Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 399 399. What can the pension be used for?

  Song Tan packed the white fungus for Wu Qianqian with a bitter face.

   There are really not many left... The last pile was all given to her, a whole catty, packed in a big non-woven bag, and covered with a plastic bag.

  Wu Qianqian turned her lips up the whole time, she was very happy.

  How should I put it, it is indeed her! In the end, let Song Tan be deflated, hahaha! Cool and crooked.

   After such a toss, until Wu Lei came back from the rice fields, it was time for the family to prepare dinner.

  Wu Lan was carrying the dishes, while whispering to Song Tan: "Fortunately, the white fungus drying in your grandfather's yard has not had time to move here. Otherwise, there are too many things, and they won't be so impulsive."

  Song Tan nodded, while sighing: "It's really out of stock now, I have to talk to Brother Yanping later, and suspend delivery—" for a day or two.

  …

   At this moment, everyone in the living room regained their composure, somewhat regretting it. After all, it is 4000 a catty...

  Wu Qianqian even felt a little belatedly—was she being fooled again?

  However, when doubts arose, a classmate strolled in from outside:

   "Good guy! We really grabbed the treasure! I just heard Song Tan tell her mother that the inventory is out of stock."

   "Just the white fungus soup just now, it's so delicious! I really wanted to tell Song Tan not to make lunch, just give me three or five bowls of white fungus soup..."

   No way!

  Everyone is drooling when they think of the white fungus that was put into their mouths just now, and feel relieved.

   There were a lot of people at noon, and Qiao Qiao had cut the rice for a long time, and he just came back now, and he had to go back to the room to take a shower as soon as possible—

   This appearance of loving cleanliness is indeed Ulan's true biography.

   "Go and wash. After washing, I will put your food aside. You can go upstairs to eat after you take it."

  There are too many people downstairs, no matter how big the new restaurant is, it’s uncomfortable to eat, it’s better to have a table with a few young men.

   Turning her head again, seeing Wu Lei foolishly about to serve the dishes, and seeing his face flushed from the sun, Wu Lan also sighed:

   "Leilei, if you're too tired, go upstairs to wash up and rest. If you don't want to move later, you can eat with Yanping Qiaoqiao, so you can feel more comfortable."

  Wu Lei also seemed to have received an amnesty. At this moment, all his strength was relaxed, and he hurried upstairs.

   Among other things, air conditioner, he needs air conditioner!

  As for the video picture of cutting the rice at the beginning and the promise to Lili...let's talk about it after he rests for a while.

  Song Tan's timing was very subtle, and the bowl of tremella soup was really pitiful, and it was useless except for appetizing.

  No, at twelve o'clock, when everyone was hungry, dinner was finally served!

  The air conditioner is on, and the fragrance of vegetables and meat in the room is mixed together, which is indescribably wonderful!

  Seventh Cousin also knew that Song Tanqiong was still waiting for the delivery of Baoshan’s new contract money, so he tried his best at noon—

  The freshly dried cowpea stewed beef, served with coriander and chili, is really refreshing and enjoyable.

  Scrambled eggs with chili, fried shredded pork, loofah soup, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried minced pork with sour cowpea, green peppers with tiger skin, braised eggplant in brown sauce, fried bacon with garlic sprouts... There are also cucumbers with eggs, cold watermelon rind...

   Each kind is a big pot, which makes the farmhouse rice solid.

  Everyone squeezed into the room, smelling the alluring smell and the burnt aroma of the rice in the pot, everyone couldn't help their stomachs growling.

   That is to say, the white porridge pickle burrito in the morning... it is not very hungry!

  Because they were all young people, Ulan, Song Sancheng and others simply set up another table in the kitchen. Without the host, parents and seniors, the students would not do the kind of thing that you push and give up for the sake of the seat, and quickly find the right seat and sit down.

...

  At this moment, he just tried his best to restrain himself from stretching out his chopsticks too quickly, and then said: "Come on, let's serve dinner, otherwise I won't have the energy to work in the afternoon!"

   No one mentioned drinking, and Song Tan even pretended not to know. Just kidding, how can you buy things when you are drunk?

  So, at the dinner table, everyone shook their heads and ate wildly. Except for the word "delicious", they couldn't say any more educated words.

  Cucumber is crispy, dried cowpea is spicy, tiger skin green pepper is thick and has a unique aroma, not to mention the braised eggplant is full of sauce, let alone more rice!

  Everyone eats like "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

  Twenty minutes later, everyone held their stomachs, feeling the aroma and tender taste of the loofah soup, but no one dared to speak.

how to say?

  The food reaches the throat, and the mouth is blocked by hiccups. Who dares to speak again?

  Only Ulan heard nothing and came over to take a look—ho!

   The plates and pots are all eaten!

   "This..." She hesitated, and said politely: "Are you all full? Don't be too polite!"

  The squad leader raised his hand weakly, but when he opened his mouth there was a full hiccup, so he waited for a while before saying with a bitter face:

   "I can't eat it... I really can't eat it..."

   After finally seeing Ulan leave, the squad leader immediately asked: "Song Tan, do you have a partner? If not, I'll bring my family fortune to be your son-in-law...Hi! It's so delicious..."

   "What nonsense! What's so good about a son-in-law—Song Tan, are you short of sisters? It's the kind that can be eaten. Can you see me?" The female classmate was not happy.

  Song Tan smiled politely: "Raising you is not as cost-effective as raising my little pig..."

   These words... so true!

  The students were silent.

   After a while, someone suddenly asked again: "Well...do you raise pigs? How many? Do you kill pigs during the Chinese New Year? Is there any dish for killing pigs?"

   Song Tan laughed even more helplessly.

   "Yes, there are, but you think about the price of my things...or forget it."

  Everyone: ... so real! So sad!

   "Xiao Song, do you think Auntie can do it? Auntie is also very good at washing and cleaning. When you kill a pig, tell Auntie, and Auntie will help you."

  The spirited aunt with short hair tugged at the blouse caught by the folds of her stomach, and then smiled: "Auntie, what else can I do with my pension if I don't use it for food and drink?"

  Song Tan: …

   Yes, she likes such clients.

   But who can tell about pork? There are too many monks and too few porridge...

   Now he laughed: "It's too far away to kill pigs until winter—but Auntie, would you like to have another rice ball? The green pepper sauce in it."

Aunt:…

  Her saliva was about to flow out again, but her stomach couldn't hold it any longer.

  At this moment, I can only reluctantly refuse: "No, I can't eat anymore, I'm too full..."

  Song Tan's eyes lit up again: "There are still a few cans of pickled green peaches at home, Auntie, do you want to eat? It helps digestion."

  She tossed the jar out: "Look, this is picked from the peach grove on my mountain. It's very delicious!"

   So sleepy and tired... Good night my Atlantic rare salmon dragon noodle flower.

  (end of this chapter)