Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 335 335. Dogs are worse than chewing

  What a question of conscience!

  Zhang Yanping was stunned—does he look like a provincial party committee? Why is everyone asking civil servants!

   Therefore, he also asked with a serious face: "Xiao Zhu branch secretary, if I go to the civil service examination, can you guarantee that I will be assigned to our village?"

  Who can guarantee this?

  Xiao Zhu branch secretary immediately stopped talking.

  Zhang Yanping trembled: "Look! You also know how hard it is to leave this village, right? I'm letting go of the good life now, but I'm going to take the civil service exam. What am I going to do?"

   "Is there anything wrong with trying to eat somewhere else?"

   Zhu Jun: ...Damn it!

   What he said actually made sense!

  Looking at the watermelon in her hand, she always wished her family a lifetime... Ah no, this life must be blessed by the ancestors!

  So "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" bit off the crispy, sweet and cool melon flesh in my hand, and then slightly changed the topic. Actively greet everyone: "Eat melons, eat melons!"

   There was silence in the yard.

   After a while, Xin Jun burst into laughter suddenly, and then one after another, the whole yard was filled with everyone's cheerful laughter.

  And Song Tan took this opportunity to say: "Since I want to send melons, I will also send a few to my uncle and aunt. Anyway, I am going to the city today, and I will solve it together."

   "However, save some for dinner, I'm not used to eating outside."

  Jojo approached expectantly:

   "Sister, will you take me today? I want to carry my Ultraman on my back. He hasn't seen the sky outside yet."

  What is the sky outside? Aren't they all under the same sky?

  Song Tan was speechless, but also a little curious: "How do you recite it?"

  Jojo became proud:

   "Grandpa's house has long johns from when I was a child. I removed the rubber band and tied it to Sai Luo, so that I can carry it on my back."

   "The power of the M78 nebula will make me a strong man in the light, and I can hug two melons!"

  Song Tan sneered: "I can hug 4!"

   Qiao Qiao was in a hurry: "I'll hold 6 of them!"

  Song Tan: ...Pull it down, you hold 6, I'm afraid you'll smash my melon!

  It doesn't matter whether he is Tiga or Sai Luo, as long as he doesn't buy melons, he is not a good Ultraman!

   "All right, all right, let's go."

  Song Tan quickly changed the subject: "By the way, Mom, take out that electronic scale, and I'll put it in the car later."

   I haven’t sold anything for a long time, and even if I do, I don’t need a scale, so I almost forgot.

   "What to get?" Ulan is not showing any stinginess now: "Our family still needs to use the tea at night. Anyway, if you go to the city, can't you just buy one on the way? It is indispensable."

Fine.

  Song Tan nodded, and then began to calculate—

   Send 3 melons to my aunt's house, 6 melons to my uncle's grandma, and 3 more melons to my aunt's.

  As for the uncle... I didn't say it in front of the old man just now, I have to give it away, let me give one away!

  By the way, I also need to make some mental preparations for my uncle—grandpa is about to renovate the old house, he is so big, he needs to prepare some money in advance!

   In this way, 13 melons are enough.

  …

   And at this moment, everyone finished eating a watermelon with a click, and they didn't enjoy it at all.

   Seventh Cousin looked at all the big eaters present, and now he unambiguously took the knife and opened another one.

   This one seemed a bit reserved, the knife didn't split open when it touched it.

   But when it is cut halfway down, there is also a "click".

  Everyone Xilihulu ate three melons in total, and it was time to have lunch, so the Seventh Cousin stopped.

   "Have you finished eating? Don't go, help peel the watermelon, peel off the flesh you ate, and peel the green skin outside."

  In fact, like this, it is more convenient to take a knife to slice out the melon pulp before eating.

  But everyone said that eating like this has no soul, you have to hold a big piece and gnaw until your face is full of juice.

  Anyway, it doesn't matter if lunch is early or late, so the seventh cousin just let it go.

   But now he regrets—

   "Look at the pits and pits on your melon skin, it's not as good as a dog chewing on it! How much can you get after you peel it off later?"

  Song Tan glanced at it twice, and found that it was not as good as the real dog.

   To be honest, the king eats much more neatly.

  Zhang Yanping was still holding a small knife in his hand. Looking at the thin layer of melon rind, he also fell silent.

  The rind of the melon was originally thin, but after being gnawed into a mess by them, part of it had to be peeled off, and the outer layer of green skin had to be peeled off as well.

   No matter how cautious you are, it will be only two or three millimeters thinner.

   Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.

  Finally, Xin Jun suggested—

   "Then...do you want to eat two melons again?"

   "Peel off the flesh first this time."

   Good guy!

   These 5 melons are eaten, do you still have lunch at noon?

   Seventh Cousin didn’t even know how to comment.

   "The main reason is that you gnawed too badly. If there is red flesh left on the top, it doesn't matter if it is thinner. I can also make watermelon candy. It is chewy and sweet, and it is better than winter melon candy."

   "If there is no red flesh and only white flesh is left, then you can make sauced watermelon, or you can directly stir-fry it with our green pepper beef sauce—or else, stir-fry a shredded pork with watermelon rind at noon, it is also delicious."

"Now…"

  The little old man looked at the huge basin of watermelon rinds on the ground, and finally sighed:

   "Why don't you feed the pigs."

  After thinking for a while, I finally ordered:

   "The next time you eat melons, give me slices of the flesh first. Even if it's not enough for a pot of frying, even if it's enough for a plate, I'll give you a cold salad to taste the taste first!"

   Suck!

  Just saying that, who can bear it?

  Song Youde felt his stomach growling in his old age. He looked around and saw that there were a bunch of strong guys working hard, and his watermelons were small—

   "How about... eat two more?"

   "Yes, his cousin!"

  Song Sancheng also felt that he didn't eat enough, so he said plausibly: "This watermelon is full of water, shake it in the stomach twice and it will be gone, and eating two more will not affect the lunch at noon!"

   Then he looked left and right, and saw Qiao Qiao beside him: "Qiao Qiao hasn't learned this dish yet, so why don't you give it a chance?"

  Good guy, Qiao Qiao is waiting for this watermelon rind technology, right?

  Seventh Cousin said angrily: "Eat, let's eat, this time I'll get the meat off first—by the way, what kind of food do you want for lunch? Stir-fried or cold salad?"

  It must be cold watermelon rind!

  Seventh Cousin snorted, raised the knife and cut two more melons, divided into eight petals on one side, and then cut off the flesh with one smooth stroke.

  I can only see the emerald green outer skin, about five millimeters of white flesh, and two or three millimeters of red flesh on top, even and silky.

   Zhu Jun looked at it and suddenly sighed:

   "Song Tan, when you planted watermelons, why didn't you plant some with thicker skins?"

  Song Tan: …

   That's a good question.

  Why doesn't she plant some thick-skinned ones?

  Because no one likes watermelons with thick seed coats! !

   Besides, as far as the plumpness of her mountain watermelon is concerned, even if it has a thick skin, it will be supported by the strong and plump flesh!

   Sorry for being late!

   But there is an update, it’s just that I couldn’t finish it at 12 o’clock... there will be more later.

  (end of this chapter)