"At this moment, a group of simple ladies came over pushing a cart. The cart was filled with pancakes, green onions and water. When they handed them to us, they told us to eat them slowly, as there would be more leftovers."

"At that time, we all turned to look at the monitor. It wasn't until the monitor said that he would remember how much he had eaten and we had to pay him back, that we started to eat. When we ate, we were literally crying and eating cakes. In those days

,Food is life!”

"When I first started eating pancakes, no one knew how to eat them. We in the New Fourth Army are basically all from the south. We have never eaten this before. We can only tear it into small pieces, eat a bite of green onions, and eat a bite of pancakes. This is how we live.

Coming over."

Han Qiwu also felt a little heavy, "What happened next?"

Chen Dashan seemed to have thought of something interesting. He leaned on the wicker chair and gradually raised his eyes far away.

"After two days, Erwa made up a jingle, Counterattack, Counterattack, turned to Qilu (original name rhymes), ate pancakes, rolled green onions, tired to the point of toothache, and empty stomach! After listening to the jingle, Erwa was

The squad leader sneaked out to help the fellow villagers dig out their feces."

"But Erwa did make a contribution. After the jingle was passed on to Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen specially found someone to learn the correct method. He also folded the paper as a demonstration, taught it to the monitor one by one, and even made up a new jingle:'

Eat pancakes and roll them with green onions. Open your mouth and push it in. Once you bite your teeth and loosen your hands, you can eat it for only a few minutes. Only then will the pancake crisis be truly over."

After saying that, Chen Dashan glanced at the pancakes on the table, his eyes gradually turned red, "It would be great if the squad leader could eat such fine pancakes, and Erba, when he left, he would be about the same age as you.

"

Han Qiwu's mood became very heavy.

There are no quiet years, but there are people carrying the burden for you.

[Mission: ‘Yimeng Soul’ has been completed]

Rewards are being distributed...

【Physique Strengthening Technique】

【Long Sword】

The rewards have been placed in the mailbox, please collect them yourself.

When he heard the message that the task was completed, Han Qiwu already understood.

As for the soul of Yimeng, the important thing is not to eat the authentic Yimeng pancakes, but to experience the soul.

"Okay, okay, it's all my blabbering. Times have improved now, right? Han Qiwu, thank you for being willing to listen to this bad old man like me." Chen Dashan shook his head and forced a smile.

"I want to thank Grandpa Chen for telling me the stories of that era. The most important thing now is that you, Grandpa Chen, are in good health so that you can see the development of this era further." Han Qiwu stood up.

After saying that, Han Qiwu picked up the broom and rag and started cleaning the house seriously.

Seeing this, Grandpa Chen also got busy.

In one morning, the house was clean and bright, and Han Qiwu even went out to buy a couplet and put it up.

This is popularity.

"Xiao Han, I've worked hard for you this morning. I'm a bad old man and I don't have any good things. You have to accept this red envelope." Grandpa Chen walked out of the house, holding a red envelope that was a little faded and looked at it.

The look of the red envelope may have been from many years ago.

I don’t know if this red envelope originally belonged to his son who has not been home for a long time, or to his grandson whom he has barely seen.

Now, this red envelope can finally be given away.

Han Qiwu did not refuse the kindness and solemnly accepted it with both hands.

"Thank you, Grandpa Chen, and wish you a happy old age."

"Hey." Chen Dashan grinned, "You are hungry, let's go, I will take you to find something delicious."

Han Qiwu packed the red envelope, put the pancakes in the refrigerator, closed the door and followed Chen Dashan.

"Grandpa Chen, that steamed rice roll store is closed. The boss said there was a happy event at home." Han Qiwu looked at the route and quickly reminded him.

"The happy event is that his son is getting married today. The wedding banquet is being held now. I will take you to try it." Grandpa Chen said with a smile.

"Ah? Is this appropriate? How much money is appropriate for me to take?" Han Qiwu finally understood.

Although he said he had no friendship with the shop owner, it would not be a big deal even if he went to such a happy event as a wedding banquet.

"There's no need to go along with it. I've gone along with it this morning. When you were cleaning the house just now, I mentioned this matter to Xiao Li, and they were very happy that you, a talented student, came to support you." Grandpa Chen said with a smile.

Han Qiwu touched his pocket. Fortunately, he had the habit of carrying cash when he went out. He would find an opportunity to join the gang later.

If people respect me one foot, I will respect others one foot, and I will reciprocate the courtesy.

When we arrived near Li Hu's house, the huge courtyard was full of people. A red paper at the door said: Congratulations to the groom: Li Po, and the bride Wu Jiao are married.

"Uncle Chen, please sit over here." Li Hu, who was standing at the door, came over and said with a smile, "This is little brother Han Qiwu. He is indeed a talented person. Go into the yard and eat slowly. If you have anything that doesn't suit your appetite, give it to me."

I said."

"Thank you, Uncle Li, and I wish Brother Li a happy marriage." Han Qiwu cupped his hands and said with a smile.

After entering the room and sitting down, food was being served on more than a dozen round tables.

Han Qiwu excused himself to go out to wash his hands, found the person who had received the betrothal gift, and took his share. The money was based on the amount of other people's money, no more, no less.

When we returned to the room, the dishes were almost ready. Looking at the dishes, there were four cold and twelve hot, an authentic Sichuan banquet.

Four colds refer to: Northern Sichuan jelly, bangbang chicken, sweet-skinned duck, and saliva chicken

Twelve hot refers to: boiled fish, twice-cooked pork, spicy chicken and other signature Sichuan dishes.

The table where Han Qiwu and Grandpa Chen sat were all elderly people, chatting with each other, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

"This is Han Qiwu, a graduate student who came to town to conduct experiments. The young man is very nice and down-to-earth." Grandpa Chen introduced with a smile.

"I know, I know, Niu Gang said that last time we had dinner."

"Young man is really fair. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Old Zhang, don't introduce your daughter to college students. She won't crush her to death even if she weighs one hundred and fifty sixty pounds."

"My son is very aggressive in farm work. Why don't you bring your son out to compete?"

"My son, let's have a competition after dinner to see who can win!"

Before Han Qiwu had time to say hello, these uncles and uncles who had just been harmonious began to 'greet' each other.

"Don't worry about them, they are just kidding you. Old Huang is interested in the daughter of the old Zhang family." Chen Dashan was in a good mood and lowered his head and whispered to Han Qiwu.

Han Qiwu nodded, imagining Brother Jing's appearance that day in his mind, with the chopsticks in his hands appearing like dragons.

First, take a deep breath of jelly.

hiss

Very spicy and tastes great!

Leshan sweet-skin duck is also rich in flavor and sweet to the bone.

As for the boiled fish and spicy chicken dishes, you have to take off your coat before eating, and prepare water, milk, and toilet paper.

Eating spicy food feels good for a while, and eating spicy food always feels good!
Chapter completed!