Nongmen eldest sister: Farming and opening shops

Chapter 109 Delicious
"Grandpa, what did you buy back, it doesn't look like candy, is it edible?"

When the old man returned home, his grandson who was a few years old came out to welcome him and helped him take the things he was carrying in his hand.

Hearing the childish words of his grandson, he couldn't help but smiled slightly and said, "Of course it's not candy. After eating candy so many times, don't you know what kind of candy looks like? I'm afraid it's not because you are greedy for candy. You said that on purpose. What a little elf."

"Father, just ignore him. This kid thinks about eating all day long. With that mouth, he always wants to eat good food. That is to say, our family can still provide him with food and drink. If we want to change it to a poorer family, how can we still eat?" can have these to eat."

"The child is still young, so don't always talk about him. When he grows up, he will be sensible."

"When he is sensible, I don't know when, a kid as big as someone else's family will help the family with work, but he still doesn't know what to do."

"Isn't it the same when you were a child? I didn't dislike you half a bit. How come you have no patience with children. It's not like me."

After being lectured, the man immediately stopped talking about it, and if he continued, he was the one who was being scolded.

The child was really clever, seeing this, he leaned over again: "Grandfather, what is this, can it be eaten?"

"This is vermicelli. It is edible. It is said to be cooked in the same way as noodles. I don't know how it tastes?"

Hearing this, the child couldn't help but feel a little greedy. He has eaten noodles before, and he can eat a bowl from time to time. He is the youngest in the family, and most of the delicious food goes into his stomach.

The old man ordered: "Take it and ask your wife to cook it and taste it. I heard from the little girl in the shop that it tastes better than noodles. I don't know if it's true."

Hearing this, the man couldn't help but frowned: "Father, don't you be deceived? The color is far from the whiteness of the noodles. Can the taste be the same?"

"Don't be so arbitrary in what you say and do, cook it and eat it, and you will know what it tastes like." The old man was a little dissatisfied.

Seeing this, the man didn't say much, he took the vermicelli into the house with an awkward expression, and asked his wife to cook it.

Seeing that the person left, the child went up to the old man again and asked, "Grandpa, are vermicelli really better than noodles?"

"I don't know about that. That's what the little boss in the shop said. I think she must not lie to people when she runs a shop. Otherwise, she will be dishonest in business, and people will come to her later."

"Little boss, how small is it?" the child asked curiously.

"A little older than you, but I saw a little girl about your age in that shop. She is as chubby as you, and she looks very cute."

The old man said with a smile, and then said: "I think he is already helping in the shop at his old age, shouldn't you be doing something serious?"

"Grandpa, didn't you say I'm still young?"

"I thought you were still young, but seeing other people's children are already so sensible and know how to help the family with work, I think you can't be too far behind other people."

"Aren't we talking about whether vermicelli are delicious?" The topic seems to be going too far.

The old man laughed: "You should eat more later, I don't think the little boss will lie."

Hearing this, the child nodded vigorously.

After a while, the vermicelli was brought out, with sesame oil on it, and chopped green onion sprinkled on top, it smelled quite delicious.

"Grandpa, you eat first."

The old man was not too polite, he took a look at the bowl and found that the vermicelli was somewhat different from the noodles, then picked up a few with chopsticks, put them into his mouth, and tasted them carefully.

The father and son, one big and one small next to him, stared at his movements.

"Father, how does it taste? I don't think it tastes as good as noodles?" He felt that the color contrast was too far off.

The child next to him looked at the man and said, "Father, grandpa has already said it, don't be arbitrary, you have to taste it first, and then you can say whether it is delicious or not. After all, this is something to eat, and the eyes can't tell whether it is delicious or not." tasty."

"Hey, you kid still taught me a lesson. I eat more salt than you eat. Aren't I more knowledgeable than you?" The man stared straight at him.

The child bared his teeth at him. With Grandpa around, he was not afraid of him.

After taking a bite, the old man didn't speak. He picked up a few more sticks with his chopsticks and put them into his mouth. He ate, this time even more carefully than last time.

Hey, something is wrong with this!
The child was the first to notice the strangeness. Since grandpa had already moved his chopsticks, he could eat too. He quietly picked up the chopsticks, picked up a few vermicelli, and put them into his mouth.

Soft and smooth, chewy taste, it tastes really different from noodles, it is quite chewy, chew it, chew it, smash it in your mouth, swallow the vermicelli, it seems that there is still no taste, Then he picked up another chopstick and put it in his mouth.

The man was waiting for his father's response, waiting for the result of his tasting without blinking his eyes. He didn't want to get the answer for a long time, but when he turned his head again, he saw his son was reincarnated from starvation, and the vermicelli in the bowl fell down. It was half a bowl, and he was taken aback when he saw it.

He knows this kid, and he will try his best to eat any good things in the house, and he will eat them well if he raises his mouth. That expression is like taking medicine.

Immediately realized, this vermicelli must not be unpalatable.

He didn't look at the grandpa and grandson again, he took the chopsticks by himself, took a chopstick and put it into his mouth, and then he couldn't stop eating, mouthful after mouthful, the speed was far faster than the grandpa and grandson, the appetite of a middle-aged man It was so good, I ate up all the vermicelli in three or two bites, and I still smacked my mouth unsatisfied, as if I didn't eat enough.

"Grandfather, what did you say last time, the cow chews peony?"

The child looked at his father with contempt, eating so fast, what kind of taste could he eat, he felt that such a way of eating was a waste of food.

Hearing this, the old man wanted to laugh a little, but he suppressed it, glared at his grandson, and said, "It's not big or small."

Then he said to the man, "How do you like the taste?"

"good to eat."

"Gone?"

"What else?" The man was a little at a loss.

Sure enough, it was a cow chewing peonies, the old man ignored him, turned to look at his grandson, and said, "What do you think of the taste?"

"It's chewy and chewy. It tastes like noodles." After speaking, he picked up the vermicelli in the bowl and began to suck slowly.

The way he ate with gusto made the man feel a bit greedy, but he just ate a bowl just now, but apart from the delicious taste, he really didn't taste anything.

The old man smiled slightly, and said, "You know how to eat more than your father."

I thought, the little boss really didn't lie to him, this taste is indeed better than noodles.

(End of this chapter)