Chapter 306: Five, Six, Seven, Eight Jars

The green chili beef sauce simmered in the pot with a gurgling sound, the heat mixed with the spicy scent of chilies, and this alluring aroma permeated the entire courtyard.

Originally, they were going to add some other ingredients, but Seventh Great-Uncle just scooped some up with a spoon and tasted it lightly, already feeling satisfied.

He said to Seventh Great-Aunt: "Turn down the heat, let it simmer slowly."

He turned his head and asked everyone: "Are we having cold noodles or rice for lunch? It's too late to let the dough rise for steamed buns, but flatbreads are doable."

Did he even need to ask?!

On such a hot day, it had to be cold noodles!

Qiao Qiao looked at the green chilies that had just been cleaned: "Are we still making the stuffed green chilies and the stir-fried eggs?"

"Not anymore!" Seventh Great-Uncle waved his hand: "With this sauce for lunch, I don't think any of you will have room for anything else."

He turned to another pot, fried a few crispy eggs, then used the remaining oil to smash some garlic and stir-fry a basin of green vegetables.

On the other side, Qiao Qiao had already scooped out the cooked noodles and rinsed them in cold water.

Also served in a large stainless steel basin, Zhu Jun had already unceremoniously approached with chopsticks in one hand and a large bowl in the other.

A bowl of white cold noodles, topped with a spoonful of green chili beef sauce, mixed well, garnished with a few vegetable leaves on the side, and finished with a crispy fried egg...

Honestly, for a lunch like this, she wouldn't trade it even for abalone, sea cucumber, or shark fin!

Then she rolled up a chopstick full of noodles and stuffed them into her mouth—!

!

In that instant, the spicy fragrance of the chilies burst forth in her mouth, as if a small firecracker had been ignited, making her gasp!

Even though it was cold, Zhu Jun was panting continuously, looking just like a little puppy, with no trace of the steady demeanor of a young secretary left.

And another person eating with a slurping sound, completely lacking presence, was Sun Shouping.

Wu Lan was still being polite to him: "Look, you came all this way, and I said I'd stew two pieces of meat for you..."

"No meat needed, no meat needed!"

Sun Shouping shook his head repeatedly, his mouth stuffed full—with a meal like this, who needed meat!

Then he couldn't help but stuff in another big mouthful—hiss! So spicy!

But while it was spicy, he was drooling, and he still couldn't help but want to eat more. In the middle, he was truly too spicy to bear, and he didn't even want to drink water to take up space, so he quickly grabbed a chopstick of vegetable leaves.

Instantly, he felt refreshed all over by the taste of the vegetable leaves.

Finally, he ate a bite of the crispy fried egg to relieve the spiciness... and then the cycle repeated infinitely.

By the time he came to his senses, he had already mixed another large bowl of noodles.

Zhang Yanping sat beside him, also eating until his belly was round, his dark, sturdy frame unable to hide the satisfaction on his face.

He asked proudly: "How is it? I told you you'd eat two bowls!"

Sun Shouping looked serious: "I'm going to eat three bowls!"

Seventh Great-Uncle was old and couldn't handle such binge eating. He and Seventh Great-Aunt always ate slowly, relying on time to trick their appetites.

He didn't even look up and said nonchalantly: "There are digestive tablets in the basket under the corridor; if you can't handle it, go chew two yourself."

Sun Shouping: ……

He looked at his bowl in silence, then immediately stood up:

"I'll go eat two now."

That way, maybe in a little while, he could have another bowl.

Zhang Yanping: ……

He didn't say anything else, just quickly set out the prepared tea—his brother had come all this way, and although he was worried about his dog, he couldn't let him burst from overeating!

Zhu Jun looked covetously at the large basin of green chili beef sauce, then looked at Song Youde, who was also eating with great satisfaction while sipping two small cups of wine, and let out a long sigh:

"Such delicious food, I wonder if my grandfather has ever eaten it? Their generation suffered a lot, and now that they're old, nothing tastes good..."

Song Youde slapped his thigh: "You're telling me! The life you young people live now can't compare to our time! Not to mention anything else, back then when we paid the grain tax, I carried baskets on my shoulders and walked dozens of miles; look at which one of you could do that?"

Secretary Xiao Zhu couldn't help but stomp her feet—the topic had drifted!

Fortunately, Song Youde quickly turned his attention back:

"Xiao Zhu, don't worry. Since this sauce can't be sold without that certificate, how about this: Tan Tan, do you still have the jars for the honey? Pack two jars for Xiao Zhu so she can mail them back."

"It's homemade, don't be polite."

Secretary Xiao Zhu was overjoyed, feeling both shy and embarrassed: "Grandpa, I was thinking of packing five, six, seven, eight jars..."

Song Youde was stunned.

He looked at the sauce, then at her: "Sauce can't be kept for long! At most a month, and in this weather, it has to be in the refrigerator."

Secretary Xiao Zhu smiled even more embarrassedly:

"My grandfather has many..."

Fine, since it had come to this, how could he disagree?

Song Youde laughed: "In a while, ask Tan Tan to pack them with you."

Sun Shouping listened from the side, his cheek bulging, staring blankly at the village secretary before him, thinking that those involved in politics had too many tricks up their sleeves—why hadn't he thought of that!

He looked at Song Youde, feeling too embarrassed to just open his mouth and try to build a connection, so he could only look pitifully at Zhang Yanping.

Zhang Yanping: ……

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll bring you two bottles later—come, brother, let's have some tea first, don't overeat."

Sun Shouping was deeply moved and finally picked up his teacup.

……

The entire courtyard was harmonious, with only the lonely mobile phone propped up by the stove still exerting its last bit of energy.

It had already popped up a low-battery warning, and the audience in the livestream had gone from speechless to slurping to numb.

【I mean, did the host forget he's still livestreaming?】

【Damn it! Give me the address, I'm rushing over now to kill him seven times in and seven times out, and bring back seven bottles and seven jars!】

【Let's disperse, it's pointless, there's not even a shadow of a person... slurp.】

【Eating livestreams aren't popular anymore, ahhhhh.】

【I'm angry, the host doesn't respect us fans at all, he doesn't have me in his heart at all! Unless he lets me taste that bite of sauce.】

【Please, host! Look at the children! I don't care about the certificate, sell me two bottles first, I can finish them in one meal.】

In the livestream, saliva and tears flew together, leaving only a scene of sorrow and misery.

And even worse, the phone made a "beep" sound and then quickly ran out of power and shut down.

Everyone: ……

Qiao Qiao also heard the sound and stood up in a panic: "Ah! Teacher Qiao Qiao forgot about the little friends!"

"It's okay."

Song Tan comforted him: "Didn't you already teach the little friends how to pick chilies today? The reason we didn't end the class was to give everyone a chance to review. If it shuts down, it shuts down—do you still want to eat an egg?"

Qiao Qiao was a bit dejected: "But I was planning to show the little friends my Ultraman..."

The one-meter-tall Zero Ultraman that Song Tan had spent 188 to buy for Qiao Qiao was now in his room. Every day, he had to take it out seriously and have a fierce battle with the monsters in the air before he was satisfied.

Now that he couldn't show it off, Qiao Qiao had experienced the bitterness of "wearing fine clothes in the dark" at such a young age; it was truly a profound educational lesson. ===== CHAPTER 307 =====