Chapter 147: Like sunlight breaking through the dark night

A group of people had a super comfortable breakfast and praised Seventh Uncle's cooking skills endlessly. However, Seventh Uncle himself was very dissatisfied:

"Back in the countryside, why do we still have to buy vegetables for every meal?" Look at how clean this kitchen is, and the vegetable plot is also very barren.

But this is something that can't be helped!

During this time of scarcity, if you don't buy vegetables, are you going to eat lettuce, garlic sprouts, and Chinese cabbage every day?

Seventh Uncle said critically: "The season is wrong, these black and white cabbages are already bitter."

During the Chinese New Year period, blanching the hearts of black and white cabbage made them taste sweet.

Seeing everyone full and satisfied, Qiaoqiao happily stacked the bowls and chopsticks in the sink and washed them slowly and seriously, humming a song:

"Like sunlight breaking through the dark night, dawn quietly crosses the horizon..."

Song Tan listened and listened, always feeling that something was not quite right.

Then she remembered: this seems to be the theme song of Ultraman! But—

"Song Qiao Qiao!" She asked: "You can sing now, how many episodes did you watch yesterday?"

Qiaoqiao blinked, then quickly turned his head back and said loudly: "Qiaoqiao is washing dishes, must be serious."

Well, just say he snuck into the bedroom yesterday and didn't come out until dinner, who knows how many episodes he watched in one go!

Seventh Aunt saw Qiaoqiao's obedient and well-behaved appearance and was full of joy, quickly saying: "He's just a child, what's wrong with watching a few episodes of cartoons? I don't believe you didn't hug the TV when you were young."

Song Tan was silent.

At that time, ask which child didn't want to live in the TV!

Just as she was about to say something else, Seventh Uncle had already found a basket: "Are there any designated dishes for lunch?"

Until Wu Lan quickly said: "No, no, Uncle, whatever you make, we eat, no one is picky."

Now she can finally be liberated from three meals a day, and she is tying the basket to her waist, preparing to pick tea. Not to mention being picky, she just wants to clap her hands and celebrate.

Seventh Uncle nods:

"Then I'll go stroll around nearby to see what's edible."

There are wild vegetables on the back mountain, but they sprouted early due to spiritual energy, and they are a bit old now. Song Tan opened her mouth to remind him, but thought for a moment, she doesn't know how to cook, so professional matters should be left to professionals.

So, while helping to pack and weigh the hundreds of catties of bamboo shoots dug out yesterday, she greeted Qiaoqiao: "You watched a few more episodes of cartoons yesterday, today you must work hard and perform well."

Qiaoqiao was shaking his head and singing the climax—

"... A new storm has appeared, how can we stand still... I will come to your side!"

After humming this string of lyrics, he nodded heavily and picked up the topic just now: "Okay."

Song Tan:...

You sang this song for more than a minute before answering, where is the sincerity?

On the side, Zhang Yanping ate a little too much in the morning and was strolling in the courtyard with his belly out, incidentally teasing the three little puppies with his feet, how harmonious.

Song Tan thought for a moment: "Brother Yanping, there's no work lately, do you want to go home?"

Originally, she wanted to give him some labor reform (cheat some labor), but she didn't expect Zhang Yanping to have wide connections and help a lot.

Now, asking him to do farm work again, how embarrassing!

Who knew Zhang Yanping would wave his hands like he was pricked by a needle: "No, no, I want to take root in the countryside and contribute to rural construction!"

Is this the contribution of strolling around blindly after eating every day?

Song Tan expressed doubt.

However, Zhang Yanping's phone made a "ding" sound, he clicked on it, and the loud voice of his mother, Wu Fang, echoed throughout the courtyard:

"Yanping! When is the civil servant exam this year? I heard people say you have to attend a training class. Ask around, if it doesn't work, go back to the city and sign up for a class!"

Zhang Yanping replied without hesitation:

"No need, Mom, I can review at Aunt's place too. Taking root in the countryside and studying to strengthen the country is beneficial for the interview."

After saying that, he shoved his phone into his pocket and continued strolling around the courtyard.

It's fortunate that Until Wu Lan had already walked far away with her basket, otherwise she would never be able to tell such a blatant lie—taking root in the countryside and studying to strengthen the country? He is not even as good at farming as Qiaoqiao!

However, don't look at Yanping brother shouting every day that he won't work, but when it's time to lend a hand, he is not idle either.

Just that he doesn't want to go back to study, really don't know how he got into that 211 before.

That is to say, learning, is there no fun at all?

She moved the bamboo shoots into the car, intending to leave after Qiaoqiao finished washing the dishes. Seventh Uncle looked at the gloomy sky and nodded: "You planted these trees and vegetables well yesterday, and the season is also good."

The so-called "Awakening of Insects plant melons, no empty flowers.

Qingming plant melons, boats and carts pull."

Seventh Uncle muttered, still unsatisfied:

"I see there is still some space at the foot of your wall, why not plant some pumpkins? When they bloom, I'll fry pumpkin flowers for you to eat."

Isn't this simple?

Song Tan agreed: "Not just in front of and behind the house, you can plant them on the slopes at the edge of the fields. I'll tell my dad later."

Seventh Uncle nodded, remembering his miserable past of struggling to plant Chinese cabbage in brick cracks, and then looking at the huge basket in his hand, full of passion in his heart—

"Hey, Yanping young man, let's go, let's go find some vegetables."

"Are we hooking locust flowers again?"

Zhang Yanping was excited.

Seventh Uncle snorted: "Even if it's good stuff, you can't eat it every day, just taste something fresh—I'm going to look for something different."

He has been rushing back and forth in this village these years and has rarely strolled so leisurely. Now he and Seventh Aunt are pointing at the fields and mountains, all his life's memories are here.

Passing by the bamboo forest, he sighed: "This bamboo grows vigorously, no wonder the bamboo shoots tasted so good yesterday."

But he ate them yesterday, and he doesn't intend to dig them today, so he continued walking forward.

When they reached the earth embankment where the bamboo forest and the pond meet, the buzzing sound of bees came, making his eyes light up—

"The soup in the morning was purple clover rice soup, at noon let's use rape flowers. Let everyone have a bowl of rape flower poached egg, and the cold dish can be mixed with wild onions to eat with rice—"

Since Zhang Yanping returned to his hometown, he has tried various ways of mixing everything, and he is not surprised at all now.

Hearing the menu, he walked directly into this sparse patch of rape flowers and broke them off without mercy...

Anyway, there is no poetic atmosphere at all.

Fortunately, Seventh Uncle, as a chef, only looks at whether things are delicious or not, and didn't make any comments on his rough hands and feet.

Looking down again, there was a layer of mint growing on the side, he frowned, slightly troubled:

"If we make chicken blood mint soup at noon, it would also be okay..." ===== CHAPTER 148 =====