Song Tan Jishi

   Chapter 300 300. Hot potato

  The whole yard was filled with the aroma of food, but Qiao Qiao didn't finish feeding the treasures on the mountain, so he couldn't cook at all.

  Two staff members sat there writing the report, drooling at the same time.

  They looked aloof, making Song Youde and Song Sancheng embarrassed to strike up a conversation.

   Little did they know that the two of them were also afraid that their saliva would be overwhelmed once they opened their mouths.

   After finally waiting for Qiao Qiao to come back, he had just washed his hands before they were clean. Seventh Cousin, who had an exceptionally accurate timing, put the last dish on the plate: "Dinner is ready!"

  The two staff members were shocked instantly!

   Zhu Jun is very eager to pull people to eat, but she didn't lie about one thing, that is—

  Noon is really a common meal.

  Seventh Cousin is confident in his craftsmanship, and even more confident in the things in Song Tantian, so only four dishes and one soup are placed on the big table.

   It's just that the weight is far beyond others.

   One pot of braised radish stewed pork, one pot of Chinese cabbage fried lard residue, one serving of scrambled eggs with chives, and one serving of twice-cooked pork with garlic sprouts.

  The last soup is nepeta tofu soup.

  At home, a pot of tremella soup is also cooked daily.

   Rice was cooking in the big iron pot, and the bottom of the pot was round and golden. When the lid was lifted, the fragrant smell diffused with the water mist, and the eyes of the two staff members wanted to chase the dish pot away.

  If it weren't for the dignity of being a human being...

  In short, when everyone is seated, they are not polite at all, and they can sit where they are asked to sit.

   Zhu Jun's saliva was about to gush out, but as a village official, she struggled to maintain her reserve and dignity.

  At this moment, he pretended to be polite and said: "The lunch meal is simple, so neglected!"

  Two bottles of Moutai opened the way, and now she has become Song Youde's granddaughter, and she speaks with a family atmosphere.

  Simplicity is quite shabby, but negligence is absolutely out of the question.

  The two staff members didn't want to listen to her at all, they just wanted to stretch out their chopsticks. Now they were suppressing the flood of saliva, and coped:

   "It's not simple, it's really fragrant!"

  I haven't eaten this ground pot yet, and I feel so hungry that I can't stand it!

  The seventh cousin secretly raised the corners of his mouth.

  At this moment, Song Youde is still carrying a bottle of local liquor (Maotai he can't bear to part with): "Both of you, would you like a drink?"

   "No drink no drink!"

   Everyone wants to drive, who dares to drink?

   Everyone quickly let him sit on the upper seat.

   "The old man sits down, let's eat, we just want to eat some authentic farm food."

   "Yes, yes, you are welcome!"

  —Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

  The old people in this family don't stretch out their chopsticks, how can they serve as guests with food?

  Push left and right, and finally started. One of the two will pick up Chinese cabbage, and the other will pick up chives and eggs.

  As soon as the food was put into the mouth, the expression of the whole person was wrong—that is to say, when did the farm food become so delicious?

  What's wrong?

  The two stretched their necks to look at the simple earthen stove in the yard: this firewood has magic power, right?

   But the thought only appeared for a moment.

   Next, they have no time to think about these things. They just kept giving orders—eat cabbage, garlic sprouts, radish stew, everything!

   It’s so delicious meow!

  Thus, the four dishes were swept away by everyone, and they ate them neatly, leaving nothing behind.

   The plate is clean, and there is only a little garlic clove left in the soup. Even the least eaten radish stew is now only half a pot left. There is no need to wait for the next meal to eat leftovers, a few treasures and piglets are enough to digest.

   Nepeta and silken tofu are paired with soup... Ouch! !

  The taste of the locals, absolutely amazing!

   Zhu Jun also had a round belly, but fortunately, he wears loose clothes in the countryside, so you can’t tell.

  She thought that she would have to find a chance to have another meal in a few days, and the two bottles of Moutai were really worth it!

   Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in a small village, this craftsmanship and ingredients, oh my god, they wouldn’t be exchanged for a state banquet!

  Song Youde was still a little embarrassed. He has an old idea of ​​hospitality for many years. Seeing that the plate is empty now, he feels as if he has not satisfied the guests:

   "Look at this, there is still less lunch..."

   "No less, no less!"

  The two staff members who felt overwhelmed waved their hands again and again, and now they supported their waists, and slowly got up and strolled in the yard.

  While strolling, he kept praising:

   "Your food is really delicious!"

   "Indeed, what I have eaten in the past few decades is compared to this," he said with a sad face, "—even your little pig's food is not as good as it is."

   After talking, the two looked at each other, thinking that there would be no follow-up after this meal, they couldn't help feeling more heartbroken.

   On the contrary, Grandpa Qi likes to see his dishes being eaten clean by others, so he brought another big bowl:

   "Everyone, Nepeta tofu soup is salty. Shall we have some white fungus soup?"

besides? !

  The two waved their hands in horror: "Don't drink it, don't drink it, my belly is going to be full—hey, it smells pretty sweet."

   The two of them stared at the more plain white fungus soup in the plain stainless steel basin, and couldn't help swallowing again at this moment.

  But, I'm really full...

  However, Seventh Cousin no longer gave them any room to be polite.

  At this moment, two large bowls were brought out, one of them took a spoonful, and then passed the small spoon over:

   "Come, try the tremella we grow ourselves."

   Is this taste worth it?

   It can be seen that the white fungus is very broken, but there is a lot of gum, and the mouth is smooth and thick. The smell of iron seems to comfort the stomach from the throat!

  Unknowingly, the white fungus soup was finished without any image while walking around.

  It wasn't until then that they blushed belatedly.

   But looking at it again, the whole old Song family is in this state, including the village party secretary who called them to come, and now he is also standing on the porch, spoonful after spoonful.

   Seeing them looking over, the other party smiled: "Another bowl?"

   No way, no way! The two of them really couldn't eat anymore!

   Now holding on to my stomach, I started to circle around the yard.

   Turning around and turning around, he suddenly asked again: "My fellow, you just said that the white fungus is grown by yourself, can you sell it?"

   Selling is definitely selling, but how can you only sell white fungus?

  Song Tan interrupted: "You two, I have seen the situation of the long-tailed pheasant, how should our family deal with it properly? Should we leave them alone?"

  The staff finally remembered what was going on, and quickly said: "We have all recorded it. It is true that they want to come to your chicken coop by themselves, and they don't want to leave."

   "In this case, then cold treatment - don't worry about it. Just a little, pay attention not to let it be eaten and bitten by something on the mountain."

"Furthermore, in your family, you have the responsibility to take good care of them, so don't let yourself be distracted for a while... To put it bluntly, how much can you sell this long-tailed pheasant? But if you really have to investigate, let's not talk about it, two or three years Still stable."

have to!

  Song Tan understood: I picked up two hot potatoes! No, there is still a nest of small potatoes!

  She sighed, looked at the two staff members again, and then smiled kindly:

   "Two big brothers, do you want tea? Do you want honey water?"

   I wrote and forgot the previous one, so I hurried back to take a look... This moment shows the importance of comments...

  (end of this chapter)