Grandpa, who doesn't come to the house for dinner easily, heard that Huo Fengyan's grandfather was here, so he specially brought two live fish over this time.
Xu Qingzhi cooked the rice first, and Wang Yanmei came back and cooked a table full of dishes.
Stewed white radish, stir-fried dried celery, steamed chestnut chicken soup, spicy duck cubes, pan-fried fish cubes with chopped pepper, stir-fried spinach, and scrambled eggs with wild onions.
Six people, seven dishes, already entertained with Chinese New Year etiquette.
Xu Fuqiang specially took out the medicinal wine he had brewed at home and greeted the two old men.
On the dinner table, there is a table of steaming hot dishes.
Wang Yanmei greeted: "Eat quickly, there is nothing good in our country, just some home-cooked meals."
"Mother Qingzhi, you're so polite. I heard Feng Yan say earlier that your cooking skills are excellent, and Brother Dong and I are in a good mood today.
Mr. Huo made a special trip back earlier to bring gifts, which made Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang both embarrassed and a little relieved.
Ordinary parents don't worry about just that.
The man's attitude also means his attitude towards Qingzhi in the future.
Giving gifts is not just a matter of money and etiquette, but also represents the importance they attach to Qingzhi.
For example, when some men and women in the village were planning to get married, they would quarrel because the woman came to the house and the man's parents searched for a penny and refused to give him a gift.
Many girls have read books and have knowledge. They always subconsciously feel that people's hearts are not too bad. Maybe they just don't have this etiquette or have forgotten it.
Little do you know, when those women who have been tortured in the past become mothers-in-law, they will become the next executioners who torture their daughters-in-law.
Xu Qingzhi didn't care about this, but she would never be frightened just because the man gave her some expensive gifts.
Do good to her, and she will naturally reciprocate.
The grandfather on the side did not speak Mandarin, and now he spoke broken Mandarin, saying: "Old man, you are welcome to come. Why didn't Xiao Huo come this time?"
Mr. Huo explained: "He has been too busy with work recently. Grandpa Qingzhi, I will ask him to come see you after a while."
"Hey, no, no, no, what's so good about me, an old man? Young people just have to be busy with their careers, so it's better to be busy." Grandpa couldn't help but be cautious when he spoke. People who have faced the loess all their lives are different from those who do business. He
I wanted to say something, but I was afraid that if I said something right, I would lose face to my granddaughter.
In the end, I had no choice but to apologize honestly.
If we keep talking like this, the food will get cold.
Xu Qingzhi said, "Let's eat."
Only then did everyone move their chopsticks.
After eating a piece of white radish, Dong Ming's eyebrows relaxed.
After all, he is no longer young. His teeth are not as good as those of young people, and he prefers to eat soft food.
The stewed radish is soft and rotten, but not too soft. Especially when you bite into it, the flavor of the radish makes you miss it.
Although the Dong family has their own farm, the white radish grown here is really not as good as that here.
Dong Ming vaguely remembered his childhood. During the Chinese New Year, the house still had yellow lanterns. His mother brought out a steaming pot of radish stew from the kitchen. Seeing that he was greedy, she took a small bowl and served him a piece of radish and a piece of meat.
Let him go up and eat in hiding, but don't let other sisters and brothers in the family see it.
Otherwise, with a few greedy little guys, the pot of radish stew will be empty before the relatives come.
The taste of this radish is really similar to that of the past.
He couldn't help but sigh: "This radish tastes so good."
Mr. Huo looked at him with tears in his eyes. At this age, he understands everything. He just remembers all the things in the past.
He also picked a piece of radish to eat, and the texture was really different from what he eats at home.
This has not been delivered by express delivery, so it tastes much fresher. Qingzhi’s mother’s cooking skills are also very good.
Mr. Huo has already begun to think about whether to change the chef, so as not to waste such good food delivered by Xu family.
The grandpa on the side ate a few pieces of meat first. He almost cried when he ate a radish. He wondered if the radish was so delicious today.
Puzzled, he took a piece and tasted it. It was delicious, but he was used to it.
After thinking about it for a while, I figured it out.
I'm from the city, so I haven't eaten white radish much.
Grandpa's eyes were full of heartache: "When you leave tomorrow, I will ask Qingzhi to give you some white radishes. Stop crying, ah?"