Era Space: The darling of the rough man is sweet and flirtatious

Chapter 18 Dishes as soon as the dishes arrive

Song Erdou leaned out from behind Song Yi with a small cloth bag in his hand, his face full of excitement.

"My brother-in-law said that if someone came to eat alone and couldn't figure it out, he would bring me with him. Now, my mother asked me to pack half a liter of rice, so I don't want to eat your delicious food for nothing, hehe~"

He licked his lips and rolled his eyes.

To treat guests to dinner, no matter how poor the family is, they have to scrape together two decent dishes.

Decent dishes cost oil.

Vegetables with oil, even fried shoe soles, are delicious!

"Okay, then you guys sit in the main room for a while, and the dishes will be cooked right away."

Lin Yuzhu took the soy sauce bottle and the small cloth bag with a smile, and turned into the kitchen to let Fang Shuhui go out to entertain them.

Let the elders entertain male guests in an upright manner, no one can find any reason to say it.

She opened the rice urn and poured the rice in, half a liter of rice, more than seven taels.

Half a child came to eat a sweet potato rice, not much oil and water, but a lot of rice.

Song Ersao knows how to be a human being.

Lin Yuzhu didn't like to take advantage, so she took a clay bowl and filled half of it with warm water.Dig two tablespoons of sugar into it and stir well, beat six eggs, put them in a steamer and steam them together with egg custard.

It's a pity that food is expensive, and no one makes sweet rice wine. The Hakka people's red dates and sweet wine eggs are considered authentic.

Sugar-watered eggs, barely passable.

She doesn't care about whether the nutrition is reasonable or not. The only thing she can get at home is eggs, so it doesn't hurt to let them eat more.

The lard in the oil tank had condensed into a paste, and there was only a layer at the bottom, so she cruelly dug a lump into the pot.

The guests on the table in the main room are all farm snacks.

Dried taro that has been boiled with salt, dried persimmons that have been cut and sun-dried from wild persimmons picked from the mountains in autumn, and dried sweet potatoes that have been peeled and boiled, cut into strips and dried in the sun.

Fang Shuhui had no choice but to sit on the bench and refill the bowls of Song Yi and nephew from time to time.

The region has a lot of rain and humidity, so the taste is on the heavier side.

Especially meat dishes, most like to put chili.It is salty and spicy, which can serve with rice and save vegetables.

The strong, spicy and delicious smell wafted into the main room, Song Erdou sniffled and swallowed, "Spicy fried fish!"

After a while, sniffled again, "Omelette!"

He felt that the taro in his hand was dry, so he turned around and stretched his neck to look at the stove, feeling very anxious.

Song Yi slapped him on the back of the head, "Is there a nail on the stool that pierces your butt, is it right?"

Song Erdou sat down resentfully, and muttered in a low voice: "Since the first lunar month is over, I can't even eat eggs. It's as if you're not greedy..."

It's not that there are no chickens in the family, and I used to occasionally eat steamed egg custard once or twice.

Since the third and fourth aunts gave birth at the beginning of the year, there was no meat on the dinner table at home, and they were all sent to their rooms.

The dead turtledove he picked up on the mountain would be stewed by his mother for them to eat, and he didn't even lick the soup bowl.

Who could resist the fragrance coming from the kitchen in bursts!
As the sky slowly turned dark, the two sisters walked out of the kitchen, one holding the rice cooker and the other serving the dishes.

Fang Shuhui got up and took the bowls and chopsticks to set the table, put the snacks on the table into the cupboard, and gestured for the uncle and nephew to eat.

Song Yi looked back at the sweet potato rice with a lot of rice grains in the rice cooker, then looked at the pots and dishes on the table, and looked at Lin Yuzhu who was sitting at the bottom of his head with a complicated face.

"How many days?"

Braised small fish with spicy peppers, scrambled eggs with leeks, fried peas with oil residue, boiled eggs in sugar water, steamed egg custard, and small fish soup with shredded radish.

Glossy, both greedy and worrying.

