Chapter 141: Chef's Tongue

Song Sancheng found an excuse out of helplessness, but unfortunately, his appearance this year had changed a lot!

Originally, he was thin and short, his skin was a bit dark, and there were some gray hairs on the top of his head. The whole person was not much different from other fellow villagers.

But now?

During this period, his family was busy, and everyone met less. Now at a glance, only felt that he was fatter than before, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to be stretched!

Gray hair was still there, but the rest of the hair was black and shiny, walking with a straight waist, without any sign of bone shrinkage in the elderly, how spirited!

Look at that complexion again, invisible and untouchable, but everyone can feel his health... why, how much good food did he eat this spring? Nourished like this?

Just thinking about this, everyone was full of confidence and expectation for the "Wu Lan's cooking skills have risen greatly" he said.

One of the aunts helping to plant trees was thoughtful:

"If you ask me, everyone should eat more at noon—do you remember what Tan Tan looked like when she came back? Riding a motorcycle from my door, oh my, I saw it, there was a piece of white gauze on one side of her head, and her little face was pale."

"Look at this girl now, white and red—"

Aunt wanted to find a good adjective, but thought about it, instead remembered Song Tan carrying a large basket and walking like flying, finally could only summarize in one sentence—

"... The body is sturdy!"

Everyone agreed with this.

Song Tan's skill in doing work, with her beside, set off everyone else as if they were lazy.

From this it can be seen—

"Song Sancheng's family's food is definitely nourishing! Qiao Qiao also looks more handsome, oh my, it's a pity this big guy—cough."

This topic can't be chatted anymore, it's too stinging. But everyone who worked started looking forward to the old Song family's lunch.

This made Song Sancheng numb again.

He just said it casually... his wife's craftsmanship for decades was like that, mainly relying on this year's good vegetables! But good vegetables were all pulled to sell for money, how to feed everyone?

And down the mountain.

Song Tan's small pickup truck stopped at the door, Qiao Qiao's tear stains had been wiped clean, and at this moment looked at Song Tan with full expectation.

Wrong

Song Tan:...

Actually, she had the intention to ask Qiao Qiao to help with some work.

But...

Oh my, now actually felt a trace of self-blame and pain for spoiling the child!

Because she finally surrendered under this little pitiful look:

"Go, go, go, go to Sister's room, wait a while and I'll turn on the computer for you—only allowed to watch one episode at noon."

One episode is one episode!

Qiao Qiao cheered and rushed into the house.

But Song Tan didn't follow up immediately, but waited for Seventh Uncle and Seventh Aunt to get off the car, and then greeted: "Mom, I invited Seventh Uncle to be a chef at our house, his house still needs to be cleaned up for two days, so he has to live in our house today..."

People followed back, what else does Wu Lan not understand?

At this moment, she threw away the vegetables she was cleaning halfway, and the whole person was as enthusiastic as a sunflower, just wishing she could spin around Seventh Uncle's couple:

"Oh my, Uncle is here! Come, come, come, tired, right? I'm cleaning the room, I just dried the quilt a few days ago, I'll lay it out for you..."

She was so enthusiastic, Seventh Uncle's originally determined mood was further relaxed, at this moment Seventh Aunt followed into the house, but he didn't be polite and wandered around the courtyard, looking at the three native dogs playing with a bone in the corner, and was happy:

"These little guys look spirited."

Even the puppies are raised so spiritedly, the diet must not be stingy.

Turned his head and saw the bamboo shoots that Wu Lan had dug halfway and thrown away, couldn't help but reach out and pick them up, looking at them over and over, and reached out to peel two pieces of bamboo shoot clothes, stuffed them into his mouth first.

After chewing twice, he silently broke off a small piece of bamboo shoot.

Then his expression became serious, and he started to look around at the vegetables all over the courtyard.

Just at this time, the two aunts who were helping also walked in, saw Seventh Uncle and were stunned for a moment, and then reacted—

"Oh my, isn't this our original Song Chef?"

In those years, Seventh Uncle's big spoon dominated the village, whoever could invite him to hold a banquet was sincere! It can be considered a well-known figure.

The two were instantly excited, what? Is Song Chef cooking the banquet at noon today? That's a blessing!

Seventh Uncle nodded as a greeting, and finally approached to look at the locust flowers they put in the dustpan, the green and white flower buds were fresh and fragrant, and it was a wild atmosphere.

No need to taste, Seventh Uncle knew that this locust flower was the same as the one Song Aunt sent to his house. Turned his head and saw another aunt's basin of oil wheat vegetables that had just been washed, instantly frowned again.

This oil wheat vegetable is green, crisp and tender, but he smelled it and knew that this was no different from the vegetables in the ordinary vegetable market.

If it were when he was a chef before, this vegetable naturally had nothing to pick.

But now first bamboo shoots, then locust flowers, compared like this, it seems like one side is palace Buddha jumping over the wall, one side is beggar gang rotten rice...

Is this gap too big?

He lowered his head and looked at the basins of vegetables cleaned on the ground—

Spinach, black and white cabbage, garlic sprouts, onions, coriander, leeks, carrots, garlic moss, lettuce...

"Why is there Chinese milk vetch?"

Originally, isn't this for feeding pigs and cows? It was only when he first became a chef that the environment was difficult, and everyone ate this.

Why, not only do cities love wild vegetables, but villages also recall bitterness and think of sweetness now?

Just happened that Song Tan was moving things off the car, and said casually: "The Chinese milk vetch in the fields this year is delicious, but because I want to plant vegetables, so I turned it all over. Only some left on the edge of the field, Mom specifically picked it this morning."

Green vegetables are too expensive now!

Seventh Uncle didn't respond, just broke a little into his mouth one by one, and then reached out and pointed all the vegetables:

"Carrots and garlic moss are bought, right? A taste of greenhouse vegetables."

"The rest are not planted in the same piece of land. Besides, whose vegetables are Chinese milk vetch and leeks?"

The two aunts helping looked at each other strangely:

"Song Chef, no wonder your cooking is so delicious, this tongue is not comparable to ordinary people—so many years, how is it still so spiritual?"

"You really said it, Chinese milk vetch and leeks were cut by Wu Lan from her own field, the rest are all pieced together from the vegetable gardens in the village."

Wu Lan was holding the bedding and coming out of the house, hearing this and looking at Seventh Uncle, she was simply shining with both eyes!

What is this called? This is called real ability!

Her son follows such a master to learn cooking, even if only half the ability, he can support himself! ===== CHAPTER 142 =====