"Here." Chunyu Zheng walked quickly from the gate.
"Uncle, uncle, hello." Lu Qingtian shouted quickly.
Chun Yuzheng was serious and dignified, and Lu Qingtian was a little afraid of him. Every time he saw him, he couldn't help but want to stand at attention and stand in a military posture.
But he probably just sent Ms. Lin here and would leave soon. Lu Qingtian secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he thought of this.
"Little girl, you invited my son and my wife to a treat, and then you left me behind?" Chun Yuzheng said with a smile.
Even though he tried his best to be amiable, Lu Qingtian still felt a strong sense of oppression.
"Ah, I'm sorry, uncle, I didn't mean to leave you behind. I was worried that you were busy with work and didn't have time."
In fact, you still have nothing to do with the subject of the treat. The reason for inviting your wife is because she is a shareholder of the milk tea shop, and the reason for inviting your son is because he helped a lot with Ma Shengnan's affairs, but Lu Qingtian dare not say anything.
"Okay, Lao Zheng, it's good to let you come to share the meal. You're being reasonable. Seeing that you scared the little girl, let's light the fire." Lin Jingya patted Chun Yuzheng's arm and said.
"No, no, just wait and eat. The kitchen is relatively small and there are too many people to turn around." Lu Qingtian said quickly.
Just kidding, who dares to ask Chun Yuzheng to light the fire? With such a giant Buddha in the kitchen, I'm afraid Aunt Bao and the others don't know where to put their hands.
Lu Qingtian winked at Lin Jingya desperately, but fortunately Lin Jingya finally accepted her meaning.
"Okay, let's go see our son." Lin Jingya said.
"Thank you for your hard work." Chun Yuzheng said and followed his wife out.
"Oh my God, I finally left. What did that man do just now? He looked so awesome. As soon as he came in, I didn't dare to express my anger. I felt like a superior leader came to inspect the work." Aunt Bao said in a low voice.
Pei Renjie, who had just been desperately lowering his head to reduce his sense of presence, finally became more assertive now, "Don't talk about you guys, I am always on tenterhooks every time I see my uncle, for fear that I am not doing well."
Fortunately, the Buddha finally left, and the chatter and laughter quickly resumed in the kitchen.
Everyone chatted while working, relaxed and happy.
Soon, all the preparations were done.
"Brother Pei, please go and move the big table out of the main room with your uncle. We will eat under the big banyan tree in the yard," Lu Qingtian said.
"Does it have to be me?" Pei Renjie said dejectedly.
"Then look at everyone sitting here, who else can take on this important task?"
Pei Renjie looked at a room full of women and children, "Then let me do it. I'll go see what kind of table it is. Maybe I can move it by myself."
Lu Qingtian smiled and said nothing. Brother Pei was so naive.
Pei Renjie tried several times and spent a lot of effort to finally determine one thing, that is, he really couldn't carry it on his own.
Seeing that he hadn't come out for a long time, Lu Qingtian went to find Ms. Lin and whispered a few words.
Soon Chun Yuzheng went to the main room and moved the table out with Pei Renjie.
Then plates of dumplings and cold dishes were put out, as well as washed and cut fruits, and plates of meat skewers and vegetables.
Aunt Bao fired up the barbecue, put on the iron mesh and started to barbecue.
"Auntie, you have been busy all morning. You must be hungry. You go and eat first, and I will bake it." Lu Qingtian said.
Aunt Bao was really hungry, "Okay, I'll take a few bites first and then take over from you."
Lu Qingtian took the small brush and started to brush the meat skewers with oil. The smoky summer weather was really uncomfortable.
Chun Yusheng patted Pei Renjie, who was showing off his dumplings next to him, "You go and bake them."
Pei Renjie took a look at the situation, swallowed a few more dumplings with a groan, and walked to the barbecue pit.
"Sister-in-law, you go and eat first, I'll bake it for a while."
