Everyone surrounded the drying yard and saw the rising sun. It was too hot outside, so they went home and squatted. At this time, everyone talked a lot about things, not much about it. If the farmer wanted to find something to do, the work in the fields would be in short order all year round.

Everyone has returned to the village, and Sangbai is also preparing to cook.

"Dongsheng, are you guys together?" Sang Bai called out Chen Dongsheng.

Chen Dongsheng scratched his head and secretly glanced at his mother. When his mother glared, he immediately said, "I'll go home to have a meal at noon."

Sang Bo did not notice the communication between the mother and son, so he said no, and walked into the yard with Qiu Sheng.

When I returned to my home, Sangbai started cooking. The pot was first stewed rice. I waited until the rice was ready and then started cooking. I cut the green peppers I picked from the vegetable garden and cut them into shreds of pork liver I bought yesterday. I cut them into a small piece the size of a palm and stir-fry them.

Once the dishes are fried, the pipa came out from somewhere. Anyway, as long as there is something delicious at home, the food will float out like a ghost, and it is still silent.

"You guys have long legs. Every time you have something delicious at home, you will appear." Sang Bai smiled at Lihua.

Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow!

The rachua screamed hard, staring at the pot, and at first glance he knew that this guy was a big greedy cat.

The old saying goes, the greedy cat has a sharp nose and there is something delicious right away.

Half of the rice belongs to oneself and half to autumn harvest, and the same is true for vegetables. If you don’t pick or pick them up, you will be divided into two. Of course, three or five extra slices of pork liver are added in the bowl of the cypress, and one or two chopsticks and green peppers are also understandable. Which chef is not like this?

The so-called chef does not steal grains and does not collect them! Chef Sang is also a person who knows the taste.

Autumn Harvest is a loyal and honest bear. Chef Sang doesn’t argue about how much it gives it, and he squats on the ground with a bowl in his arms and eats it.

It’s not like the raccoon, such a small thing, even after eating three pieces of pork liver in the autumn harvest basin, it’s yelling at the top of my throat. If it’s not that I can’t beat the autumn harvest, I’d probably be able to hold the autumn harvest on the ground until I die!

Because I couldn't beat it, the raccoons could only call around the autumn harvest first, and then saw that the autumn harvest ignored it, so they called around the mulberry cypress.

Unfortunately, the pork liver in Chef Sang's bowl was clean. The green pepper knew that it would not eat it, so he ignored it and hid it alone in holding a big bowl.

With a clean bowl of rice, Chef Sang happily patted his belly.

belch!

After a burp, he sighed: "This is a pleasant country life. It's so beautiful if you can't even eat enough!"

The old saying goes, "I think about it with a warm heart" is not immune to the vulgarity. After eating, I have enough food, holding an empty bowl in one hand and holding a cheek in the other. Xia Yanqiu's appearance appeared in his mind. After a while, the expression on his face became a semi-infatuated person, and he would giggle from time to time.

hey-hey!

The lihua was sleeping on the adobe bricks in the pot house. Suddenly, she heard a terrifying laugh. When she looked up and saw the appearance of her own owner, she immediately shivered. She stood up and didn't even stretch her waist. She raised her tail and jumped out of the pot house.

Qiu Sheng was playing alone at this moment. When he heard Sang Bai's laughter, he turned his head, and the bear's face was full of confusion. It didn't know where his owner was smoking.

The more you think about Sangbai, the more you feel happy.

Ah sneeze!

Xia Yanqiu, who was preparing for lunch break, suddenly sneezes.

"Go and see the girl the day after tomorrow." Sang Bai came to his senses and smiled all over his face.

After making the decision, Sangbai began to prepare things.

Of course, there are things in the space of Sangbai, but not many people are suitable for gifts. What are the high imitations such as LV and Prada now? It's too eye-catching to take them out. Think about what it looks like when you carry a Gucci on your back in the middle of a group of Huang Jun. The rate of turning back is 1,000%.

Low-key is the main theme of Sangbai now, because he really doesn't want to be noticed by others. If that happens, why are he still staying in the small mountain village?

After thinking about it, Sangbai had to put his ideas on cooking. The pork was ready-made and now it is a high-end food. So Sangbai got into the space and dug out the cooking book he bought before.

Although the seasonings are not complete, people have too many specialties in their books. From pickling meat to sizing, they are not taught step by step. The only regret is that there is no electricity, and the CD that comes with the book cannot be read.

In the afternoon, the children came over. Sangbai put down the book and started teaching. After teaching for an hour, everyone was in a wild heart. When Sangbai saw that they were letting them go out to play with their bicycles, he picked up the book and learned to cook.

Originally, the cooking of sangbai is not difficult to eat, but of course it can be eaten. It is nonsense to expect any level of it. It is just home-cooked dishes, stir-fry leeks and eggs, cook tomato egg soup, braised braised, steamed fish, etc.

