Yan Yan did not expect that what the second aunt of the Deng family served her was actually a bowl of fried rice.
She had eaten this before on Earth.
That time, my mother created "Mountain Dwelling in Autumn," and she accompanied her to the countryside to collect scenery. The weather suddenly changed during the journey, and they went to a fellow villager's house to take shelter from the wind and snow.
The fellow villagers treated their mother and daughter to some fried rice.
That was the first time she had seen this thing.
I heard from my mother that in the countryside, this kind of fried rice is a must-have for entertaining relatives and friends.
Especially in winter, a warm bowl in hand is the best way to warm the elderly and the poor.
At that time, Yan Yan was a truly wealthy daughter, and she owned a well-known private restaurant. On such a windy and snowy day, she was holding a warm bowl of farm-made fried rice, which she found warm and delicious.
At this moment, I am in a foreign world, and when I see this thing from my hometown, I feel so many emotions that are hard to describe.
"Miss Tang?" The second aunt of the Deng family called out softly when she saw Yan Yan's dazed expression.
She just looked at the fried rice in the bowl and hesitated. The second aunt of the Deng family thought she was disgusted, and the woman felt embarrassed and regretful.
Yan Yan raised her head, her eyes gentle and clear: "This thing is very good. I have eaten it before and I like it very much."
The second aunt of the Deng family immediately burst into laughter: "That's good. Eat it while it's hot. Eat more if you like. This is freshly fried rice from this autumn, and it's the most delicious."
Yan Yan took a sip of hot fried rice, suppressed her past emotions, and began to pay attention to the serious conversation between the men opposite her.
During the discussion, a teenage boy suddenly burst in from outside. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted impatiently: "Second uncle, second aunt, the laurel moon is gone, and third uncle is here to see you!"
Before the men could respond, the second aunt of the Deng family grabbed the boy's arm and her voice suddenly rose: "Please tell me clearly what's going on. How can a good-looking eldest daughter, who is only ten years old, disappear?"
Hearing that the second aunt of the Deng family changed her tone, the young man who came to deliver the message was a little nervous and quickly replied: "I don't know the details. Just now, the second uncle sent the sixth uncle to find my father. He just shouted that there was no one there.
While they were still talking, my father sent me over to call my second uncle."
While they were talking, Yan Yan had been listening quietly beside them.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, she only glanced at the second aunt of the Deng family, stood up and said hurriedly: "Hurry up and help her!"
Before the young man could react, Yan Yan had already arrived in front of the second aunt of the Deng family. He supported her armpit with one hand and stretched out his legs to hook up a wooden stool.
The second aunt of the Deng family had rolled her eyes at this moment, her fat body almost resting on Yan Yan's arm.
Yan Yan took advantage of the woman's downward force and spun dexterously, and she placed the limp body of the second aunt of the Deng family firmly on the stool.
Yan Yan held the back of the woman's neck with one hand, pressed her acupoint with two fingers, and shouted to the young man next to him who was still in a daze: "Hold her body steady, you can't fall. Falling at this time is the most likely to cause a stroke!"
"Ah...hey!" The young man had been staring blankly at Yan Yan, but when she reminded him, he hurriedly came over to help the woman.
Yan Yan leaned over to save the man and got very close to the young man.
Being smelled by the light fragrance of the girl, the young man's lost consciousness was recovered. His chest felt like a drum and his face turned red.
Whose girl is this?
It’s more beautiful than the portrait of the fairy lady hanging on the main hall of Liu Daguan’s house in the city...
Holding the second aunt of the Deng family with his hand, the young man couldn't control his eyes and glanced straight at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan had learned the common sense of first aid using traditional Chinese medicine techniques when he was studying kung fu. Now he has started practicing again. He can grasp the strength of the opponent and the opponent's breath more accurately, and soon helped the second aunt of the Deng family wake up.
When the person just woke up, he was still acting foolishly and his eyes were straight.
Yan Yan slapped the woman's back vest with a little force and said, "Cry if you feel uncomfortable, don't hold it in!"
As soon as she said this, the second aunt of the Deng family burst into tears, "Wow, ah, ah, ah..." and she completely came to her senses.
Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and took a few steps back to give his place to the Deng family.
The anxiety attacks the heart, and if the breath held in the chest is not released, the person may become stupid on the spot.
The second uncle of the Deng family hugged his mother-in-law, thanked Yan Yan repeatedly, and explained: "Yuewa was raised by my daughter-in-law herself. She is no different from her own daughter. That's why she is like this."