"Okay, I'll leave it to you after I finish baking a handful."
The meat skewers in Lu Qingtian's hands were specially made for Chunyu Sheng. They were low in oil, salt, and no chili peppers, with a hint of cumin and peppercorns.
Pei Renjie took the opportunity to eat a few more mouthfuls of cold dishes, and then gloriously took over the burden of barbecue.
Lu Qingtian walked up to Chun Yusheng with a handful of meat skewers in his hand, "Ah Sheng, hurry up and eat, I'll grill them specially for you."
Chun Yusheng took the skewers, took one and put it to Lu Qingtian's mouth, "You can eat it too."
Lin Jingya was unhappy, "Lu Qingtian, I want to eat your grilled meat skewers too."
"Aunt Lin, this is to take care of Asheng's taste. It is roasted with less oil, less salt and not spicy. I will roast the chili version for you later." Lu Qingtian explained.
Grandma Wan remembered Lu Qingtian's words, she would not eat Lu Qingtian's grilled meat skewers, it was not delicious without chili.
The food on the dinner table was very sumptuous, including roast duck, a large plate of chicken, dumplings stuffed with mutton and sour radish, spicy and sour kelp, boiled edamame and peanuts, cold lotus root slices, onions and fungus, and a large pot of chicken soup that the old hen had cooked all morning.
Then there are fruits, drinks, and meat skewers and vegetarian skewers in baskets next to them.
But the atmosphere at the dinner table was very strange, and there was a strange silence. Aunt Bao, Jiang Lai, and Ma Shengnan were all eating silently with their heads lowered.
Chun Yusheng and Lu Qingtian were eating meat skewers in Meimei, and Chun Yu was busy picking up vegetables for his wife. Usually Lin Jingya would look over at her, and Chun Yu would go over with her chopsticks.
Although Chun Yuzheng didn't say anything, the moment he sat there was enough to make everyone afraid to breathe.
In Mrs. Wan's opinion, this is a bad atmosphere. This man is really thick-skinned, and Lu Qingtian didn't invite him. Who asked him to come and have a meal?
"Qing Tian, you go to the northeast corner of my main room and take out the plum wine I made so that everyone can have a taste." Grandma Wan said.
Although Lu Qingtian was puzzled, he obeyed and did as he was told.
Plum wine is sweet and sour, a little spicy, and very tasty.
Sure enough, after a few glasses of wine, the atmosphere at the table became lively and everyone started chatting while eating.
The old lady nodded with satisfaction, this is right.
Pei Renjie's first round of meat skewers was cooked and ready to eat. He took a large plate, arranged the meat skewers and put them on the table.
Looking at the dark mass, no one dared to reach out and take it.
"What is this black thing?"
"I heard it's mutton skewers."
Lu Qingtian also drank two glasses of plum wine, feeling relaxed and comfortable, "Pei Renjie, look at this pitch black thing you baked. The dogs won't even eat it. Don't waste my good mutton. Come on."
Get up and I'll bake it."
Lu Qingtian sat in front of the barbecue again.
"Is it that bad? How do you know it doesn't taste good if you haven't tasted it? Maybe it's just a little darker on the outside, but it's still good on the inside."
Pei Renjie was not convinced. He took a skewer of meat that he grilled and took a tentative bite. He spit it out quickly, "Bah, bah, bah, why is this so bitter and salty? Water, give me some water quickly."
Chun Yusheng took a bottle of Jianlibao and handed it to him, "Go ahead."
Pei Renjie drank half the bottle in one go and ate most of the plate of dumplings before feeling the bitter taste in his mouth was suppressed.
The third update is completed, see you tomorrow. I was originally thinking of the fourth or fifth update, so I finished the eighty and went to write the ninety. I didn’t expect that it was already half past ten after the ninety update, so I can only continue tomorrow. It’s the end of the month, please
A monthly recommendation vote. This book is struggling to climb the list. If it gets more votes, I will add more updates.
