The Story of Qingfeng Village

Chapter 20 Qingfeng Village in Memories Fourteen

The next day was the New Year's Day for Li Ying's family.

All the mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law in the village came to help.

A table was placed in the main room, and then two tables were placed under the eaves.

The rest of the tables and benches were placed in the yard. There were ten square tables and forty long benches, of different heights, new and old, and different sizes. It was obvious at first glance that each family moved them from their own homes.

Fortunately, the weather is fine today, the fog dissipated quickly, and the faint sun came out, which is a good time to have a feast.

If it rains, you can only use the drying mat to build a shed.

"Oh, today God knows the truth, the branch secretary's New Year's Eve is booming, and the coming year is bound to be booming..."

The villagers said auspicious words while helping to move things.

"Hey, you don't even look at it. Today is the branch secretary's distinguished guest, so of course it must be popular..."

While talking, he looked at Liu Jianguo and laughed.

"Hey, maybe it's been a long time since I'll invite you to dinner again..."

"Your baby thinks beautifully. You haven't eaten this meal yet, and you're thinking about the next meal. You really look at the bowl and think about the pot."

"Hey, think about it, what's the big deal, the more you eat, the more you get... right, lady secretary?"

Mother Li chuckled: "Yes, the more you eat, the more you will eat...you can eat today..."

"Miss branch secretary, when your eldest daughter graduates and becomes a cadre, maybe you will invite us to dinner in the city..."

A fat sister-in-law said: "Your child thinks farther..."

Mother Li: "I hope there will be such a day."

"Haha, there must be, your eldest daughter is promising..."

"And your uncle..."

The small farmyard is full of laughter.

The kitchen of Li Ying's family is definitely not enough to accommodate the battlefield.

The kitchens of the neighbors next door were requisitioned, and they were used for steaming rice, steaming pork with white elbow powder, and so on.

As the smoke rises, the scent has already come out, attracting a group of children and local dogs to run around and wear them. They can't eat, but the smell is good.

The eaves near the kitchen are full of ingredients. Pots of vermicelli, tofu, konjac, radish, cabbage, croissants, green onions and garlic sprouts are all ready, just waiting to be put into the pot.

The girls and daughters-in-law shuttled back and forth between the yard and the kitchen, making jokes from time to time.

Today, a country chef was invited to take charge of the stove, and Li Ying's mother took full command.

Li Jianguo and Li Ying occupied the position of burning the fire early.

There were too many people here and they were not familiar with them, so Liu Jianguo was too embarrassed to show up. The way the villagers looked at him made him feel uncomfortable, so it would be safer to light the fire here silently.

It is very pleasant to eat roasted peanuts while watching the chef cook and smell the aroma of vegetables.

Even the chef joked that the two had found a good job.

Li Ying said with a smile: "No matter how good the errand is, it's not as good as your errand, uncle. You will never be hungry as a chef..."

The chef pointed at Li Ying with a spatula and said, "You are an elf. If you become a cadre in the future, that will be a really good job."

Vegetables are burning in the big pot, and pig’s feet and radish soup is stewed in the small pot behind.

The smell of steam in the kitchen is alluring.

Burnt vermicelli with rotten meat, fried yellow tofu with two sides, boiled cabbage with oil residue, roasted konjac with fatty meat... Served out in a pot...

The chef said: "Yingzi, turn up the heat, I'm going to fry the pork..."

"Okay."

Li Ying agreed and stuffed a handful of dry cypress branches into the stove, and it was burning brightly...

Chef: "Yeah, I know how to make a fire, and the twice-cooked pork cooked by Bai Ya is really delicious... It's like the cured meat in the countryside that has to be smoked with cypress branches to be delicious."

The pot is on a high fire, and the twice-cooked meat is quickly boiled until the shell is warped. Add ginger, a handful of dried red peppers, and stir-fry homemade soybean paste. Finally, add green garlic sprouts and stir-fry with a few spatulas. that scent...

It's almost out of the question.

The chef shouted: "Sister-in-law of the Li family, the twice-cooked pork is ready to be cooked, and the dishes and chopsticks can be placed..."

"okay."

Li Ying's mother shouted outside: "Set the bowls and chopsticks, raise the wine, and get ready to eat..."

I heard a burst of cheers outside, and then the voices of calling for father and mother, looking for sons and daughters.

Everyone has been busy all morning waiting for this moment.

The chef lifted the lid of the big antimony pot at the back, took a look at the pork knuckle soup, and said:
"Is the pig's trotter soup almost ready? Feed it again and serve it at the end...I'll go to the next door and dig out the steamed vegetables first..."

Mother Li: "Yes."

Then he said to Li Ying and Liu Jianguo: "You two go out to eat quickly, don't be busy all morning and sit at the corner of the table (read guo)"

Li Ying: "I'll light up the fire again and stew the pig's trotters, it's good to eat..."

Mother Li said casually: "It's fine if you can't chew it, let us go back to the pot and chew it slowly tonight."

"Oh my god, is there such a treat for you?"

"You think I'm willing to invite you. I have worked so hard to raise a pig, and I have to feed it to others. Your father is a party secretary. Not to mention the benefits, he still takes it out everywhere."

Li Ying hurriedly dragged Liu Jianguo out.

After listening to it, I don't know what Li's mother is going to say.

It's all messed up.

If every family has a fat pig for the New Year, it will not be like this.

The tables in the yard were already full.

There are still vacant seats at the two tables under the eaves, Li Qiang is waving to them: "Sister, brother Jianguo, come, sit here..."

Liu Jianguo and Li Ying washed their hands and walked over.

"Come on, we are waiting for you."

The people at the same table are all relatives of Li Ying's family, some from Li's family, and some from Li Ying's grandfather's uncle's family.

The other table was seated by Li Fumin and some prominent people in the village, basically accountant Wang and a few village cadres.

The table in the main room is full of elders, headed by grandpa.

That's called the upper eight, and most people are not qualified to sit there.

Li Fumin stood up and said: "Thank you to all the relatives and friends from the old generation and the folks in the village for your help, so that our family can celebrate the New Year happily..."

Seeing that the villagers in the courtyard were all staring at the dishes on the table, their eyes were green, and their tongues were about to stick out, they stopped talking and said, "I won't gossip, everyone, let's eat..."

The bottom suddenly promised: "Okay, let's eat..."

Liu Jianguo's table was a bit better. Everyone was very polite. They put down their chopsticks when they picked up their wine glasses;

But the villagers in the lower courtyard dam don't care so much.

The drinking men sat together and ate meat with big bowls of wine.

And the tables of women and children are all concentrating on the dishes.

I saw chopsticks flying for a while, and the bowl was empty after a while.

There are still vegetables in the big basin, and when the bowl is empty, someone will be responsible for adding it.

So the chopsticks stretched out to the target again, invincible.

When the steamer for steaming rice was lifted up, they rushed over together and began to serve the rice.

Farm steamed rice only has rice on the top, and sweet potatoes on the bottom. Those who start first can eat white rice, and those who eat later can only eat sweet potatoes.

So these women are scrambling to serve white rice.

That posture is not eating, it is like fighting a war.

Seeing all this, Liu Jianguo was dumbfounded.

What's even more funny is that when the pig's knuckle and radish soup was served, the pig's knuckles couldn't be chewed, so the women divided the pig's knuckles. When we were full, we ran home like birds and beasts with bowls and bowls in our hands.

There is a table of CDs left, not even a drop of oily soup left.

(End of this chapter)