A basket full of radishes and cabbages is really not enough.
A dozen pig-killing banquets have already been held, so there's no need to search all over it.
Song Tan sighed and waved his hand: "Qiao Qiao, this is a class reunion for you, and your children are also responsible for hosting it. You can prepare the souvenirs yourself - not tea, not pork, and the rest.
Let’s see.”
"Okay!" Qiao Qiao was instantly happy: "I'm going to pick vegetables now!"
It was obviously very heartfelt.
Seeing his back running away, Song Tan suddenly felt sad about raising a son.
Tsk.
Lu Chuan withdrew his gaze and couldn't help but reveal a faint smile on his lips.
It is probably only with the support of such relatives that a mentally deficient [child] like Qiao Qiao can shine with such splendid brilliance.
…
The sun was shining warmly at noon in winter, and everyone had eaten and drank enough, so it was inevitable that they were a little out of spirits.
At this time, the old Song family was cleaning up the yard, and several well-dressed young men were sweeping the floor with big brooms, so that everyone walked from the yard to the outside, and finally ended up on the asphalt road with no people and no cars.
Wandering around.
The villagers who came to help clean up the kitchen finished their work and then went home. Some people decided to wait until there were not so many guests in the old Song family tomorrow to talk about it in detail.
Netizens looked at the bamboo forest with the rustling wind in the distance, then at the vegetable patch downhill that was no longer springlike, and at the two conspicuous white greenhouses in the middle...
Finally, he moved his eyes to the yellow clay stove in front of him.
If I remember correctly, at noon today, since they finished all the vegetables first, there was actually quite a lot of rice left...
Brother No. 1 on the list swears for five hundred years that he is full at lunch.
but……
He cleared his throat: "Then what...have you ever eaten rice balls?"
"It's not the kind of rice balls sold outside that are filled with meat floss and stuffing, but the kind made in big pots in rural areas."
Put the soft rice and the crispy rice dumplings together in the palm of your hand, and squeeze your hands together to make an authentic rice ball.
If you like sugar, dip it in some white sugar. If you don't like sweet taste, wrap some fermented bean curd or small pickles in it.
Otherwise, chewing the original flavor still brings out the sweetness of rice grains.
When he described it like this, several people present silently touched their bellies.
The two girls were so sorry that they almost burst into tears: "No, don't worry, I'm still so full, I really can't even eat a bite."
The other older men looked at each other:
"My stomach is still full, but I'm not that hungry. It's just a waste of rice just sitting there..."
"That's right, whoever shoveled the thinner side of the rice pot into pieces and didn't pick it up. There are still a lot of them."
"Yeah, I'm not very hungry, but this rice is really fragrant. I think it's okay if I take a small piece and eat it slowly..."
"I'm okay. I feel that eating these hawthorn pills helps digestion. After a while, I won't feel anything in my stomach. I should be able to take another one..."
"I like salty food. I wonder if I can put some pickles and hot sauce inside..."
As everyone talked, they moved towards the stove in unison.
However, before they could lift the lid of the pot, they saw several men striding over with hoes:
"Come on, come on, we have to eat today, but we can't just do nothing! We just said how to clean up this stove?"
"Xiao Zhu, please stand aside and have a rest. I feel like you are the only one busy today. My ears are also very tired. We can just do this rough work."
"That won't work! We haven't done any rough work or fine work since we came here today, so why are we sharing so much? Come on, come on, I remember the chef's request just now - I'll give you this rag, let's put this iron
Lift the pot."
"You guys just smash this earthen stove. The aunts said that the village has been strict with inspections recently, and it is easy for satellites to detect smoke when burning fires here."
If you put it in the past, after the pot is taken out, the earthen stove will collapse on its own within two days. In a few days, it will be exposed to wind and sun and turn into a pile of soil. There is no need to clean it up at all.
But now that environmental monitoring is strict, even if it’s a small thing, it won’t cause any problems, so maybe it’s better to clean it up!
It also saves them trouble.
Several people were about to take action as they said so. Brother No. 1 on the list had just laid the foundation for his emotions five hundred years ago, and the food hadn't even reached his mouth yet. How could he tolerate it?
At this moment, he quickly stepped forward: "Brother, brother, it's not urgent, it's not urgent." He opened the lid of the pot and said, "Look, there is half of the rice in each pot."
As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, several arrogant young men instantly lost their fighting ability.
They put the rags in their hands back on the stove. Now staring at the pot of rice, the rough old man clapped his hands, a little embarrassed:
"I can't eat any more of this."
"You can eat it, you can eat it!" The Five Hundreds slapped their bellies loudly, as if they had a ripe watermelon inside.
At this moment, he vowed: "We ate the big hawthorn pills, and now we are almost done eating. We can still take another bite."
Those who said this were all grown men. This rice was so delicious, if it could be eaten, they would want to take a bite of it!
Everyone looked at each other and opened the lids of the remaining two pots again - well, there is still rice left!
So there was no need to worry anymore, just a few people picked up the shovels and started working.
The big palm just grasped and grasped an irregular rice ball, and it came out.
But this time, you have to remember not to wolf it down. You have to eat something delicious like this slowly to pass the time and satisfy your stomach.
When everyone was squatting on the curb, nibbling at the rice balls, Secretary Wang also strolled out and was stunned for a moment.
Fortunately, he and the leader were interviewed privately incognito. If he really brought the media here like the city leaders, you think these people would just squat here and eat rice balls...
How damaging this is to the image!
After all, they were all from Ning Cheng. Secretary Wang was happy for a while. Seeing that the leader was still talking about something next to the old men, he was also a little ready to make a move.
He walked forward in a few steps: "Where are the rice dumplings?"
Isn’t that just eating rice balls?
Five Hundred Years stood up, and was about to say a polite word: "Would you like to come too?"
Then he looked at the pot subconsciously.
Just now, the dozen or so of them just shoveled away the remaining rice in the pot, and now they have no choice but to give it to them.
Fortunately, Secretary Wang was sharp and could roughly understand it by looking at their expressions and looking at the empty pot.
At this moment, he shook his head: "I won't eat, I won't eat, I can't eat anymore - don't you really feel full?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly held his stomach in pain.