Song Tan Jishi

The green pepper beef sauce is simmering in the pot, the hot air is mixed with the spicy smell of pepper, and the whole yard is filled with this tantalizing smell.

Originally, some other ingredients were added, but Qi Cousin only picked it up with a spoon and tasted it lightly, and he was already satisfied.

He said to Grandma Seven: "Anneal, cook slowly."

He turned his head and asked everyone: "Do you eat cold noodles or rice at noon? The steamed buns are too late to leaven, so the steamed buns are fine."

Then there is no need to ask? !

It must be cold noodles on this hot day!

Qiao Qiao looked at the green peppers that had just been packed aside: "Do you still make the green peppers stuffed with meat and scrambled eggs?"

"Don't do it!" Seventh Cousin waved his hand: "There is this sauce at noon, I don't think any of you can care about anything else."

Turning around, he picked up another pot, splashed and fried a few burnt and crispy eggs in it, then patted garlic with the remaining oil, and fried another pot of vegetables.

On the other end, Qiao Qiao has already fished out the cooked noodles and put them in cold water.

It was also served in a large stainless steel basin, and Zhu Jun had already silently approached it with chopsticks in one hand and a large bowl in the other.

A bowl of white cold noodles, pour a spoonful of green pepper beef sauce, mix well, put a few vegetable leaves on the side, and a burnt egg...

That is to say, for such a lunch, he wouldn't even exchange abalone, ginseng, wings and belly!

Then rolled up a chopsticks of noodles back and forth stuffed in the mouth -! ! !

At that moment, the pungent aroma of chili exploded in the mouth, as if a small cannonball was ignited, which made people groan!

It was obviously cold, but Zhu Jun was gasping for breath while eating, like a puppy, without the steady demeanor of a small branch secretary.

And there was another one who was eating and snoring, and it was Sun Shouping who had no sense of existence.

Ulan also said polite words to him: "Look, this guy came all the way and said he would cook two pieces of meat for you..."

"No meat, no meat!"

Sun Shouping shook his head hastily, his mouth was full—with such a meal, what kind of meat would he want?

Then I couldn't help stuffing it in a big mouthful——hiss! so spicy!

But while it was spicy and drooling, I still couldn't help but want to eat it. The middle was so spicy that I couldn't stand it, and I didn't even want to drink more water to occupy my memory, so I quickly picked up a chopstick of green vegetable leaves.

In an instant, I was refreshed by the taste of the leaves of this vegetable.

Finally, take another bite of burnt fried eggs to ease the spiciness...and then repeat endlessly.

When he came back to his senses, he had already mixed a large bowl of noodles again.

Zhang Yanping was sitting next to him, his belly was also full at the moment, and his black and strong figure couldn't stop the satisfaction on his face.

At this moment, I only asked proudly: "How is it? I said you have to eat two bowls!"

Sun Shouping looked serious: "I want to eat three bowls!"

Seventh Cousin is getting old, but he can't help overeating like this. He and Grandma Seven have always eaten slowly, relying on time to deceive their appetites.

At this moment, without raising her head, she just said casually: "The Jianweixiaoshi tablet is in the basket on the corridor, I couldn't bear it anymore and chewed two by myself."

Sun Shouping: ...

He looked at the bowl silently, then got up immediately:

"I'm going to eat two now."

In this way, maybe you can wait for another bowl.

Zhang Yanping: ...

He didn't say anything else, he just quickly put the tea prepared on the side - the brother came all the way, even though he was worried about his dog, he couldn't break him!

Zhu Jun, however, salivated at the big bowl of green pepper and beef sauce, and now looked at Song Youde, who was equally satisfied with two glasses of wine, and heaved a long sigh:

"I don't know if my grandpa has ever eaten such a delicious food? Their generation suffered a lot, but now that they are old, they don't taste good at all..."

Song Youde slapped his thigh: "That's not true! The life you young people are living now is incomparable to ours back then! Not to mention anything else, at that time I paid food, and I carried baskets and walked dozens of miles. Who do you see? Can it be done?"

The branch secretary Xiao Zhu couldn't help stamping her feet—the topic was off topic!

Fortunately, Song Youde quickly turned his gaze back:

"Xiao Zhu, don't worry, isn't our sauce not allowed to sell without some license? So, do you still have the jars for honey later? Put two jars for Xiao Zhu and let her send them back."

"You made it yourself, don't be shy."

Xiao Zhu's branch secretary was ecstatic, but now he was shy and embarrassed: "Grandpa, I want to pack five, six, seven or eight cans..."

Song Youde was stunned.

He looked at the sauce, and then at her: "The sauce can't be kept for a long time! At most a month, and this day has to be in the refrigerator."

Secretary Xiao Zhu laughed even more embarrassedly:

"My grandpa has many..."

Okay, we've talked about this, how can we disagree?

Song Youde just laughed: "Ask Tan Tan to pretend to be with you later."

Sun Shouping was listening, one side of his cheek was full and bulging, he just stared blankly at the village party secretary in front of him, thinking too much about politics, why didn't he think of it!

Looking at Song Youde now, he was really embarrassed to open his mouth to try to get along with him, so he looked at Zhang Yanping pitifully.

Zhang Yanping: ...

"All right, all right, I'll bring you two bottles later—come on, brother, let's have a sip of tea first, don't hold on."

Sun Shouping was so moved that he picked up the teacup as expected.

...

The whole yard is harmonious and harmonious, only the mobile phone standing alone by the stove is still exerting its last energy.

It has already popped up a battery warning, and everyone in the live broadcast room has gone from silent to sucking and then numb.

[That is to say, did the anchor forget that he is still broadcasting live? 】

【hateful! Report the address, I will rush to kill him now, 7 in and 7 out, with 7 bottles and 7 cans! 】

[It's gone, it's nothing interesting, there's not even a shadow of a person... Sneak away]

[Eating and broadcasting is not popular now ah ah ah ah]

[I'm angry, the host doesn't respect our fans at all, he doesn't care about me at all! Unless let me taste that sauce]

[Please host! look at the kids! If there is no certificate, I don't care. Sell me two bottles first, and I can dazzle cleanly in a meal. 】

In the live broadcast room, saliva and tears flew together, leaving only a scene of misery and grief.

To make matters worse, the phone made a "beep" sound, and then quickly ran out of power and shut down.

Everyone: ...

Qiao Qiao also heard this voice, and stood up hastily at this moment: "Ah! Teacher Qiao Qiao forgot about the children!"

"It doesn't matter."

Song Tan comforted him: "Didn't you teach the children to pick peppers today? The reason why you didn't finish class is to give everyone a chance to review. Turn off the phone and turn it off—do you still eat eggs?"

Jojo was a little frustrated: "But I still plan to show my Ultraman to the children..."

The one-meter-high Ultraman Zero that Song Tan bought for Jojo at a cost of 188 is now in his room. satisfy.

Now that I can't show it off, Qiao Qiao has experienced the bitterness of Jinyi Night Walk at a young age, which is really of great educational significance.