I'm really not a god of food, I'm just a cook in the countryside.

Zhao Yuanshan couldn't stop smiling when he saw so many people introducing his son.

He also knew that it was Zhao Chong's reason, so he came to deliver food to Zhao Chong's house twice in three days.

Since Zhao Chong's craftsmanship of burning a big banquet became famous, Zhao Chong's vegetable garden at home did not need to be used at all, and someone sent a little bit every day.

"Xiao Chong! I just picked some kidney beans, and there are few people in our family, so I can't finish eating, so I'm here to bring you some to help eat them."

"Master Zhao, we just picked tomatoes and cucumbers today, and I will give you a taste. "

Zhao Chong, your uncle went down to the river today to catch two fish, how about tasting the fish in our Fulong Lake at home?"

Every day around ten o'clock in the afternoon and around four o'clock in the afternoon, someone will come to deliver food on time.

At first, Zhao Chong didn't feel anything, but after a long time, and they were all on time, which made Zhao Chong understand.

Every time they come over to deliver a lot of dishes, basically Zhao Chong's family of three can't finish eating, thinking of this, Zhao Chong will invite the villagers to eat together every time he finishes cooking.

"Dongshan, otherwise you tell them that you don't have to come over to deliver vegetables, if you go on like this, the vegetables in our vegetable garden will be yellow!" Zhao Chong's mother looked at the time and said helplessly.

It's been going on for several days, and every day people from the village will come to deliver them, and the vegetables they grow are about to wither, and if they don't pick them, they will probably have to sow them in the ground.

"I said that! They don't listen...... Zhao Dongshan said helplessly, "We can't close the door and don't let them in

!" "Alas, what can I do!" Zhao Chong's mother shook her head helplessly.

"Oh, brother and sister, where are you at home?" When Zhao Chong's mother had a headache, an aunt about fifty years old walked up, carrying a basket on her arm, and greeted Zhao Chong's mother from a long distance.

"Xiangzi's mother, ...... are you" Zhao Chong's mother looked at the woman walking in front of her, "My family is really not short of vegetables."

"Oh, this is our own cauliflower at home, you see that this one is the biggest, I'll bring it to you." Xiangzi's mother took out a cauliflower from the basket, "Xiangzi is not at home, and Xiangzi and his father can't eat much." "

I really don't need to!" Zhao Chong's mother hurriedly excused herself.

"You're out of sight, aren't you?" Xiangzi's mother stuffed the cauliflower into Zhao Chong's mother's hand, "You can just take it and eat it!" "What are we polite about?"

"How embarrassing this is!" Zhao Chong's mother wanted to return it, but was held down by the other party.

After Zhao Chong heard it in the courtyard, he slowly walked out of the door: "Aunt Wang, we have enough dishes at home, we don't need you to deliver them every day

!" "Xiao Chong!" After Xiangzi's mother saw Zhao Chong, she walked up with a smile and said enthusiastically, "It's really getting more and more handsome, when I was young, I said that when Zhao Chong grew up, he will definitely be a beautiful man, and now it seems that he is really handsome! "

Aunt Wang, how can it be as exaggerated as you say. Zhao Chong smiled and said, "Let's sit inside!" "

I won't sit, I'll go home and cook for your uncle later?" Xiangzi's mother waved her hand, and she didn't mean to go in.

"Zhao Chong, take out the pickles you pickled yesterday and let your Aunt Wang take them back to taste. Zhao Chong's mother glanced at Zhao Chong.

"Okay!" Zhao Chong instantly understood what his mother meant, and hurriedly turned around and walked in.

"Oh, no, really no!" Shoko's mother said and was about to leave.

Zhao Chong's mother quickly caught up, took Xiangzi's mother's hand and said: "It's not a valuable thing, yesterday I went to the vegetable garden to clear some cucumbers, and Zhao Chong pickled them for me, how about you taste it."

"Well, you see I'm here to bring you some food and bring something back, how bad is that. Xiangzi's mother said with a cramped face.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Zhao Chong's mother said with a smile.

This is the case in the village, where people usually give each other something they have, which can be regarded as deepening the relationship between neighbors.

Soon Zhao Chong walked out with a plate: "Aunt Wang, you take it and taste it first."

"So many?" Xiangzi's mother couldn't help but step forward and smell the whole plate of pickled cucumbers when she saw it, "This smells so good." "

The cucumber pickled by Zhao Chong is crystal clear in color and looks like jade, and when it gets closer, a cool breath of cucumber comes out, with the unique fragrance of cucumber.

When Xiangzi's mother saw this, she couldn't help but pick up a piece and put it in her mouth.

As her mouth chewed, Xiangzi's mother suddenly felt a sweet and sour taste explode in her mouth, a little salty, embellished with sweet and sour, a little spicy.

"This, this is so delicious!"

Shoko's mother suddenly widened her eyes and showed an expression of disbelief.

Pickles are pickled in every household and kept for when there are no vegetables in winter.

But Xiangzi's mother has been pickling pickles for decades, and she has never made such delicious pickles.

The pickles she pickled before were simply unsightly in front of this plate of cucumbers.

"What did you do about this?" Xiangzi's mother looked at Zhao Chong and asked.

"It's normal cooking, soy sauce, salt. Millet is spicy, vinegar ......" Zhao Chong said all the ingredients needed for pickling.

Xiangzi's mother listened carefully, like a schoolboy who listened carefully.

"That's the end of it?" Xiangzi's mother waited until Zhao Chong finished speaking, and asked with a wink.

"Yes, but it's a little shorter, and the taste is a little lighter, so you can go back and sprinkle some salt and continue soaking." Zhao Chong reminded.

"Don't, I don't dare!" Xiangzi's mother hurriedly shook her head, "This is the pickles made by your Xiao Zhao master, if I move, the taste will change."

In Xiangzi's mother's opinion, although this pickle is not so salty, it tastes very good, crisp, sweet and sour with a little salty and spicy, this is the best pickle she has ever eaten in her life.

If you make it up yourself, it will be more than worth the loss.

Xiangzi's mother chatted a few more words, and then walked towards her door with the plate.

"Xiao Chong, if this continues, I feel that we don't need to grow vegetables in the vegetable garden. Zhao Chong's mother looked at the cauliflower in her hand, she came to deliver vegetables every day, and it was okay for a day or two, but she couldn't bear it for a long time.

When Zhao Chong's mother went to the vegetable garden a few days ago, she found that the cucumbers were almost wilting, so in order not to waste them, she picked them and brought them back to pickle vegetables.

"It's still a plant!" Zhao Chong looked at his mother and said with a smile, "It's really not good, you two can open a small restaurant, and I'll help you cook some food if it's okay." When

Zhao Chong's mother heard this, she looked at Zhao Chong in surprise.

"What? You're not going back to the city, you're going to stay in the village?"