Chapter 982: Why Dislike It

Old Wang's face is not important at all. He was angry and didn't even take a bite of radish when he went down the mountain.

And on the mountain, the Song family stared at the pile of gifts, and at this moment they were all a bit at a loss.

Heaven and earth have conscience, they are just ordinary farmers. If it weren't for Secretary Zhu's treat this year, the Song family wouldn't have even drunk Moutai.

And now, what they brought is far more than Moutai liquor! This gift is really heavy, so much so that Wu Lan is a bit uneasy:

"Tan Tan, how should we return the gift?"

Song Tan was also quite surprised.

She knew that Secretary Zhu's family was not simple, but she didn't expect them to be so rich! She thought for a while and comforted her family: "It's okay, don't be nervous, our family's liquor tastes much better than this."

"And isn't there dry tobacco leaves at Grandpa's? Secretary Zhu said at that time that the family was going to fight for this, so when we left, we packed a bag for each, and then packed two jin of liquor."

Song Song Sancheng thought for a while: "And tea leaves, should we also pack a jin of tea leaves?"

After giving the tea leaves to Boss Chang, the family sold some trial packs sporadically every day, and there weren't many left. But now that people are visiting, they brought so many things. Plus, Secretary Zhu has been meticulous about their family's affairs...

Grandpa Qi thought for a while, didn't quite trust the polite words the guest said, and turned to look at Secretary Zhu:

Yang Qingjing became happy again: "Eating a pig-slaughtering feast of ours, isn't it very normal to help out later?"

"Our Secretary Zhu is not showing off, look at that family, it's not ordinary."

Because this is definitely not willing.

And Song Qiao Song Qiao thought about rich people coming from thousands of miles away just to eat a mouthful of pot rice, and they drove for ten hours from the Imperial Capital to eat a pig-slaughtering feast... At this moment, he understood very well.

But indeed, he instantly didn't feel sorry for his own tea leaves.

Song Song Sancheng was startled and hurriedly asked: "Wild ginseng? Pure wild? Isn't that very expensive?"

Now the chickens have grown up, and they lay eggs quite well when it's warm. They plan to expand the scale next year. Ducks too, and cattle and sheep, they are gaining fat in the middle of winter!

Just thinking about it, he saw Secretary Zhu leading a group of people down the mountain again.

Zhang Zhang Yanping didn't want to go.

Grandpa Qi came out and asked: "Do they have any taboos?"

Secretary Zhu hurriedly opened her mouth: "I want to eat scorched rice with fermented bean curd!"

Rich people, what kind of high-quality things haven't they eaten? What they want is this original ecology and simplicity.

Little Li opened his mouth to speak, but Old Wang grabbed the lead: "No! All of them are in good health, no taboos, they can eat anything."

It shouldn't be! I'm not lazy only today, I've always been so lazy... Why did I suddenly dislike it?

Just thinking about it, he saw Wu Lan holding a huge, flat-topped round cabbage that had just been cut down:

"Secretary Zhu's family background is really not visible to be so thick. Look, such good wild ginseng is willing to be sent."

Grandpa Qi remembered the gift they just sent, and at this moment smiled and nodded: "Okay, the fermented bean curd made last time is just right to eat."

Song Qiao Song Qiao was silent.

We haven't seen it with our own eyes, but we've seen enough on TV.

"Who doesn't want to make a good one to eat? But do they have meat? Are you willing to kill chickens, ducks, cattle, and sheep now?"

Secretary Zhu was almost drooling. Compared to the plain three dishes and one soup, four dishes and one soup on weekdays, it was truly attentive. At this moment, she nodded repeatedly: "Can eat!"

Grandpa Qi asked back.

"Let Xin Jun go... Oh my! Oh my! So tired!"

Zhang Zhang Yanping heard it somehow, and heard the dislike from the sigh.

"Brother Zhang Yanping, Grandpa Qi said you should help cook today, can you go feed a few treasures?"

Besides, it's almost the pig-slaughtering feast in two days. Let's kill them together.

And Grandpa Qi went into the main hall and looked at the two boxes of ginseng, then shook his head with a tut-tut:

"Grandpa Qi said, tearing cabbage by hand is very demanding on technology. You can't use a knife. If it touches the taste of metal, it won't be delicious when stir-fried..."

And Wu Lan finally squeezed in at this time, her wide gloves almost couldn't hold the flatter, bigger flat-topped round cabbage in her arms, and the young man's eyes were sincere:

"It's a pity!" Grandpa Qi was also helpless:

"Who will help me break the cabbage?"

"There is no meat, just eat whatever there is! No matter how grand it is, isn't it just a vegetarian dish? I guess they won't like the meat bought outside."

"Yes." Grandpa Qi was not very trusting of the polite words the guest said, and turned to look at Secretary Zhu:

"Well, I don't know the price very well, but this quality, selling for one or two hundred thousand is very normal."

One or two hundred thousand?!

It is said to make a little bit, I am afraid that it is also calculated as one person's food intake for three people! After all, you can't be full, and you can't let people be hungry!

That's true.

Song Song Sancheng gasped!

The ginseng is small, but looking at the form, it is indeed wild. It is quite rare to be able to buy it. Now many transplanted ginseng and forest ginseng test not only connections, but also eyesight.

Song Song Sancheng thought that their tea leaves can now sell for 50,000 a jin, and returning the gift is not shabby, so his heart relaxed.

Just as the words fell, he saw Wu Lan sigh like an adult, wanting to speak but stopping: "Sigh... forget it, let Sister go."

But if we talk about the price alone, isn't 50,000 more precious...

He felt heartache again.

Hey, what a way to speak!

Xin Jun was calm: "Isn't that good? Secretary Zhu has a good relationship with us, the richer her family is, the more we benefit. Why do you think so much?"

Grandpa Qi nodded: "That's fine, then I'll make less rice, don't be full when you first come."

She could see that these five young men were not ordinary, probably bodyguards or personal assistants. At this moment, she told her father: "Just give five jin, no need to give to the juniors in their family."

"Tonight, let's have hand-torn cabbage, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, shredded radish with pork cracklings, sour beans fried with minced meat, and burn a few fish... Can these dishes be eaten?"

Zhang Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun looked a bit wrong, and whispered:

What kind of family is this, are we worth over 100 million? Why are they so generous?

And Song Qiao Song Qiao discussed with Grandpa Qi: "They sent such a heavy gift, let's make something good tonight?"

It would be a pity to kill them!

He raised this tender green cabbage that was bigger than his head, and smiled and relayed the knowledge he had just learned:

"Who will help me break the cabbage?"

"It's a bit of a pity!" Grandpa Qi was also helpless: ===== CHAPTER 983 =====