Chapter 18 Disappointment as soon as the food is served

Song Erdou leaned out from behind Song Yi carrying a small cloth bag, his face full of excitement.

"My brother-in-law said that if someone came over to eat alone and couldn't explain clearly, he took me with him. Now, my mother asked me to pack half a liter of rice. I won't eat your delicious food for free, hehe~"

He licked his lips and rolled his eyes.

When inviting guests to dinner, no matter how poor the family is, they still have to put together two decent dishes.

Decent dishes require oil.

Vegetables with oil, even fried shoe soles, are still delicious!

"Okay, then you guys sit in the main room for a while, and the food will be served soon."

Lin Yuzhu took the soy sauce bottle and the small cloth bag with a smile, and went into the kitchen to let Fang Shuhui go out to entertain them.

Let the elders entertain the male guests in a dignified and dignified manner so that no one can find any excuse for the matter.

She opened the rice vat and poured the rice in. Half a liter of rice, more than seven taels.

I came here to eat a sweet potato rice meal when I was half a kid. Not much oil or water left my stomach, but a lot of rice went in.

Sister-in-law Song is really good at being a good person.

Lin Yuzhu didn't like to take advantage, so she took a pottery bowl and filled half a bowl with warm water. She added two tablespoons of sugar and stirred it well. She beat six eggs and put them in a steamer to steam together with the egg custard.

It's a pity that food is expensive and no one makes sweet rice wine. The Hakka people's red date sweet wine eggs are considered authentic.

Sugar-watered eggs, just make do.

She didn't care whether the nutrition was reasonable or not. All the family could afford were eggs, so there was no harm in letting them eat a few more.

The lard in the oil tank had condensed into a paste, and there was only a layer at the bottom. She dug a lump into the pot without mercy.

The dishes served on the table in the main room are all farm snacks.

Dried taro was boiled with salt and dried in the sun. Wild persimmons picked from the mountains in autumn were cut in half, peeled and boiled, and then cut into strips to make dried sweet potatoes.

Fang Shuhui had no way to chat, so she could only sit on the bench and add water to the bowls of Song Yi and her uncle and nephew from time to time.

This area has a lot of rain and is humid, so the taste is strong.

Especially for meat dishes, most people like to add chili peppers. They are salty and spicy, which not only goes well with rice, but also saves food.

The strong and spicy smell floated into the main room. Song Erdou sniffed and swallowed, "Spicy fish?"

After a while, he sniffed again and said, "Omelette!"

He felt that the taro in his hand was no longer fragrant, so he turned around and stretched his neck to look at the stove, anxious.

Song Yi slapped him on the back of the head, "There are nails on the stool piercing your butt, right? Are you sitting still?"

Song Erdou sat down angrily and muttered in a low voice: "Since the first lunar month, I can't even eat eggs. It's like you're not hungry..."

It’s not that we don’t raise chickens at home, we used to occasionally eat steamed egg custard once or twice.

Since the third aunt and the fourth aunt gave birth to children at the beginning of the year, there is no meat on the table at home, and everything is sent to their rooms.

Even if he picked up a dead turtle dove on the mountain, his mother would stew it and give it to them to eat. He didn't even lick the soup bowl.

The aroma wafts from the stove, who can resist it?

As the sky slowly turned dark, the two sisters walked out of the kitchen, one holding a rice cooker and the other carrying dishes.

Fang Shuhui stood up, took the bowls and chopsticks to set the table, put the snacks on the table into the cupboard, and gestured to her uncle and nephew to eat.

Song Yi looked back at the sweet potato rice with many grains of rice in the rice cooker, then looked at the pots and dishes on the table, and looked at Lin Yuzhu, who was sitting below him, with a complicated face.

"It's too late?"

Braised small fish with spicy pepper, scrambled eggs with leeks, fried peas with oil residue, boiled eggs with sugar water, steamed egg custard, shredded radish and small fish soup.

It's shiny, both appetizing and worrying.

Lin Yuzhu's hand holding the spoon stiffened, and her shoulders dropped in frustration.

