Song Tan Jishi

A basket full of radishes and cabbages is really not enough.

A dozen pig-killing banquets have been held, so there is no need to dig and search about it.

Song Tan sighed and waved his hand: "Qiao Qiao, this is a class reunion for you, and your children are also responsible for hosting it. You can prepare the souvenirs yourself - not tea, not pork, but you can do the rest yourself. Let’s see.”

"Okay!" Qiaoqiao was instantly happy: "I'm going to pick vegetables now!"

It was obviously very heartfelt.

Seeing his back running away, Song Tan suddenly felt sad about raising a son.

Tsk.

Lu Chuan looked away, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

It is probably only with the support of such relatives that a mentally deficient [child] like Qiao Qiao can shine with such splendid glory.

…

The sun was shining warmly at noon in winter. Everyone had eaten and drank enough, and it was inevitable that they were a little out of spirits.

At this time, the old Song family was tidying up the yard, and several well-dressed young men were sweeping the floor with big brooms, so that everyone walked from the yard to the outside, and finally ended up on the asphalt road with no people and no cars. Wandering around.

The villagers who came to help clean up the kitchen then went home. Some people decided to wait until there were not so many guests in the old Song family tomorrow to talk about it in detail.

Netizens looked at the bamboo forest with the rustling wind in the distance, then at the vegetable patch downhill that was no longer springlike, and at the two conspicuous white greenhouses in the middle...

Finally, he moved his eyes to the yellow clay stove in front of him.

If I remember correctly, at noon today, since they had eaten all the vegetables first, there was actually quite a lot of rice left...

The first brother on the list swears for five hundred years that he has eaten enough at lunch.

but……

He cleared his throat: "Then what...have you ever eaten rice balls?"

"It's not the kind of rice balls sold outside that are filled with meat floss and stuffing, but the kind made in big pots in rural areas."

The soft rice and the crispy rice dumplings are gathered in the palm of the hand, and when the two hands are pressed together, an authentic rice ball is made.

If you like sweets, dip them in some white sugar. If you don't like sweets, put some fermented bean curd or pickles in them.

Otherwise, chewing the original taste still brings the sweetness of rice grains.

When he described it like this, several people present silently touched their bellies.

The two girls were so sorry that they almost burst into tears: "No, stop talking, I'm still so full, I really can't even eat a bite."

The other older men looked at each other:

"My stomach is still full, but I'm not that hungry. It's just a waste of this rice to sit around..."

"That's right, whoever shoveled the thinner side of the rice pot into pieces and didn't pick it up. There are still a lot of them."

"Yeah, I'm not very hungry, but this rice is really fragrant. I think it's fine if I take a small piece and eat it slowly..."

"I'm okay. I feel that eating these hawthorn pills helps digestion. After a while, I won't feel anything in my stomach. I should be able to take another one..."

"I like salty food. I wonder if I can put some pickles and hot sauce in it..."

As everyone talked, they moved towards the stove in unison.

However, before they could lift the lid of the pot, they saw several men striding over with hoes:

"Come on, come on, we have to eat today, but we can't just do nothing! How are we going to clean up this stove just now?"

"Xiao Zhu, please stand aside and have a rest. I feel like you are the only one busy today. My ears are also quite tired. We can just do this rough work."

"That won't work! We haven't done any rough work or fine work since we came here today. Why are we sharing so much? Come on, come on, I remember the chef's request just now - I'll give you this rag, and let's put this iron Lift the pot."

"You guys just smash this earthen stove. The aunts said that the village has been strict about inspections recently, and it is easy for satellites to detect smoke when burning fires here."

If you put it in the past, after the pot is taken out, the earth stove will collapse on its own within two days. In a few days, it will be exposed to wind and sun and turn into a pile of soil. There is no need to clean it up at all.

But now that environmental monitoring is strict, even if it’s a small thing, it won’t cause any problems, so maybe it’s better to clean it up!

It also saves them trouble.

A few people were about to take action as they said so. The big brother on the list had just laid the foundation for his emotions five hundred years ago, and the food hadn't even reached his mouth yet. How could he tolerate it?

At this moment, he quickly stepped forward: "Brother, brother, it's not urgent, it's not urgent." He opened the lid of the pot and said, "Look, there is half of the rice in each pot."

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, several arrogant young men instantly lost their fighting ability.

They put the rags back on the stove. Now staring at the pot of rice, the rough man clapped his hands, a little embarrassed:

"I can't eat this anymore."

"You can eat it, you can eat it!" The Five Hundreds slapped their bellies loudly, as if they had a ripe watermelon inside.

At this moment, he vowed: "We ate the big hawthorn pills, and now we are almost done eating. We can still take another bite."

Those who said this were all grown men. This rice was so delicious, if they could eat it, they would want to take a bite of it!

Everyone looked at each other and opened the lids of the remaining two pots again - well, there is still rice left!

So there was no need to worry anymore, just a few people picked up the shovels and started working.

With just one big slap, an irregular rice ball came out.

But this time you have to remember not to gobble it up. You have to eat delicious food like this slowly to pass the time and satisfy your stomach.

When everyone was squatting on the curb, nibbling at the rice balls, Secretary Wang also strolled out and was stunned for a moment.

Fortunately, he and the leader were interviewed privately incognito. If he really brought the media here like the city leaders, you think these people would just squat here and eat rice balls...

How damaging to the image!

After all, they were all from Ning Cheng. Secretary Wang was happy for a while. Seeing that the leader was still talking about something next to the old men, he was also a little ready to make a move.

He walked forward in a few steps: "Where are the rice dumplings?"

Isn't that just eating rice balls?

Five Hundred Years stood up, and was about to say a polite word: "Would you like to come too?"

Then he looked at the pot subconsciously.

Just now, the dozen of them had shoveled all the rice left in the pot, and now they had no choice but to give it to them.

Fortunately, Secretary Wang was sharp and could roughly understand it by looking at their expressions and then looking at the empty pot.

At this moment, he shook his head: "I won't eat, I won't eat, I can't eat anymore - don't you really feel full?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly held his stomach in pain.

"Ouch……"

Good night.