Song Tan Jishi

   Chapter 220 220. The Seventh Pig

   Right now.

  The sober-headed Song Tan and the half-smoked family stood beside the pigsty together, and each of them counted addition and subtraction within ten at least three times.

  However, there are still seven heads.

  The king sat quietly in the bushes beside him, with smooth lines and a high-spirited posture, the hair on his chest was shiny, and his eyes seemed to be shining brightly.

  If you bring a big red flower, the gestures of all the meritorious dogs on the stage to receive awards can be reflected on it.

   But it is a meritorious service, it is a thief!

  Before the half-smoked master Zhang hadn’t seen the king, Song Tan quietly walked over and put his arms around the king’s neck:

   "Bao'er, just say, if you steal like this every day, would the wild boar be willing?"

   "Wow!"

   "What do you mean by this? Do you want it or not? I can't listen to your side of the story."

   "In case this wild boar finds his cubs and turns around and ruins my forest vegetable garden, who will bear the responsibility?"

   "Wow!"

   "Look at you, you can't afford this responsibility, you still rely on me to support you now. You are almost out of dog food, you know?"

   "Wow!"

After some communication to no avail, Song Tan thought for a while, then lowered his voice: "You stole two, and I will give you two big pieces of good meat during the Chinese New Year. But there is one thing, if the pigs in the family are found, you have to find a way Keep them."

   Then he asked: "It's best to keep the ones alive, let's raise them first and adjust the seasoning, otherwise the wild pork is so fishy, ​​I guess you won't want to eat it."

   "Wow."

  The king adjusted his front paws and straightened his chest. Song Tan looked at it twice, and felt that the big cake just now might be a bit empty, and he had to give the king something practical.

   "Well, you look so handsome, next time I go downtown and buy you a red bib!"

   "What red bib should I buy?"

  Wu Lan and Wang Lifen walked over, smiling so hard that they couldn't see their teeth. Two rough and uneven palms touched the king's head, looking at it was no different from looking at the treasure in his arms.

   "I said that our king eats so much, it must be very useful! No, the guard work has not been witnessed, and now it brings wealth. No wonder people say that raising dogs is prosperous, and dogs bring wealth."

   "Good king!"

  Grandma Wang Lifen likes such simple and good dogs, and now she promises: "I used to have a red flower jacket, but now I am too old to wear it. I will take it apart and make a big bib for our king when I go back at night!"

   "Our king is so handsome, grandma will make you a lace at night!"

  The king's eyes were half-closed, and he was already intoxicated by this flattery without skill but emotion. Only Song Tan vaguely remembered grandma's big flowered jacket, and now made the last effort for it——

   "This thing is not expensive, otherwise I'd better buy one..."

   "What to buy?" Grandma refused:

   "Aren't the bibs on TV just like that? I can still use wool hooks in winter."

   While stroking the king's slippery hair again, he promised: "I'll get you a long rope, and we'll tie a bow on the back of your neck!"

  The king's thick tail flicked twice uncontrollably.

   "That won't work!" Song Tan quickly refused: "It is running in the mountains, and it will get caught with a bow."

  However, the king is not happy: "Wow, woof!"

   His footsteps began to bounce.

  The screaming grandma was elated:

   "Look, I told you that our king likes this style!"

  The half-drunk Master Zhang finally got out of the pigsty again, he was very happy:

   "It's a gilt!"

   "Oh, it will be great to buy another boar for breeding later! Remember to call me next year!"

  Ulan is still a little regretful: "I knew that little pig in the morning would not be jealous."

   "This won't work!" Song Tan quickly comforted her:

   "Mom, I don't know how long this wild boar policy will be relaxed. You can't catch their family's children and grandchildren without limit!"

Master Zhang also responded: "Damn, the male wild boar has a bad temper. If he is in the pen, he will fight every day. Even if he is locked up alone, your barbed wire may not be able to stop him. The pig pen will be given to you." The arch collapsed."

  That’s true, the boar’s tusks are not for display.

  After a wave of shock, everyone returned to the dinner table.

  Master Zhang drank a wave of wine, and before he had time to take a bite of the dishes, he went to the mountain for a few more strolls. At this moment, his appetite was wide open, so he picked up a piece of beef mixed with coriander nearby with his chopsticks.

   "!!"

  He added another piece, looked at the stewed beef, and then at the coriander, this time the speed slowed down a lot.

  But... it's still delicious!

  The unique spicy flavor harmonizes the taste of this braised beef...Master Zhang secretly swears: He only eats one bowl today, but a bowl of rice and a bowl of beef is reasonable, right?

   After all, everyone eats with a bowl of white rice as a side dish, and they can't be mixed together.

  However, Cousin Seven had already picked up the wine glass and clinked with him, then turned the table around and greeted, "Don't just eat cold dishes, eat some hot ones! Try my braised bacon with dried bamboo shoots."

  The bamboo shoots were dug out one after another in the bamboo forest. Some were eaten, and some were dried in the sun. Not to mention, the taste of the food in this field...is absolutely amazing!

  Master Zhang watched the coriander-mixed beef slip away from him, but he was already old, and he couldn't be a little old-fashioned when he went out as a guest. At this moment, he forced a smile, and put his chopsticks into the pot of dried bamboo shoots.

   "!!"

   This time, he widened his eyes again.

   That is to say, a bowl of rice with a bowl of dried bamboo shoots is reasonable, right?

The seventh cousin touched another one for him, and then proudly showed off: "Try this scrambled egg with wolfberry leaves, I have never used such good wolfberry leaves in my life! Liver and eyesight, eat more! You are welcome! "

   Properly eating vegetarian food is the life philosophy of a health-preserving person, so even if he watched the dried bamboo shoots slip away from his face again, Master Zhang still made a calm appearance:

   "It is to eat more. When you are older, you have to restrain yourself and eat less meat."

  Green goji berry buds are fried with golden eggs, which are eggs collected from a nearby village. The fried golden oil is bright, not to mention how attractive it is.

  At this moment, the slight fragrance came, and Master Zhang was refreshed, and he quickly stuffed it into his mouth——

   "!!"

   Slowly chew and taste the scrambled eggs in your mouth, the fragrance of wolfberry buds is particularly obvious.

  Master Zhang looked at the dazzling array of dishes, and then looked at the appearance of other people immersed in cooking. At this moment, he finally understood:

   It's not that any dish is particularly delicious, but every dish is delicious!

  He stood up and passed the bowl forward:

   "Girl, give me a bowl of rice."

  Scrambled eggs with wolfberry sprouts are served with a bowl of rice as an appetizer. Is this also reasonable?

Song Tan was sitting by the door, helping everyone to serve meals. At this moment, the familiar person brought the empty bowl to the stove, buckled down the big shovel without hesitation, and then pressed it hard. A bowl of rice is solid.

   Then, she swung the spatula and dunked another spoonful on it.

   A lot happened today...

   But fortunately, there is still time in the evening.

besides.

  (end of this chapter)