Chapter 1836

How Li Lanhua arranged things after returning is unknown to anyone.

But early in the morning, Grandpa Qi Lin opened the drying room that had been specially covered up, and the first thing he did was tell Wu Lan to take out all those dried cucumbers and dried long beans she had roasted.

What kind of stuff is that, daring to be in the same oven as his roast duck?

Hmph!

Ever since this flock of ducks was raised, at first they weren't grown, so they didn't eat them.

Later, the ones they ate were all adult ducks, mostly stewed in soup or braised.

How could it be such a coincidence this time, having just a few miserable ones... Oh my, oh my!

He scooped up the ducks that had been marinated overnight in the basin and were processed early in the morning. Looking at the way the duck skin had tightened, he touched it to feel the elasticity. Seeing that Wu Lan was still looking at her cucumbers, he couldn't help but urge her:

"Hurry up! These still need to be put inside and blown with a fan for two hours, then roasted. Are we still eating at noon or not?"

"I want to see first how these cucumbers are different from the ones dried in the sun..." Wu Lan said, smelling the yellow slices in her hand.

Anyway, they smell different.

Under normal circumstances, Grandpa Qi Lin would have studied them carefully with her.

After all, they mostly eat dried vegetables like dried radishes and dried cowpeas in winter here, and rarely dry cucumbers and eggplants.

But at this moment, he only had eyes for the ducks, so he said impatiently:

"What's the use of just looking?"

She's been cooking for decades, but her craft is still just like that; what can she see?

"Here's what you do: grab two handfuls first and soak them in cold water. Soaking them like this gives them more crunch and a bit of chewiness. I'll make you a cold salad at noon."

It just so happens that eating roast duck alone is a bit monotonous.

Oh my, Qiao Qiao isn't here; otherwise, I could have taught him this skill of making small pancakes.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but ask: "When exactly is Qiao Qiao coming back? He's missing out on the roast duck."

What a pity; the child has never eaten such delicious roast duck.

Wu Lan carried the cucumbers toward the kitchen and said upon hearing this:

"Didn't you hear when we called yesterday? The child said that Xiao Yang is pitiful, being all alone at home every day with no one to keep him company, so he wants to stay there for two more days."

Sigh, this is also the first time Qiao Qiao has traveled far from home since he was little, and he's staying in a strange place all by himself. The family doesn't say it out loud, but they are actually quite worried.

But the more this is the case, seeing him able to take care of himself comfortably away from home, there is a sense of immense comfort in their hearts.

He's grown up.

While the Song family was preparing for the roast duck, in the city, Zhu spiritual energy had sent the sweet melons from Zhang Yanping's house over late last night.

Sure enough, this trip wasn't a loss.

His parents even chased after him and stuffed a basket of local grapes into the trunk.

On a rainy day, the price of these grapes had also dropped, but no matter how much it dropped, the ones taken out by the fruit wholesale market were still big, purple-black, plump, and sweet.

The aunt couldn't find such good quality in the shopping mall, so coming home with a car full of harvest like this, sure enough! The aunt and uncle were both incredibly happy.

First, taste two grapes.

Sweet, really sweet, and the grape flavor is rich.

Forget about this variety or that variety; local grapes are still the best.

Oh, wait, the ones Tantan brought last time were also delicious, with such a rich rose fragrance that when she went out to chat with people, they all said she was wearing perfume.

But the selling price was several dozen yuan per jin!

The aunt shivered after eating one bite; her heart ached so much she wanted to set up a stall herself—how could there be anything as economical as this?

Looking at the sweet melons again, she took two out to look at them carefully and wondered: "There's a crack on the top, but this crack isn't deep. Did you pick the best ones?"

Zhu spiritual energy hurriedly shook his head:

"No, no, I picked the ones that were cracked badly at first, planning to bring them back to make sweet melon popsicles, since we have grapes now, right?"

How much fruit can a person eat?

"But Tantan saw that the ones I picked didn't look right, so she insisted on taking that basket away, saying it was for the pigs, and picked some like these for me instead."

The aunt sighed deeply: "Young kids just don't know how to live; they are too extravagant."

But although she said that, after finishing, she was still extremely happy in her heart. She took another sweet melon and greeted them happily:

"Come, bring me that trash can and the peeler; let's eat to our heart's content today, one for each of us."

She paused and then turned back: "Wait a moment, I'll find a few that are cracked badly."

Meanwhile, the business at Dahong Fruit Wholesale was busy as always.

They sell ordinary fine fruits, and because of their affordability and reputation over the years, they have long had many repeat customers.

Plus, it was the peak time for receiving new stock at night, and after moving things around until midnight, the couple had just left the sweet melons in the warehouse without even having a chance to look at them.

It wasn't until the next day after breakfast, when they were preparing to open for business, that they remembered this matter.

Oh my!

The uncle sighed:

"Yanping said those sweet melons were cracked and easy to spoil, so we have to hurry up and eat them."

He complained at the same time: "You say we are fruit sellers, so why does Tantan insist on sending good things here? Isn't it better to keep them and earn more money?"

But they have been in business for a long time, and their personalities are particularly different from the aunt's stinginess. Besides, although they sold a lot of their own fruit this summer, they hadn't really tasted many expensive fruits.

Therefore, despite the heartache, the couple finished breakfast, tidied up the shop waiting to open, and each moved a small stool to sit at the entrance, slowly peeling the melon skin.

Zhu spiritual energy picked melons for himself, choosing only the ones that didn't look presentable.

But the melons he picked for Zhang Yanping's family with a 50-yuan gas voucher were also up to Song Tan's standards.

They had cracks, but they weren't deep.

The couple finished peeling a melon with a crunch, and were instantly invigorated by the fragrance—

This sweet melon is really fragrant!

They have quite a variety of sweet melons in their shop, but they haven't smelled any that are as fragrant as this one.

Thinking back to the peaches and watermelons sent before, they were even more reluctant to eat them now.

But indeed, appearance affects the selling price... what a loss of money; it's such a pity.

Sighing and sighing, the couple still held half each and took a crunchy bite.

After the bite, they didn't know where they were anymore.

Although it wasn't their first time eating Song Tan's fruit, it was delicious no matter how they ate it. The sweet melon this time was perfectly ripe, making it even more refreshing and flavorful.

After sharing one, they still felt it wasn't enough, so they went to wash two more.

Early in the morning, the merchants to the left, right, and opposite saw this and couldn't help but be amused:

"Wu Fang, what variety of sweet melon did you get? Is it free? You two are eating it so happily."

They were already peeling the third one in this short time.

Could Wu Fang say it was from Tantan's house?

I heard that they don't even have enough to sell in the fields; if they really found out and swarmed over to pester people, it wouldn't be enough to haggle over the price.

Therefore, she said: "This is a fine ugly melon my son found."

"It's so fragrant and delicious..."

Zhang Yanping's laziness is known to everyone, but his picky mouth is also known to everyone.

A fine ugly melon he specifically sought out?!

Oh my!

Ugly oranges, ugly apples, and the like are very popular now, so ugly melons aren't rare either.

Everyone immediately gathered around, wanting to inquire carefully:

"What ugly melon? Where is it produced? The smell is indeed quite unusual."

"Wu Fang, let me have a taste. If it's good, we can also stock up together and lower the price."

?? Sigh. This and that... Sigh!!! 【There is too much willow catkin; it hits my face when I open the door... Does your city have it?】