After something like this happened, we couldn't continue talking about helping the cook.
The second uncle of the Deng family helped the grieving second aunt of the Deng family to the second uncle's house.
His two sons, Deng Jiang and Deng Hai, and their wives all had to go with them.
Bi Cheng looked at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan: "Let's go over and have a look too."
My second uncle lived together in Zhuangzi, so we arrived not far away.
When they arrived, some relatives from the clan had already gone, and the yard was full of people. Some had red eyes, and some had expressionless faces.
A woman's howling sound came from inside the house.
The three elders, the second uncle of the Deng family, the second aunt of the Deng family and Uncle Deng Xiang entered the main room.
Deng Jiang and Deng Hai stood in the yard with Yan Yan and Bi Cheng.
Although the atmosphere at the scene was solemn, because Yan Yan and Bi Cheng were not from the same clan, it was obvious from the way they were dressed that they were from the city, and Yan Yan's appearance was particularly outstanding, attracting many people from the clan to look at them secretly.
Bi Cheng stepped in front of Yan Yan, separated the eyes that were glued to her body, and asked Deng Jiang in a low voice: "Why is there no mourning hall when the person is gone?"
Deng Jiang explained: "There are rules in our clan. Anyone who dies due to unlucky reasons is not allowed to hold memorial services. I still don't know what happened to my cousin, but looking at this situation, it's probably not good."
Deng Hai sighed: "In my sister's situation, she won't even be able to enter the ancestral hall, nor can she be buried in the ancestral grave. She will just find a place to bury her in the wilderness. It's really pitiful, such a good child..."
Yan Yan suddenly asked: "Does your cousin live in this village?"
Deng Jiang shook his head: "She works for Liu Guan's family in the city."
"Last year, Liu Guan's family held a birthday celebration. Her cousin, the child who came to call for help just now, went to Liu Guan's family to help with temporary work. At that time, Liu's family was still short of a few female temporary workers, so Guiyue went with her. Guanren
My wife fell in love with Guiyue, so she kept her in the house."
While they were talking, Deng Xiangbo came out of the room and led Bi Cheng and others out.
After leaving the courtyard, Deng Xiangbo first accompanied me: "It's not convenient to talk in there, so I have to feel sorry for you two."
Bi Cheng: "It's an accident that something like this happened at home. My second uncle probably won't have any free time, so we won't bother him."
Deng Xiangbo hurriedly said: "There is no need to make a big deal about my niece's affairs. I will only hold a white banquet tomorrow. The three of them can follow you into the city the day after tomorrow. I don't know if you two can wait in time?"
Bi Cheng: "We are not in a hurry." After saying that, he looked at Yan Yan: "Should we wait here, or should we go back to the city first?"
Yan Yan: "Since I can only take care of other people's affairs for one day, it doesn't matter if we just wait at the village."
When Bi Cheng saw that Yan Yan agreed to stay, he said to Deng Xiangbo: "Then we will stay and wait for the second uncle and the others, and we will also ask Deng Xiangbo to help settle down."
Deng Xiangbo quickly said: "This is cheap, my second brother has a ready-made vacant house at his house."
It was settled here, Deng Xiangbo asked Deng Jiang to go in and call out his wife, and take Bi Cheng and Yan Yan back to his home to settle down.
Yan Yan followed Deng Jiang's wife back and saw Deng Jiang's wife quietly wiping her eyes with her sleeves, so she asked, "What happened to Miss Guiyue?"
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A little fun:
Regarding fried rice, there are North and South distinctions.
In Mr. Wang Zengqi's hometown of Gaoyou, Jiangsu, there is a habit of making fried rice, which Mr. Wang Zengqi mentioned in his works.
In old Sichuan, there was fried rice, sugar and boiled water. They were sold at the stations and piers in the past. They were cheap and could satisfy your hunger.
In the north, especially in ancient times, the local fried rice is not actually made from rice, but from a yellow coarse grain called millet. It is called "Huriabada" in Mongolian, which means Mongolian rice.
The fried rice in Inner Mongolia is the most unique, especially on a cold winter night like now, when you make a bowl of fried rice with hot milk tea, the smell... is not good, I have to make a bowl.
Have you guessed what the ancient coins found by Tonba are? If you guess correctly, Yuxiao will give you milk tea and fried rice. Come on? (′???`)