Lin Yuzhu's hand holding the spoon froze for a moment, and dropped her shoulders in frustration.

Disappointing as soon as the dishes are on the table, there is no one...

"Sister Yuzhu, your food is even better than my aunt's! It's delicious and delicious!" Song Erdou drank the sugar water happily, and praised him without hesitation.

This was the first time he came back to eat, and the food on the table was delicious just by looking at the appearance!
Logically speaking, a half-sized guy like him can't be regarded as a guest, but he just ate eggs in sugar water, thinking about it would make him happy for half a year!

"Then you can eat more later." Lin Yuzhu was in a good mood, scooped up half a bowl of milky fish soup and drank it slowly.

It is indeed a small wild fish, and it has been fried in oil. The soup is very sweet.

Song Yi put an egg into her bowl, and said in a muffled voice, "The dishes look good, and it took so much oil. Are you going to cook a red pot in the second half of the year?"

Lin Yuzhu closed her eyes speechlessly, picked up the eggs in the bowl and put them into Fang Shuhui's bowl.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at him with a stiff smile, "I understand the truth, can you train me after dinner?"

The so-called red-hot pot means that after the pot is heated red, the pot is not paying attention, and the vegetables are poured into it with lightning speed, stir-fried quickly, and then seasoned with water to get out of the pot.

The gestures must be fast, the posture must be handsome, the dishes must not be burnt, and there is no oily speck in sight.

Lin Yuzhu has been completely defeated by this man whose EQ is so low that it makes one's teeth itch.

Don't expect him to say anything nice, just ask him to bury his head in his meal and stop making any noise.

"I don't like sweets." Song Yi pushed the bowl in front of Lin Yuzhu with a straight face, got up and went to the cupboard to get another bowl for rice.

More sweet potatoes, less rice.

Lin Yuzhu glanced at Song Erdou, who was full of surprise, and looked meaningfully at the two eggs lying quietly in the sugar water.

If you want to tell her, just tell her, why make such a bad excuse...

Picking one up, he pushed the bowl to Lin Yulan.

No one talked during the dinner, only Song Erdou gave a few compliments from time to time, and the baji baji was the most delicious, followed by Lin Yulan who wanted to speak but didn't dare to make a sound, so she could only bury her head and eat bitterly.

Lin Yuzhu secretly observed Song Yi, and unexpectedly found that he was well-educated.

Don't babble, don't pick vegetables, eat whatever you get, even just a little bit at a time, and eat sweet potato rice in big mouthfuls.

The dining table of the Lin family was harmonious and harmonious, while the dining table of the Song family was full of gunpowder.

Except for the New Year holidays, Mrs. Song, who had been eating in the room because she was paralyzed in bed, appeared in the main room, sitting on the raised recliner, wiped her mouth after eating, and spoke slowly.

"I heard from Zhaodi that Miss Yuzhu suffered a crime last night, and today she offended that son of a bitch Tian Wang, the three young mistresses and the others will definitely have a hard time in the future."

Song Zhaodi turned around with an angry expression on her face, "Grandma, how many times have I told you that now the peasants are the masters of the house, and there are no young ladies and grandmothers anymore!"

Mrs. Song slightly raised her hand and shook it to signal her not to interrupt, and sighed.

"Miss Yuzhu was born on the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, and she is nineteen years old this year. You can go to the county to get a marriage certificate. The sixth child is about the same age as her. She went to junior high school and became a production team leader. She is barely worthy of her." .”

"Grandma, why are you talking about this again! My uncle is so honorable, Lin Yuzhu is not worthy of serving my uncle's footwashing water, okay! My uncle didn't agree with it, why do you force him to marry? This is not forcing Is my uncle getting closer to class enemies!"

"Shut up! My lord is talking, what's wrong with the little girl!" Mrs. Song patted the recliner with an angry face, her chest heaved and fluctuated, and her throat was panting like a bellows.

"Eat your meal!" Mrs. Song slapped Song Zhaodi with a downcast face, "Your father hasn't spoken yet, what are you talking about!"

(End of this chapter)