After the sweet potatoes were cooked and out of the pot, the old man suddenly rushed forward, grabbed one and stuffed it into his mouth. It didn't seem to be hot at all.
The constant hissing and the distorted face proved that the sweet potatoes that had just come out of the pot were really hot.
The old man's actions were too unusual. He had been cowering in the corner without daring to raise his head. On the contrary, his grandson was more courageous. He always stood not far away from Qi Kang'an and his daughter, glancing at them from time to time.
It seemed as if they were afraid that they would suddenly run away.
Who could have imagined that the old man would come so suddenly? Not to mention the exclamations from around him, which shocked both Qi Kangan and his daughter.
Qi Kang'an even shouted quickly: "Old man, put it down quickly."
Damn it, this old man looks older than his father, so don't do anything bad with such a perm.
He just happened to see someone selling sweet potatoes and wanted to take the opportunity to introduce this thing to pave the way for selling in the future after planting a large number of them at home. He didn't mean to harm anyone.
The noodle stall owner who was close to the old man was startled for a moment and then reacted quickly. He picked up a rag and stepped forward to snatch the sweet potato from the old man's hand. He then poured a glass of cold water and quickly let the old man hold it in his mouth. Then he grabbed his hand and stuffed it in.
In the basin.
A set of consecutive actions was completed in less than ten seconds. It was obvious that either he had been burned too many times, or there were people around him who made him so skilled.
"Grandpa~" The child was so frightened that he hugged the old man's legs and burst into tears.
The old man did not comfort his grandson immediately. Instead, he swallowed the water and looked at the old man who had already brought his daughter over with his neck turned red. "Sir, I will eat it first. You can wait. If it is poisonous, poison me first."
Because my mouth and throat were burned, my speech was muffled and I couldn't hear clearly.
Their wind-stained eyes looked at Qi Kang'an earnestly and tearfully, as if he was their only salvation.
This look, praying for safety, is what the honest refugees who were about to starve to death on the escape road looked at them.
Qi Kang'an was speechless for a moment, and his originally anxious face turned into helplessness, "Husband, what's the matter? Your grandson has already bitten it just now. If there is really a problem, you wouldn't watch him eat without stopping him.
I asked someone to cook it, just to try out what it tastes like."
There are so many people around, and it’s such a good opportunity for everyone to have a taste. How about burning yourself with your mouth full?
However, it can also be seen from the old man's reaction that their family is really in trouble.
People do encounter difficulties and great difficulties.
The life of ordinary people is hard, and the life of Xiaolin Village where the grandfather and grandson live is even more difficult.
Xiaolin Village is located upstream and downstream of the river. Dalin Village is a big village, with two to three thousand people in one village. Compared with Dalin Village, Xiaolin Village is just a mung bean, with a total population of less than 300.
People in Xiaolin Village are often bullied by Dalin Village. In recent years, several families in Dalin Village have dug fish ponds by the river to raise fish, blocking most of the river water.
It doesn’t matter what the result is. The originally mediocre harvest has become smaller and smaller, and once the taxes are collected, there is basically nothing left.
Argue with Dalin Village. They will either ignore you or beat them up. Go to the government. The government can't send people to keep an eye on this kind of thing all the time. Giving a warning is the same as not handling it.
The people in Xiaolin Village were forced to go up the mountain alone to find food.
The noodle stall owner was chewing sweet potatoes with a puzzled look on his face, "Dalin Village, I know, there is not a single good person in that village who is domineering."
Not to mention, the dumplings are quite delicious, soft and sweet, but a bit choking.
Qi Kang'an took a small one and took a bite, "This tastes pretty good. Dad, do you still have this in your village?"
Before the old man could react, the noodle stall owner was so anxious that he didn't care about respecting the elderly anymore, so he hit the man's calf.
Ouch, what are you doing now?
"Oh, oh, yes, yes, they are in every household in the village." The old man rubbed his hands and was so excited that his face flushed, forgetting that his hands and mouth were burning.
Qi Kang'an nodded, put the sweet potato he had only eaten into a bite on the trolley, took out a couple of silver and threw it to the noodle stall owner, but he said to the old man: "Xiaolin Village, I remember it."
He took out five taels of silver and handed it to the old man, "Three taels is the deposit, and you can use the two taels to check for injuries. I want all the sweet potatoes in your village. I will have someone buy them in five days at the latest."
The noodle stall owner took it with a playful smile and thanked him, but the old man rubbed his hands together and wiped them on his clothes. His eyes glanced at the money from time to time, but he didn't dare to step forward to take it.
The noodle stall owner smiled and pushed the old man, "Thank you soon, sir."
Really, this is good luck, why don't you continue it soon.
Just by helping to cook the rice dumplings, he earned one tael and twenty cents from the silver reward. He might not be able to earn so much even if he runs a noodle stall for a day.
Envy almost caused him to break up.
However, he was also very happy for these two grandfathers and grandsons. Maybe it was because he was the grandfather who helped them grow up. When he saw these two grandfathers and grandsons, he wanted to help them.
"Hey, hey, don't leave, everyone, come and taste the fragrant and sweet earth lumps."
Qi Kang'an had already left with Qi Bao'er in his arms, and the people watching around him were curious and finally dared to come over.
"Is this really edible?"
The noodle stall owner rolled his eyes at the person asking the question, "The old man took a bite just now. I also ate one. Do you think I can eat it?"
After tasting it, the eldest man said he wanted to buy the whole village's tuna, and he had already paid the deposit."
Many people saw the scene where Qi Kang'an rewarded the noodle stall owner with silver and gave the old man money. He was so generous, not just for tens of cents, but only one, two or five taels, which made them envious.
[You can buy a meat bun here for five cents, what is the concept of one tael!】
Now when I heard about Qikang'an, I just tasted it and bought it in large quantities. I immediately made everyone look at those lumps of earth as if they had seen some delicacy from the mountains and seas.
This is something that rich people find delicious!!!
"Give me some to try too."
"I, I want it too."
If a grown man dares to eat it, then there will definitely be no problem.
Moreover, it would be a fool not to take advantage of it. The big pot of cooking was not said to be for sale. If you just take it and leave, you are not taking advantage.
Almost everyone who came around had this idea. The old man, the child, and the noodle stall owner actually forgot to collect money for a moment, and soon all the sweet potatoes were shared.
"...Uh,,," the noodle stall owner looked at the old man who was still excited, and then at the pot with only soup base left, and his face began to turn red.
"Um, I forgot to collect the money." Seeing that the things were being robbed, I was so excited that I handed over the cooked dumplings.
He has never been so popular in Tanqian in his life.
"How about I give you how much money you have?" I deducted it from the one or two silver coins I got for free.
The old man was so frightened by his words that he waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, we still want to thank you for your great kindness."
I picked up my grandson and bowed to the noodle stall owner. Then, as if I was afraid that the noodle stall owner would catch me, I hugged my grandson and walked away without even leaving the empty sack.
Noodle stall owner: "..."
He shook his head and chuckled, poured out the soup base, washed the pot, boiled water, and prepared the noodles again.
