The Zhang family stuffed all the edible things on the table into their stomachs or arms with the force of a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Within a quarter of an hour, they had devoured everything on the table.
Not to mention Zhou Daliang and Zhou Dahong, who were responsible for serving the dishes and steamed buns, even Fang and others in the kitchen who secretly looked over were shocked.
Mrs. Fang thought that she had been in Lao Zhou's house for a long time. If nothing else, she had spent a year in Lao Zhou's house.
She had visited all the relatives of Lao Zhou's family who were leaving, but she never remembered that such a person existed.
Mrs. Fang swallowed her saliva and asked Ms. He on the side, "Third sister-in-law, this, this family in this chapter is grandma's natal family?"
He glanced outside and whispered: "You will get used to it after seeing them a few times. Just avoid them when you see them in the future."
"If you eat in such a hurry, will you hiccup?" Fang asked uncertainly.
Unexpectedly, just after she finished speaking, several members of the Zhang family over there burped. However, they seemed to be used to it and didn't care. Instead, they looked around and shouted: "Why are there no steamed buns and no food? The person who served the food
How did you get there?"
Zhou Dahong immediately stepped forward, "The dishes to be served on each table are fixed, and so are the steamed buns. I have already added an extra basket of steamed buns for you. If you don't believe me, look at the baskets on other tables."
The Zhang family looked subconsciously and found that the basket on the fifth table was one less than theirs.
Zhou Dahong curled his lips and said: "Last year was a disaster year. This year everyone's life is not easy. The meals on each table are fixed, and you all have hiccups and haven't eaten enough."
"We've eaten and the kids haven't eaten yet."
"Then take out the steamed buns in your arms and give them to your children."
Boss Zhang subconsciously covered his chest.
The Zhang family began to curse, and Zhou Dahong placed the food tray heavily on the table. The young people sitting at the table stood up and stared at them with bright eyes.
Humph, just when they are the gangsters in Qili Village, are they made of mud?
In the past three years, they were the number one figures in and outside Qili Village!
Of course, most of them are now married and fathers of children!
Some were holding their children, or some of the older Zhang family members were quiet for a moment, and then sat down again without saying a word.
Zhou Dahong was satisfied and snorted: "We are about to close the table, please make way, make way."
This is a bit rude, at least no one would treat a guest like this.
Pianzhang's family has always bullied the weak and feared the strong, so at this time they dared to get angry but dared not speak out.
Zhang Laoer looked around to find reason with Lao Zhou, but found that the couple who were still in the mourning hall had gone somewhere, and the cousins and nephews sitting on both sides seemed to not see that they were being embarrassed.
Zhang Laoer got angry, rolled up his sleeves and was about to reason with them, but his grandson came in from outside, grabbed his clothes and said, "Grandpa, grandpa, there's a lot of food outside."
Zhang Laoer narrowed his eyes and followed him out of the gate. As soon as he went out, he saw that there were at least twenty tables set up along the road ahead. Each table had steamed buns and vegetables, and they
The way they ate was the same as the fight just now. They were talking and eating at the same time.
Zhang Laoer also saw Uncle Qian with sharp eyes!
He squinted his eyes and turned back to find his elder brother.
At this time, it was past noon, and everyone in Lao Zhou's family was hungry, so Uncle Lai asked his son to inform the filial sons and grandsons who were keeping watch to eat first.
Zhou Dalang and the others went to the kitchen to get some steamed buns to eat. Man Bao stood among the tall brothers, already up to their chests, and a steamed bun was stuffed into her hand.
Mrs. Fang gave her a spoonful of vegetarian food and explained specifically: "Sister-in-law said you are not allowed to eat meat."
Man Bao nodded understandingly and asked, "Then do we still have to observe filial piety for three years?"
"Ahem..." Not to mention Zhou Dalang and others, even Zhou Dalang choked. He quickly drank a sip of water and said: "No, no, if you don't want to eat meat, just give up for three or four days."
In fact, there are not so many things to pay attention to in the countryside. Lao Zhou didn't think about it at first, because even when his parents died, he didn't shy away from it.
If he could find a piece of meat among the remaining meals at home, his sadness would be diluted, let alone that he would go out of his way not to eat meat.
After reading the book, Datou asked his family last night with a worried look if their family would not eat meat for three years, and if Uncle Wu would not be able to marry a wife for three years...
This was the first time Zhou Dalang and Xiao Qian heard such a statement, so they were both shocked.
Generally speaking, marriages and banquets are not allowed. Isn't this only allowed by the county magistrate's regulations after the emperor's father dies?
In fact, they did it in the countryside, but no one complained, and the county magistrate didn't even know, let alone the emperor who didn't know where he was.
So when the last emperor died, although there were regulations against marrying and banquets, during the festival, everyone should still eat meat, drink wine, talk about marriage...
Man Bao scratched his head and suddenly realized, "I know, it's our parents who are written in the book, and this is our uncle, so it's different."
After hearing this, the six brothers felt complicated and their eyes became complicated. Zhou Lang hesitated and said, "Manbao, how about you try not eating meat for three years?"
Zhou Zuorang patted him on the head: "Don't come up with blind ideas. What should we do if Manbao is sick? It was very difficult for the family to bring her up like this."
Man Bao also touched his chubby belly, hesitated and said, "I heard that the emperor only observes three months of filial piety, and one month counts as one year."
"Yes, you are a fairy. Don't gods take one day a year?" Zhou Lang said: "Why don't you just watch for three days? It will be regarded as three years."
Man Bao asked: "Why do you not keep it as long as I keep it?"
Zhou Dalang said: "Let's guard it together. He is our uncle. We should fulfill our filial piety."
"Okay!" Man Bao nodded seriously, "Let's guard it together."
Just as he was talking, Zhang Laoer rushed in from outside. He saw that the Zhou Dalang brothers were holding steamed buns in their hands, and there seemed to be many more in the kitchen behind them. His eyes flashed slightly, and people were about to squeeze in.
Go, "Da Lang, what are you doing hiding here? My cousin can't find you even if he looks for you..."
Zhou Dalang and Zhou Lang immediately stepped in front of Zhang Lao Er. Zhou Dalang cooperated with tacit understanding and stuffed the half-eaten buns into Zhou Lang's mouth.
Helping him outside, he said with a smile: "Second cousin, if you don't tell me, I will go find you. I just wanted to whisper something to you. Do you still remember the food you borrowed from our family a few years ago?"
Zhang Laoer stiffened and muttered: "When, why didn't I know?"