Now, with the effort, this level begins to move upwards.

Sangbai is a person who can calm down and do things. Once he learns it, he will learn it seriously. In addition, there are ingredients in his hands, so he began to improve his skills in small steps.

The same thing is said, it is definitely not good to be compared to unprofessional chefs. If you use your hobbies to challenge someone’s job, you can still compare with them, that would be a bit nonsense.

But focusing on Sanbo is higher than that of most women in the family in this era.

After making it seven or eight times, half of the ribs were consumed and more than half of the internal organs, Sangbai made two hard dishes with good taste, one was salt and pepper, and the other was scallion and fat intestines. Then he happily served it with the lunch box brought by the space, and rode his bicycle to the city from three o'clock at night.

The car was pedaling like a hot wheel, and I didn't feel tired. Adrenaline almost jumped out and stepped on the pedal. At 11 o'clock, Sangbai appeared at the door of the bus station on time.

"You boy is here again?"

It was still Mr. Li who was guarding the door, and when he saw Sanbo, he smiled.

Sang Bai reached out and sent two peaches over: "Uncle, eat peaches."

Mr. Li was not polite, so he reached out to take Tao, his eyes fell on the lunch box hanging on Sangbai's bicycle handle, and asked curiously: "What is this?"

"Lunch box," said Sang Bo.

"Where can I buy such a beautiful lunch box?" Mr. Li was very curious.

Sangbai's lunch box is naturally 40 years later. The round lunch box is heat-insulated double-layer 304 stainless steel, the outside is a food-grade silicone anti-scalding cover, and the outside is a stainless steel fixture, which can also be adjusted. Two, three, and four insulation boxes can be used.

The lunch boxes from the 1980s all look the same, made of aluminum and square like bricks.

Sang Bai was still thinking not to reveal the lvs, but he didn't expect that he would reveal the Gucci in the lunch box of this era inadvertently.

"This was brought back from a friend from abroad, and I took it over with me."

If Sangbai didn't mind giving the old man one, but who might buy five or six insulated lunch boxes for this thing, there was only one Sangbai, so I had to say sorry to Old Man Li.

"Foreign things are really good."

Old man Li sighed.

This sentence in the 1980s was not true, but it was also consistent with the cognition of most Chinese people.

Sang Bai had no choice but to say that it was a domestic product and what if he asked him to buy it on his behalf? If he could wear it, Sang Bai would have returned to the world forty years later and still had to stay here? Don’t say that Sang Bai really used something to face the fluorescent lamp, and was almost arrested as a mental illness.

"Are you still called Xiaoxia?"

When Old Man Li saw Sang Bai nodding, he went to call Sang Bai Xia Yanqiu to go.

"Why are you here again?"

Xia Yanqiu was a little overwhelmed. She didn't deny that she had a good impression of Sang Bai, but now the girl has never seen this man who is entangled? This person has appeared again in just two or three days.

"I passed by here and brought you some food, right!"

Sang Bai said as he took the lunch box off the handlebar and sent it to the front of Xia Yan's weighing.

"Is this a lunch box?"

Xia Yanqiu was also attracted by this lunch box. From the outside, she could naturally see that this was a lunch box, but it was too beautiful. Not to mention anything else, this color is more than one level higher than the aluminum lunch box she uses now.

Just as Xia Yanqiu was staring at the lunch box in a daze, Sang Bai had already put a bag of peaches at Xia Yanqiu's feet, and later rode on the car. Everyone was about to leave the door, and only said: "I'll come to pick up the lunch box at 150 in the afternoon, don't forget to wash it and give it to me."

Waiting for Xia Yanqiu to come back to her senses, Sangbai could no longer see anyone.

"This person..." Xia Yanqiu didn't know what to say.

Old man Li smiled and said, "This young man is good."

The so-called short hand and short mouth of eating people. Old Man Li still has to say a little good thing about eating peaches or peaches.

"We're OK"

Xia Yanqiu's face turned red.

Old Man Li smiled but said in his heart: It’s okay now, but that’s not sure from now on!

When Xia Yanqiu returned to the ticket office with peaches in one hand, she was immediately shocked when she returned to the ticket office with her lunch box.

"Brother Taozi is here again?" said the cheerful Ma Xiaoyan.

"Oh, this lunch box is so beautiful." There is another little girl with even sharper eyes.

"So beautiful!"

Soon five or six people came over and watched the lunch box.

After the lunch box was opened, the group of people immediately exploded.

"Sister Yan Qiu, can I pick up a chopstick?"

Ma Xiaoyan was full of eyes.

“This is so fragrant”

A group of girls began to drool.

Not to mention others, Xia Yanqiu also produces salivation.

"Everyone goes to the cafeteria to get food and eat together. I can't eat it alone," said Xia Yanqiu.

"Long live Sister Yan Qiu!" The girls screamed.
Chapter completed!