Supermarket Space: Traveling Through the Ages and Marrying a Rough Guy

After eating, they will add a bowl of soup.

There is not much meat, so I can't refill them, but it is still possible to refill the soup.

As for Soo-hee, the women's director didn't ask for that.

Because the Zhou family father and son are not the kind of greedy people at all.

Maybe even save it for Song Xi to eat, she doesn't worry about Song Xi.

Most of the villagers go to pick up the pork after eating the butchered dishes.

So there are not many people in the pork distribution place, because everyone is eating pig dishes!

After removing the head, feet, bones, and internal organs of a wild boar, there are still three hundred catties of meat left.

Now the village has been divided into 282 households, and each household can get one catty.

Of course, anyone who wants the remaining ten catties of meat can spend money to buy it.

The butcher in charge of slaughtering pigs and dividing pork is also surnamed Zhou, but he has no close relationship with Zhou Yi's family, and his surname is simply Zhou.

Young people in the village call him Uncle Zhou directly, and children call him Grandpa.

Song Xi and the others came to Butcher Zhou and received a catty of meat from their family. After that, Song Xi asked in a low voice, "Uncle Zhou, when everyone has received the meat, if there are any bones and trotters left, Can you sell them all to us?"

Butcher Zhou knew about Zhou Yi's daughter-in-law, and knew that she needed to take care of her body more than others, so he agreed without hesitation, "Would you like uncle to chop it up for you?"

"Yes, yes, thank you, Uncle Zhou." Song Xi grabbed a handful of white rabbit toffee from his pocket, and put it behind the pork, where Butcher Zhou could see others but not, "Uncle Zhou, you Put it away and take it home for the children to sweeten their mouths."

These days, no one has many children, so using sugar is the easiest way to buy people's hearts.

It doesn't matter if there are any bones and trotters left, but Butcher Zhou wants to help her in his heart, doesn't he?

To be a human being is to know how to be grateful.

Sure enough, Butcher Zhou looked at Song Xi and Zhou Yi with more loving eyes.

He tied the pork with straw, handed it to Zhou Yi, and watched them leave.

Zhou Yi had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask, because the bones and pig's feet hadn't arrived yet!

After returning home, Song Xi asked Zhou Yi to marinate the wild pork while she cooked the noodles.

Now that this is the time, it is obviously too late to cook.

But the people who come here to eat at night are young people with big appetites, and cooking noodles is not enough.

So Song Xi cooked another pot of sweet potato cubes, that is, washed the sweet potatoes and cut them into small pieces, put them in a pot under cold water, and added various seasonings after they were cooked.

The sweet potato cubes cooked in this way are soft, glutinous and sweet, with soup, not particularly dry, and taste good.

Afterwards, Song Xi fried rattan vegetable poles and winter vegetables.

The enamel basin, which is almost the size of the washbasin, is full of two large basins.

As for the leaves of vines and vines, cut them into pieces, added them to the egg liquid and stirred them evenly, brushed a thin layer of oil in the pan, and fried twelve vegetable omelets, which was enough for several gay men to eat.

Every time Song Xi went to the commune, he would take thirty eggs from the supermarket.

Zhou Yi thought she bought it outside, and never asked about it.

When Song Xi brought the last dish to the dining table, Zhou Ping and the others came over with butchered dishes.

The pig-killing dishes are pig heart and lung, pig liver, and pig blood sausage.

Everyone has one spoonful of meat and two spoonfuls of soup, so they make up a bowl of pig-killing dishes.

Song Xi poured five bowls of pig-killing vegetables into the pot and reheated it.

She added another bowl of salty wild vegetables that Zhou Yi had pickled earlier.

Because pickles can neutralize the fishy smell of wild pork very well.

Although she doesn't eat wild boar, she takes every dish seriously.

Unlike some people, they just mess around with the dishes they don't eat.

Although I don't eat it myself, but others still want to eat it?

Zhou Yi and the others were not idle either, helping Song Xi by the side.

After processing the pig-killing dishes, the five of them sat around the table and began to feast on them.

Sheng Jiahe held a vegetable omelette in his left hand and sweet potato soup in his right.

His mouth was bulging like a hamster, and he said while eating, "Song Xi, the food you cook is so delicious, if possible, I really want to come to your house for dinner every day."

"Wonderful thinking, are my daughter-in-law's hands cooking for you?" Looking at Sheng Jiahe, who is so aggressive, Zhou Yi turned over politely, "If you want to eat the food cooked by your wife, hurry up and marry her, now You are all separated, you can marry a daughter-in-law, and live your own life behind closed doors."

He was reluctant to let his wife cook all the time, and only agreed to let her cook occasionally.

The Sheng family reconciled, so they wanted to eat his wife's cooking every day.

His daughter-in-law came to hurt him.

Sheng Jiahe sighed in his heart, but not everyone has such luck as Zhou Yi.

If he comes back after marrying a troublemaker, what's the point of breaking up the family?

If he returns after marrying a daughter-in-law who only cares about his mother's family, no matter how much money he has, he will be emptied!

What if he returns after marrying a blood-sucking worm, and he doesn't give up if he doesn't suck up all his money?

Seeing all kinds of daughter-in-laws in the village, Sheng Jiahe couldn't help but shudder, feeling so terrible.

He also wanted to find a wife like Song Xi, but there was only one Song Xi in this world.

Therefore, Sheng Jiahe felt that it would be very difficult for him to marry a daughter-in-law he wanted.

"This omelette is really delicious, crispy and soft, and the vegetable leaves inside are also very sweet."

Zhou Ping sighed while eating.

He is not as greedy as Sheng Jiahe, just let him taste Song Xi's craft once in a while.

Too greedy, it may not be worth the candle.

"Chop up the vegetable leaves and put them into the egg liquid and stir well. It's the same as spreading pancakes. You can try it when you go back," Song Xi said.

I told them how to do it, but as for the taste, it must not be as good as hers.

She has the blessing of spiritual spring water, and she is very confident that the chefs of the state-run restaurants do not cook as delicious as hers.

Song Xi talked about how to make vegetable omelette, and the three of them waved their hands repeatedly, refusing to go home and try.

It may be because there are more family members, and it is more complicated to do!

"Song Xi, why don't you eat pork?" Seeing that Song Xi had been eating rattan vegetables, Mo Jiaxiang asked puzzled.

If it weren't for a few of them teaming up to kill a wild boar, then everyone would have to wait until the end of the year to kill the pigs before they could eat pork.

Ping'an Village only raises two pigs, one will be handed over by the end of the year, and the rest will be shared among everyone.

There is not much to share, and for a small family, it can only be divided into one or two taels of meat.

A family like Zhou Yi's doesn't get much meat.

This time, they were the ones who hunted the wild boar, and they proposed the rules for dividing the meat, so Zhou Yi was able to share a catty of pork.

The Nian pigs at the end of the year are collective, and they will not be divided according to their rules.

At that time, Zhou Yi will not get much meat unless he buys it.

But one pig is not enough for the village to distribute, so how can there be any left for him to buy?