Song Tan Jishi

There is a saying that dried sweet potatoes are difficult to chew, bite and tear, but they are delicious!

Therefore, even if Yu Yan couldn't stop his saliva, he didn't give up. People who pay so much attention to her exquisite image can't resist her, and the remaining few people are naturally in a mess!

At the end of the meal, it was Ulan who was scared: "Don't eat, don't eat, I'll be so full later!"

She hurriedly collected the plates while calling Song Tan: "Tan Tan, hurry up, take them for a walk in the mountains, walk around a few times, we'll be late for lunch!"

Song Tan nodded, feeling that this was very necessary, because the reporter was wearing a slim-fitting cashmere sweater, and her belly was visibly protruding.

"Let's go!"

She put on her down jacket neatly (although she is not afraid of the cold, there is a kind of clothing that her mother thinks she should wear): "It's not okay to stay bored in the house all the time. Let's take you to breathe the fresh air in the mountains."

Everyone stood up and followed her out reluctantly.

Seeing that the reporter wanted to take the microphone, Song Tan couldn't help but persuade him: "Don't take it. I have seen your previous public account reports, and they are not the kind of serious interviews."

"In this case, let's all relax and take pictures of the scenery in the mountains and eat and drink the delicious food... This way everyone will probably like to see it, and it will also save us from blowing our reputation too far and incurring resentment from others..."

Yu Yan thought for a while, the price of 20 per catty, if you have never eaten the food from this store, it is indeed easy to have negative effects.

Now she looked at the old Song family with a halo, and she put the microphone back without saying a word. However, the assistant folded up the light reflector and put it on his shoulder, then stuffed the microphone into his pocket. When he saw her looking over, he smiled:

"I'm afraid there might be something I need to take a close-up of later."

So the only person in the audience who was affected was the cameraman carrying the camera.

Fortunately, the guy eating was not going to be left alone. He was panting and slowly moving forward from the back mountain following Song Tan's footsteps. He couldn't help but sigh:

"Although the rural scenery is beautiful, the farm work is not easy! You have to walk so far every day just to weed and plant the fields..."

"ah."

Song Tan opened his mouth and thought carefully before speaking cautiously: "Is it possible that we can drive up the mountain? We can also ride a tricycle. If that doesn't work, there are motorcycle pedals."

"As for weeding and planting..."

"No. I have always hired people to do it. After all, you know that farm work is really hard."

Cameraman: ...I don’t feel that farm work is hard now, I just feel that my work is also very hard.

Everyone stood on the hillside and turned to look at the large villa with white walls and gray tiles looming under the mountain behind the bamboo forest.

Seen from this distance, everything looks small and delicate, filled with the romance of a pastoral farmhouse in the misty rain of the south of the Yangtze River...

They instantly became sour:

"If this is the kind of life in the countryside, I can pick chrysanthemums under the eastern fence!"

Song Tan laughed loudly: "There will be a chance. The place will be bigger next year, and you are welcome to continue to play. However, it is for your own good not to ride a tricycle today. If you walk around and exercise, your digestion may be faster."

She described it with evil intentions: "At noon, there was a dish of roasted fish fillets with green onions that was particularly delicious! Also, don't you often eat rice crispy rice cooked in a farmhouse's earthen stove? You should have tasted it in today's rice porridge. Let’s go! That crispy rice made from boiled rice, whether it’s wrapped in pickles or dipped in fish soup, or added with fermented bean curd made from our own soybeans..."

"Stop talking, stop talking!"

The saliva in Yu Yan's mouth surged. Seriously, I’m in my 30s and I’ve never felt so greedy!

She even looked at the short boots on her feet with regret:

"If I had known your dishes were like this, I would have to run around the hill twice now."

Woohoo!

At this moment, I really hate that in order to regain her figure after weaning, she only eats half a bowl of each staple food!

No one likes others to praise their own things, and Song Tan does the same. She even made serious suggestions:

"Your short boots don't have heels, so you can run if you want. If you're afraid that you can't run fast, I can ask our king to help you."

"King?"

Yu Yan resolutely refused to admit that he was physically disabled. At this moment, he only curiously changed the subject: "Who is the king?"

Song Tan pointed to the back mountain on the other side:

"The king is a Kangal dog and the eldest of all the dogs in our family. He has a very good temper and is very obedient, but he looks too scary. I heard that you just gave birth to a baby, so I won't take you to see him. Giving birth to a baby consumes a lot of the mother's body, don't scare you, the mind will affect the body when the time comes."

This simple sentence made Yu Yan feel extremely considerate! Look at people, young girls know how to be considerate of themselves, touching!

But the more the other person said this, the more curious she became:

"I'm not afraid of dogs. I also wanted to raise a dog when I was a child. I once interviewed a boss. Their family had an Alaskan. If they didn't turn on the air conditioner in the summer, it would lie there and cry silently. It was very interesting. …”

Even with the camera nearby, I couldn’t help but join in the conversation:

"My kid likes cats, and I took pictures of all your cats today. The topic of cute pets and delicious food is high now. If my brother doesn't go on camera, these cats should be fine, right?"

"No problem," Song Tan said casually: "My dogs can also be photographed. They are all legally raised and have all the certificates. Like the king I said before, his owner can't afford to raise him, so he entrusts me to take care of him. And there are several retired dogs at home!”

Wow, this is even more wonderful material!

The cameraman was refreshed and his eyes were bright: "Where is it? Where is it?"

"There's no rush." ​​Song Tan calmly said after being put off, "The dogs are probably on the grassland by the river now. There are many cattle and sheep there, and the smell is a bit strong. You have just finished eating, so you should arrive first. Let's take a walk around the mountain - look! The factory in front is also ours, with several production lines in it. Although the scale is small, they are all up to standard."

Yu Yan became interested: "But I heard that you only returned to your hometown at the beginning of this year. In just a few months, the villa at home was built, the factory was also built, and the construction of mountains and land was in full swing..."

"I'm curious. Although the quality of your products is very good, it takes time for word-of-mouth to ferment. How did you develop your business so quickly in a short period of time?"

"Also, how did you start your first pot of gold accumulation?"

She asked seriously, and Song Tan looked back at her:

"As a reporter, you have to go back and ask your mother!"

"Because anyone who can come to our fish pond to buy fish and is willing to spend so much money must have bought our vegetables first."

“And our family’s first pot of gold was accumulated by selling wild vegetables at a vegetable market.”