I was disappointed as soon as the food was served, and there was no one around...

"Sister Yuzhu, your food is even better than my uncle's! It's delicious and delicious!" Song Erdou happily drank the sugar water and was not stingy in his praise.

This is the first time he has come back to eat. Not only does the food on the table go into his mouth, he knows it is delicious just by looking at the presentation!

Logically speaking, a young man like him can't be considered a guest, but he just ate the sugar-watered eggs. Just thinking about it will make him happy for half a year!

"Then you can eat more later." Lin Yuzhu was in a good mood, scooped up half a bowl of milky white fish soup and drank it slowly.

It is indeed a wild fish, and it has been fried in oil, and the soup it makes is very fresh and sweet.

Song Yi put an egg into her bowl and said in a sullen voice: "The food looks good, but it takes so much oil. Are you going to cook a red pot in the second half of the year?"

Lin Yuzhu closed her eyes speechlessly, picked up the eggs in the bowl and put them into Fang Shuhui's bowl.

She took a deep breath and looked at him with a stiff smile, "I understand the truth. Can you train me after dinner?"

The so-called red-hot pot is to heat the pot until it is red, and when the pot is not paying attention, pour the vegetables in with lightning speed, stir-fry to remove the raw materials, add water to season, and serve.

The gestures should be fast, the posture should be handsome, the vegetables should not be burnt, and there should be no oily spots visible.

Lin Yuzhu has been completely defeated by this man whose emotional intelligence is so low that it makes people itch.

I don't expect him to say anything nice, I just ask him to bury his head in his food and stop making any noise.

"I don't like sweets." Song Yi pushed the bowl in front of Lin Yuzhu with a stern face, got up and went to the cupboard to get another bowl for rice.

There are more sweet potatoes and less rice.

Lin Yuzhu glanced at Song Erdou, who looked surprised, and looked meaningfully at the two eggs lying quietly in the sugar water.

Just tell her if you want it to be given to her, why bother making such lame excuses...

She picked one with raised eyebrows and pushed the bowl to Lin Yulan.

No one was talking during the dinner, only Song Erdou said a few words of praise from time to time, saying "bajibaji" was the most delicious food, followed by Lin Yulan who wanted to speak but did not dare to speak out, so she could only bury her head in eating.

Lin Yuzhu secretly observed Song Yi and unexpectedly found that he was very well-educated when eating.

No squeaking, no picking at the vegetables, just eating what you get, even just a little bit at a time, but you can eat the sweet potato rice in big mouthfuls.

The Lin family's dining table is harmonious and harmonious, while the Song family's dining table is filled with smoke.

Except for Chinese New Year and festivals, Mrs. Song, who always ate in her room because she was paralyzed in bed, appeared in the main room, sat on a reclining chair, wiped her lips after finishing her meal, and spoke slowly.

"I heard from Zhaodi that last night Miss Yuzhu suffered a crime, and today she offended that son of a bitch Tian Wang, the three young ladies will definitely have a hard time in the future."

Song Zhaodi turned around with a look of displeasure on her face, "Grandma, I have told you so many times that farmers are in charge now, and there are no young ladies or mistresses anymore!"

Mrs. Song raised her hand slightly to signal her not to interrupt, and sighed.

"Miss Yuzhu was born on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month. She is already nineteen this year. She can go to the county to get a marriage certificate. The sixth child is about the same age as her. She went to junior high school and became a production team leader. She is barely worthy of the title.

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"Miscellaneous, why are you talking about this again! My brother-in-law is so glorious. Lin Yuzhu is not even worthy of carrying water for my uncle's feet! My brother-in-law doesn't agree with it in the first place. Why do you force him to marry you? This is not forcing him.

Is my brother-in-law moving closer to the class enemy?"

"Shut up! Sir, what are you doing, little girl?" Old Mrs. Song slapped the recliner with an angry look on her face, her chest heaved up and down, and her throat was wheezing like a bellows.

"Eat your food!" Mrs. Song lowered her face and patted Song Zhaodi, "Your father hasn't spoken to you yet, why are you talking so much!"
Chapter completed!