In the evening under the setting sun in the countryside, the fire is always accompanied by the aroma of food.
In the large black iron pot, the oily chicken soup gurgled, with green onions and ginger floating in it. Under the light of the fire, it became viscous and shiny.
If Zhu Gaochi were here, this tempting chicken soup alone would be enough to soak two large bowls of rice.
There is also tofu stewed with small fish in the pot next to it. With the sound of the soup boiling, the tofu and fish are all trembling.
The tofu is lightly coated with the color of soy sauce, and the skin and flesh of the small fish have split open.
As you can imagine, as long as you pick it up and bring it to your mouth, you can take a slight sip and the white and tender fish meat will slide into your belly without chewing.
Probably because she killed several chickens at once, the hostess of the Zhang family felt a little distressed. She knew that those shining silver coins were definitely worth more than the few chickens in the pot.
But those chickens were raised by her herself after all. When they were first brought back, they were still fluffy chicks. She was afraid that they would be cold, so she simply put them next to her bed. She mixed wild vegetables with grains every day, just looking forward to seeing them.
Many of them grew up and became the daily necessities of the family.
I would absolutely hate to eat it. But now it’s all in the pot, and it will soon become a delicacy in the mouths of others.
This kind of heartache has nothing to do with money, but is because of feelings.
Probably because of this reluctance to part with the chickens, the hostess of the Zhang family first peeked out of the kitchen secretly while cutting the bacon brought by the guests.
Then he lowered his head, blushed, and quickly cut off a corner with trembling hands and hid it in his cupboard.
Swish, swish, swish!
The shovel was flying up and down in the iron pot, and large pieces of bacon and green onions from his own yard were stir-fried over high heat. After a while, the yellow oily soup was rippling in the pot like slurry.
The hostess of the Zhang family wiped her hands with a scarf and looked back at her sons who were standing behind her, their eyes straightened and the corners of their mouths shining brightly.
Then she looked outside again, quickly scooped up two ladles of vegetables and placed them in the chipped earthenware bowl, and then even more quickly scooped out beans and rice to cover the bacon.
At this time, she glanced outside again, then turned around and handed two bowls of rice to her son for dinner.
The two sons shouted happily, "Mom!"
Then he carefully walked around to the back of the house against the wall, held the bowl and stirred it quickly with chopsticks to ensure that every grain of rice was covered with grease. Then he placed the bacon at the bottom of the bowl alone on the rice, and then started to devour it.
They were all young men. A bowl of rice was gone after a few mouthfuls, and they were still unsatisfied. But surprisingly, there was a piece of greasy bacon left in their bowls.
Because their mother hasn’t eaten yet!
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Zhu Yunxi squatted in front of the stove fire, looking at the thickened chicken soup inside, and his mind was filled with what Mr. Zhang had just said.
Maybe he knew that he said too much, so after Mr. Zhang said that there are too many corrupt officials now, he hid away.
Seeing that the food was ready, Mr. Zhang came over and said, "There is nothing to entertain in the countryside, so we will just make do with a few distinguished guests..."
"This is already very good, with meat, vegetables, rice and soup!" Zhu Yunxi said with a smile, "Mr. Zhang, you are the master, come and eat with us!"
"How can this happen?" Mr. Zhang waved his hands repeatedly and said in fear, "You have spent money..."
But before he could finish speaking, Li Jinglong pulled him up and pushed him down on the lame chair. "How can there be any reason for the guest to eat while the host watches?" After saying that, he paused, and Li Jinglong smiled again, "I'm like this
There is rice wine, how many bowls of Zhang’s family do you want to drink?”
Gulu!
Mr. Zhang's Adam's apple moved, and there was some hope in his eyes.
Ordinary people don’t have a few drinks throughout the year!
The guard took a skin bag and poured the rice wine, which was the color of rice soup, into a stoneware bowl. Director Zhang couldn't move his eyes away immediately.
"Eat it!"
Zhu Yunxi picked up the chopsticks first, and only those around him dared to move their chopsticks.
The chicken was so soft that it fell off the bone in your mouth.
"Well, it's better than the chickens we have at home!" Zhu Yunxi said lightly.
Hu Guan, who was standing next to him, immediately stopped his chopsticks and whispered, "The chickens at home are all bought at the market. The people who specialize in buying chickens are not willing to raise the chickens so fat..."
Zhu Yunxi took another bite of tofu and said, "Well, the tofu is not bad, it tastes like beans!"
Hu Guan also took a bite, and then said with a tight skin, "This... our family must have bad beans, so the tofu is not delicious!"
"Master!"
Li Jinglong was beside him, soaking a small bowl of rice with chicken soup and placing it in front of Zhu Yunxi, "This is the new rice of that year. It will make you chewy when you eat it!"
"Yeah!" The rice soaked in soup seemed to melt in your mouth. Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but praise, "Not bad, not bad!" He said with a smile, "I don't have this taste at home, it's delicious!"
"Haha, distinguished guest...can't it be delicious?" After a bowl of rice wine, Mr. Zhang obviously started to talk more, "I asked my wife to add a few more spoons of lard!"
"I'll give you more!" As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jinglong next to him filled him up with rice wine again.
"Zi...ha!" Mr. Zhang took another big sip, his eyebrows and beard stretched out under the moistening of alcohol.
"You just said that there are so many corrupt officials nowadays, what's going on?" Zhu Yunxi asked casually while eating his meal.
When he asked this question, the hands of He Guangyi and Hu Guan next to him trembled violently.
"It's not that there are too many corrupt officials, it's that no officials are corrupt..." After two bowls of rice wine, Mr. Zhang's tongue became a little stiff, "But it's not the same as before. In the past, corrupt officials took advantage of the people, but now corrupt officials
It’s for scratching the emperor!”
Suddenly, Li Jinglong, who was about to pour him wine, suddenly trembled at the corners of his mouth, as if he had suffered a stroke.
"Oh? Scrape the emperor's oil and water? How to scrape?" Zhu Yunxi asked again.
This chapter has been completed!