Under the setting sun in the countryside in the evening, the fire is always accompanied by the fragrance of food.

In the large black iron pot, the shiny chicken soup was blooming, and the onions and ginger were floating in it, and it was so sticky that it shone under the light of the fire.

If Zhu Gaochi was here, this tempting chicken soup alone would be enough to soak two large bowls of rice.

There are also small fish stewed with tofu in the pot next to it. As the soup is turned on, both the tofu and the fish are trembling.

The tofu body was slightly wrapped in the color of soy sauce, and the flesh of the fish had already bloomed.

It can be imagined that as long as you pick it up and put it in your mouth, you can sip it slightly without chewing it, the white and tender fish will slide into your stomach.

Perhaps because she killed several chickens in one go, the mistress of the Zhang family felt a little distressed. She knew that those bright silver dollars were definitely more valuable than the chickens in the pot.

But those chickens were raised by her own hands after all. When she first brought them back, she was still furry chickens. She was afraid that they would be cold, so she simply put them beside her bed. She mixed wild vegetables with grain every day, hoping that they would grow up a lot and then turn them into the family's firewood, rice, oil and salt.

I am absolutely reluctant to eat it. But now I have put it in the pot and will soon become a delicacy in the mouths of others.

This kind of heartache has nothing to do with money, it is because of feelings.

Perhaps because of this reluctance and reluctance to those chickens, the mistress of the Zhang family secretly looked out in the kitchen when she was cutting the bacon brought by the guests.

Then he lowered his head and blushed his face, and his hands were shaking and quickly cut off a corner, hiding it in his own cabinet.

Swish swish swish swish!

The shovel flew up and down the iron pot, and the large pieces of bacon were stir-fried with the onion in my yard over high heat. Soon, the yellow oil soup rippled in the pot like water.

The mistress of the Zhang family wiped her hands with a scarf, looked back at her sons who had long been standing behind her, her eyes were straight and her mouth was shiny.

Then she looked out again, quickly served two spoonfuls of vegetables and placed them in the clay bowl in the gap, and then quickly scooped the bean rice and covered the bacon.

At this time, she looked out again, then turned around and handed over two bowls of rice to her son for dinner.

The two sons called happily, "Mom!"

Then, carefully walked around the house against the base of the wall, held the bowl and stirred it quickly with chopsticks to ensure that each rice grain was covered with grease. Then, the bacon at the bottom of the bowl was placed alone on the rice before starting to swallow it.

They were all young men, and they disappeared after a few bites of rice, and they were still unsatisfied. But surprisingly, there was a piece of oily bacon in their bowls.

Because their mother hasn't eaten yet!

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Zhu Yunxiu squatted in front of the stove, looking at the thickened chicken soup inside, his mind full of what Zhang Dangjia said just now.

Maybe he knew that he had said too much, and after Zhang Dangjia said that there are too many corrupt officials now, he hid aside.

Seeing that the food was ready, Zhang Dangjia came over, "There is nothing to be entertained in the countryside, so a few distinguished guests will be there..."

"This is already very good, there are meat, vegetables, rice and soup!" Zhu Yunsheng smiled and said, "Zhang Dangjia, you are the master, come and have a meal together!"

"How did this make it?" Zhang Dangjia waved his hands repeatedly and said in panic, "You have spent money..."

But before he finished speaking, Li Jinglong pulled him up and pressed him on the lame chair, "How can the guest eat for the owner to watch?" As he said that, he paused, and Li Jinglong smiled again, "I have rice wine, how many bowls do Zhang Dangjia want to drink?"

Gulu!

Zhang Dangjia's Adam's apple moved, with some expectation in his eyes.

People don’t drink alcohol a few times a year!

The guard held the skin and rice wine as color as rice soup, poured it into the stone pottery bowl, and Zhang Dangjia's eyes could not be moved away.

"Eat!"

Zhu Yunyu picked up the chopsticks first, and the people around him dared to move them.

The chicken was very soft and it was bone-free when it was in the mouth.

"Well, it's better than the chickens in our family!" Zhu Yunxiu said lightly.

Hu Guan, who was next to him, immediately stopped chopsticks and whispered, "The chickens at home are all bought at the market. People who specialize in buying chickens will not be able to raise chickens so fat..."

Zhu Yunxiu took another bite of tofu, "Well, tofu is not bad, it tastes like beans!"

Hu Guan also took a bite, then said with a tightening dough, "This... the beans in our house should be bad, so the tofu made is not delicious!"

"Boss!"

Li Jinglong was beside him, soaked a small bowl of rice in chicken soup, and placed it in front of Zhu Yunxiu, "This is the new rice from that year, it's so chewy!"

"Yes!" The rice that had been soaked in the soup melted in her mouth. Zhu Yunxiu couldn't help but praise, "It's not bad!" As he said, he smiled, "There is no taste at home, it's delicious!"

"Haha, distinguished guest... can it be delicious?" Zhang Dangjia's bowl of rice wine was obviously starting to talk more, "I asked the husband to put a few more spoons of lard!"

"I'll fill it up again!" As soon as he finished speaking, Li Jinglong next to him filled with rice wine.

"So...ha!" Zhang Dangjia's mouth was a big mouthful, and his eyebrows and beard spread out under the nourishment of alcohol.

"You just said, now there are too many corrupt officials, what's going on?" Zhu Yunxiu asked casually while eating.

When he asked this, the hands of He Guangyi and Hu Guan on the side trembled violently.

"It's not that there are too many corrupt officials, but that all officials are not corrupt..." After two bowls of rice wine, Zhang Dang's tongue was a little straight, "But it's different from before. In the past, those corrupt officials were slaughtering the people, but now corrupt officials are slaughtering the emperor!"

Suddenly, Li Jinglong, who was about to pour him wine, suddenly trembled, as if he had a stroke.
Chapter completed!