A peasant girl through the ages

Chapter 230 Hometown Taste
After Xinyu's pig-killing dishes were ready, Li Haichao and the three of them went home for dinner at noon, and Li Wenke went all the way to the kitchen smelling the smell.

Speaking of it, Li Wenke and the others are not bad at living here, but there are some things that can’t taste like their hometown. Just this one bite of Li Wenke and the others have been greedy for a long time. Unfortunately, after Uncle Hai is unwilling to do it, no one at home will Done.

"Oh, our pig-killing dishes are still delicious, and it smells delicious."

Xinyu smiled and explained: "No matter how old you are, wherever you go, the taste of your hometown will always appear in your dreams, uncle, do you agree with this statement?"

Li Wenke smiled: "Of course, I've been thinking about this in my dreams, girl, hurry up, cut some for us, and send some to Uncle Hong later, this old man is probably also greedy."

Xinyu fried a few more vegetables here, the oil and water are too big, eating some vegetables can clean up the oil, there are elderly people in the family, so you should pay attention to what you eat.

For a meal, Li Haichao and Li Wenke ate the most, and Sun Dakui ate the same, but a little less than those two.

"Oh my god, Uncle Hai, is your stomach okay, eat less, and let Xinyu make some for you if you want to eat in the future."

Li Haichao took a sip of the tea handed over by Xinyu: "I don't want to eat it, I really didn't eat less, this taste is even better than I remember, Xinyu, don't lose this ancestral handicraft of your family, I'm not even boasting, if you find a job as a chef here, you'll definitely snap it up."

Xinyu chuckled: "Grandpa Hai, it's not as mysterious as you always say. There are so few big restaurants that want people from the wild like me. I can just fool people at home."

Li Wenke put down his chopsticks, glanced at the stewed meat on the plate, couldn't help but picked it up again and gnawed slowly, his stomach was full, but his eyes were not full.

"Okay, don't eat too much, I'll go see your cousin with me later, this guy must be bored in the hospital."

Sun Dakui was fine in the afternoon, so he simply went with Li Wenke and the others, while Xinyu brought a few meals to see Wu Aiwei.

Wu Aiwei had a boring day, and there was nothing to do with the old man in the house, so she just waited for Xinyu to come and accompany her.

As for Wu Yuanqiao's eldest son, Wu Wenjun, who arrived last night, seeing that his father was fine, he went back to the villa to deal with some matters according to his father's instructions.

When Xinyu arrived, Wu Aiwei was walking in the corridor boredly. Her grandfather fell asleep, so she didn't dare to go far, so she could only pace back and forth in the corridor.

Xinyu was worried that the Wu family would change wards before, but unexpectedly, this person did not change wards.

"Wu Aiwei—"

Hearing Xinyu's cry, Wu Aiwei turned her head in surprise, and rushed towards Xinyu: "Why did you come here? I've been waiting for you all morning. What did you bring?"

Xinyu rushed to Wu Aiwei and raised the insulated lunch box in his hand: "I'll bring you something to eat. I've been busy at home all morning, so I just want you to try the food from our hometown. I don't know if you like it, and neither do I." Know what you like, bring a little of everything."

Wu Aiwei was happy when she heard that Xin Yu brought food. The food cooked by the servants at home was not to her liking. She didn't eat much at noon, and almost all of it was given to the nurse.

Xinyu brought food, and Wu Aiwei was as happy as a child.

"All for me to eat?"

Xinyu smiled and nodded: "I don't know if you are used to the food in our hometown."

Wu Aiwei embraced Xinyu and kissed directly: "Good sister, I like your hometown food. I'm not used to the food here. Under the hands of my stepmother, I often eat those instant foods. My stepmother cooks Not too bad, but she can pretend. When my father comes back, she will cook by herself. When my father does not come home, she will take her son out and let the servants cook for me things I don't like. "

Thinking about Wu Aiwei's life, she became clearer. She couldn't eat that kind of food even if she was given it. A day or two is a rarity. After a long time, no one can bear it. After all, her appetite is not suitable for eating those things. Presumably Wu Aiwei is similar to her.

"Come, come, let's eat in the house. If you like it, I'll bring it to you tomorrow. I made it myself—"

As soon as Xinyu opened the lunch box, she heard Wu Aiwei's wow.

"Oh, stop shouting, eat it while it's hot, you're Miss Wu, don't act like you've never seen the world, you're just a foodie—"

Wu Aiwei shook her head: "That's not the case. The food you cook tastes very similar to my mother's. My mother often cooked food from my hometown when she was still alive. My grandpa and the others also ate such food. Don't think that We are rich people, just like you eat differently, sometimes, I am not as good as you."

Wu Aiwei didn't say anything next, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat. When the nurse saw the two girls in the room, he went out and sat in the corridor.

Wu Yuanqiao was awakened by the scent, the old man opened his eyes and saw, good guy, his granddaughter is eating without looking up.

And the little girl Xinyu sitting beside her was serving food for his granddaughter.

"What are you eating? Can you let me see?"

Wu Yuanqiao didn't admit that he was greedy, really, he smelled the taste of his childhood, and he could only taste the delicious food during the Chinese New Year.

Xinyu looked at the old man in surprise: "Grandpa Wu, are you always awake?"

Wu Yuanqiao couldn't wait to look at Xinyu: "Girl, have you stewed sauerkraut?"

Xinyu nodded in a daze, not understanding what the old man meant?
Seeing Xinyu like this, Wu Yuanqiao smiled wryly: "Girl, give me something to eat?"

Xinyu was dumbfounded: "Can you eat greasy food like this? How about you eat something lighter, I brought light stir-fried vegetables?"

When encountering food, Wu Yuanqiao didn't reason with Xinyu anymore: "Don't talk nonsense, bring it here quickly, I'll try it, it's not that I can't eat meat because of my illness, hurry up—"

Xinyu and Wu Aiwei hurriedly moved the food they had brought to Wu Yuanqiao's bedside. Seeing the food Xin Yu brought over, the old man was almost drooling.

"This tastes authentic, I haven't eaten authentic hometown food for many years, Wei Wei, hurry up and give Grandpa a taste."

In Xinyu's cognition, you said how rich the Wu family is, and they all live in such a villa, and they can't eat any good things at home. She really didn't expect that this old man is actually delicious, and he is still that kind It was too unexpected for her to eat even when she was sick.

After taking a bite of the sauerkraut from his hometown, Wu Yuanqiao thought about it for a long time: "It's that taste, even more authentic than the previous one. Girl, where did you get the sauerkraut? The ordinary sauerkraut in this place can't keep it?"

Xinyu smiled: "My grandpa Hai grows Chinese cabbage and pickles himself, so this taste is authentic. I thought you old people don't like this kind of thing. I just want to give Wu Aiwei a taste of the food in my hometown. .”

(End of this chapter)