Chapter 281: Hot Potato

The whole courtyard was filled with the fragrance of food, but Qiaoqiao hadn't finished feeding the treasures on the mountain, so he couldn't start the meal at all.

The two staff members sat there writing reports while drooling.

They had a cold look, which made Song Youde and Song Sancheng embarrassed to go up and talk.

Little did they know that the two were also afraid that if they opened their mouths, the saliva would not be contained first.

It was hard to wait until Qiaoqiao came back, and only after he washed his hands clean, Seventh Great-Uncle, whose time was exceptionally precise, put the last dish on the plate: "Dinner is served!"

Both staff members were shocked!

Zhu Jun's heart to keep people for a meal was very urgent, but there was one thing she didn't lie about, that was—

Lunch was truly home-cooked food.

Seventh Great-Uncle was confident in his skills, and even more confident in the things in Song Tan's field, so there were only four dishes and one soup on the big table.

It's just that the portion far exceeded others.

A pot of radish stewed canned meat, a pot of baby cabbage stir-fried with pork lard, a portion of green onion stir-fried eggs, and a portion of garlic sprout twice-cooked pork.

The final soup was realm tofu soup.

The family also boiled a pot of white fungus soup daily.

Rice was boiled in a big iron pot, the bottom of the pot was round and golden, and when the lid was lifted, the fragrant breath accompanied by water mist dispersed, and the eyes of the two staff members wished they could chase the vegetable basin far away.

If it weren't for maintaining a little dignity as a human...

In short, when everyone took their seats, they weren't polite at all, sitting wherever they were told.

Zhu Jun's saliva was about to gush out, but as a village official, she maintained her restraint and dignity with difficulty.

At this moment, she politely said: "Lunch is really simple, sorry for the neglect!"

Two bottles of Moutai led the way, she was now like Grandpa Song's granddaughter, and her speech was exceptionally family-like.

It was simple, but it was absolutely not neglect.

The two staff members didn't want to listen to her at all, only wanted to reach out with chopsticks; at this moment, they suppressed the overflowing saliva and responded:

"Not simple, not simple, really fragrant!"

This ground pot rice hadn't been eaten yet, and it felt so greedy that it couldn't be endured!

Seventh Great-Uncle secretly raised the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, Song Youde also brought a bottle of local white wine (he couldn't bear the Moutai): "Two, want a drink?"

"No drinking, no drinking!"

Both were people who had to drive, who dared to drink?

Everyone hurriedly let him sit in the upper seat.

"Old man sit, let's eat, we just want to eat some authentic farm dishes."

"Yes, yes, don't be polite!"

—Ah ah ah, hurry up and start eating!

If the old man in this family doesn't reach out with chopsticks, how can they, as guests, be embarrassed to pick up vegetables?

Pushing and pulling, it was hard to start, and the two went to pick up baby cabbage, and one went to pick up green onion eggs.

As soon as the dish entered the mouth, the expression of the whole person was wrong—that is to say, when did farm food become so delicious?

What?

The two stretched their necks again to look at the simple earthen stove in the courtyard: does this firewood have magic?

But this thought only appeared for a short moment.

Next, their brains had no time to think about these things. They just kept giving orders—eat baby cabbage, eat garlic sprouts, eat radish stewed meat, eat everything!

Simply delicious meow meow!

So, the four dishes were swept away by everyone, eaten cleanly, and not left at all.

The plate was clean, and only a little soup and garlic cloves were left. Even the radish stewed meat that was eaten the least now only had half a basin left. There was no need to wait for leftovers for the next meal, the few treasures and piglets were enough to digest.

realm and tender tofu paired with soup... oh my!

!

Local taste, amazing!

Zhu Jun also ate a round belly, fortunately, the clothes worn in the countryside were loose, so it couldn't be seen.

She thought she had to find an opportunity to come and eat again in a few days, those two bottles of Moutai were really not a loss!

The small village is crouching tiger, hidden dragon, this skill and this ingredient, mom, even state banquets wouldn't trade it!

Song Youde was still a bit embarrassed, he was an old thinker who had been entertaining guests for many years, and at this moment, seeing the plate empty, he felt as if he hadn't let the guests eat enough:

"Look at this, lunch was made too little..."

"Not little, not little!"

The two staff members who felt full waved their hands repeatedly, and at this moment, each holding their waists, walked slowly in the courtyard.

While walking, they praised incessantly:

"Your family's food is really too delicious!"

"Indeed, compared to what I've eaten in these decades—even what your family's pigs eat is not as good."

The two looked at each other after speaking, thinking that after this meal there would be no follow-up, they couldn't help but feel more heartache.

And Seventh Great-Uncle was the one who liked to see his dishes eaten cleanly by others, and at this moment brought another big basin:

"Everyone, the realm tofu soup just now was salty, should we have some white fungus soup to sweeten our mouths?"

Still have it?!

Both waved their hands in horror: "Don't drink, don't drink, the belly is about to burst—hey, it smells quite sweet."

The two stared at the white fungus soup in the simple stainless steel basin, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva again.

But, really full...

However, Seventh Great-Uncle didn't give the two a chance to be polite.

At this moment, he brought out two big bowls, scooped a spoonful for each, and then handed over the small spoon:

"Come, taste the white fungus we grew ourselves."

Once tasted, it was amazing?

It can be seen that the white fungus is very broken, but there is a lot of gelatin, smooth and thick in the mouth, and that comfort seems to comfort from the throat to the stomach!

Unknowingly, people walked around and drank the white fungus soup without any image.

Only then did they blush afterwards.

But looking again, the whole Song family was in this state, including the village secretary who called them to come, who was also standing in the corridor, one spoonful after another.

Seeing them look over, the other party smiled: "Another bowl?"

Can't, really can't! Both were really full!

At this moment, holding their stomachs, they continued to turn circles in the courtyard.

While turning, they suddenly asked again: "Old fellow, you just said the white fungus is grown by yourself, are you selling it?"

Selling is definitely selling, but how can you only sell white fungus?

Song Tan interrupted: "Two, the situation of the long-tailed pheasant has also been seen, how should our family handle it? Ignore them?"

The staff remembered the business, and hurriedly said: "We recorded it, it is indeed them who want to come to your chicken coop, and they don't want to leave."

"Since this is the case, then cold treatment—don't worry about it. Just one point, be careful not to let it be eaten or bitten by something on the mountain."

"Again, in your home, you have the responsibility to look after them, don't think about it for a while... this long-tailed pheasant, to put it bluntly, how much money can it sell for? But if it's really investigated, not to mention anything else, two or three years is stable."

Got it!

Song Tan understood: received two hot potatoes! No, there is also a nest of small potatoes!

She sighed, looked at the two staff members again, and then smiled kindly:

"Two big brothers, want tea? Want honey water?"