can see—

   "Song Sancheng's family's food, he must support people! Qiao Qiao looks even more handsome, ouch, it's a pity that this young man—cough."

  This topic can’t be discussed anymore, it’s so annoying. But all the workers began to look forward to Lao Song's lunch.

   This made Song Sancheng a little numb again.

  He just said that casually... His daughter-in-law has been cooking like that for decades, mainly because of this year's dishes! But all the good dishes are being sold for money, how can they be eaten by the big guys?

   And down the mountain.

  Song Tan's pickup truck stopped at the door of the house, and the tears on Qiao Qiao's face had been wiped clean. Now he got out of the car first, and then looked at Song Tan expectantly.

  Song Tan: …

  Actually, she wanted Qiao Qiao to help with some work.

but…

   Oops, now I actually feel a bit of self-blame and pain of doting on a child!

  Because she finally succumbed to the poor eyes:

   "Let's go, go to my sister's room, and I will turn on the computer for you later - only one episode at noon."

   One episode at a time!

   Jojo cheered and rushed into the house.

But Song Tan didn't follow immediately, but waited for Seventh Cousin and Seventh Grandma to get off the car, and then greeted: "Mom, I invite Seventh Cousin to come to our house as a chef, and his house still needs to be tidied up." Two days, today I have to live in our house first..."

  Everyone came back, what else does Ulan not understand?

  At this moment, throwing away the half-packed dishes, she was as enthusiastic as a sunflower, and she couldn't wait to follow the seventh cousin and his wife around:

   "Oh, my cousin is here! Hurry up, are you tired? I have already cleaned up the house, and I just dried the quilt a few days ago, so I will spread it for you..."

She was so enthusiastic, and Cousin Seven's originally determined mood was further relaxed. At this moment, Grandma Seven followed into the house, but he strolled around the yard unceremoniously, looking at the three who were playing with a bone in the corner. The earth dog, on the contrary, became happy:

   "These little fellows look very energetic."

  The puppies are so energetic, and they definitely don’t care about their diet.

  Turning around, he saw the bamboo shoots that Ulan had picked up halfway and dropped. He couldn't help picking them up and looking at them over and over again.

   After chewing twice, he silently broke off a small piece of bamboo shoot.

   Then his expression became serious, and he began to look around at the vegetables in the yard.

  At this moment, the two aunts who were helpers also came in, and they were stunned for a moment when they saw Grandpa Qi, and then they realized—

   "Oh, isn't this our original Chef Song?"

  Back then, the Seventh Cousin dominated the village with a big spoon, and if any family could invite him to a banquet, it was all sincerity! Also a famous person.

   The two became excited instantly, what's the matter? Today's lunch is cooked by Chef Song? That's a blessing!

   Seventh Cousin nodded as a greeting, and finally took a closer look at the Sophora japonica flowers they put in the dustpan. The green and white buds on it were fresh and fragrant, and there was a mountainous atmosphere in front of them.

   No need to taste it, the seventh cousin knows that the Sophora japonica flower is the same as the one sent to his home by Aunt Song. Turning around, he saw a freshly washed pot of lettuce in another aunt's hand, and instantly frowned again as if about to tie a knot.

   This lettuce is green, crisp and tender, but when he smelled it closely, he knew that it was no different from the vegetables in the ordinary vegetable market.

   It should be placed in the past when I was a chef, so there is nothing to choose about this dish.

  But now there are bamboo shoots first, then Sophora japonica, such a comparison, it seems that one side is the court Buddha jumping over the wall, and the other side is the bad rice of the beggar gang...

   Isn’t the gap too big?

  He looked down again at the pot of vegetables that had been packed on the ground—

  Spinach, black and white cabbage, garlic sprouts, shallots, parsley, leeks, carrots, garlic moss, lettuce...

   "Why is there Zi Yunying here?"

   Wasn’t this all used to feed pigs and cows? It was only when he first left the teacher that the environment was difficult, so everyone ate this.

  What's the matter, not only the city loves wild vegetables, but the village is now also remembering bitterness and thinking about sweetness?

Just as Song Tan was unloading the car, he said casually: "This year the vetch grows deliciously in the fields, but because they need to grow vegetables, they have all been overturned. There are only some left on the side of the field. My mother went to pick it up in the morning."

   Green vegetables are too expensive now!

  The Seventh Cousin didn’t respond, but just took a little bit of each dish and tasted it, and then stretched out his hand to order all the dishes:

   "Did you buy carrots and garlic moss? It smells like greenhouse vegetables."

   "The rest are not grown in one piece of land. Besides, whose family's vegetables are milk vetch and chives?"

  The two helper aunts looked at each other strangely:

   "Chef Song, it's no wonder you cook so deliciously. The tongue is beyond comparison with most people—after all these years, why is it still so good?"

   "I'm telling you, Ziyunying and leeks are all harvested by Ulan from his family's field, and the rest are cobbled together from the vegetable garden in our village."

  Ulan was just coming out of the room with her quilt in her arms. When she heard this and looked at Seventh Cousin, her eyes were shining!

  What is this called? This is called real skill!

  Her son learns cooking skills from such a master, even if he only has half the skills, he can support himself!

   There's more to wait, it's late, don't wait.

  (end of this chapter)