I burn big seats in the countryside

Chapter 208: Distant Relatives are worse than Nearby Neighbors
The dishes have been bought, and the chicken at noon needs a pressure cooker.

But Uncle Fu Gen doesn't have a pressure cooker at all, and he and his son live in poverty, with only a casserole, an iron pot, and a dilapidated cage, and there are no extra cooking utensils.

Even there are only five bowls for eating. Just looking at the cabinet where the pots and bowls are placed, one can know how poor the father and son's life is usually.

Yunxi called Li Huimei and brought her pressure cooker.

Just after contacting his mother, Yin Ping found Yunxi and said:

"Yunxi, the people in the yard now, these twelve tables are a little less, I guess it's about seventeen tables, what do you think?"

Yunxi saw that there were more and more people in the yard, they all came to burn papers to express their condolences, Yunxi said:
"Well, there are indeed a lot of people, and the dishes bought must be few."

"It must be late to buy vegetables now. It's already past ten o'clock. It will be nearly twelve o'clock when we go to the market and return. Now we can only distribute the dishes evenly for the twelve tables, and put less on the plates."

The only way Yin Ping could think of was to do this, so that all seventeen tables could be filled and no other tables could be left empty.

Yunxi thought for a while. Uncle Fu Gen hoped that his son's funeral affairs would be done well, probably because he wanted more people.

If there are a lot of people, we must let everyone eat well. If the dishes are evenly spread, it looks good, but when eating, there is only a little food on a plate, and there is no time for everyone to pick up the food. , there is no food, how can I work hard if I can’t eat enough.

Now that there are few dishes, it is Yunxi's problem how to eat well.

Yunxi thought for a while, looked at the chicken and fish in front of him, and said:
"In this way, combine the vegetables with the meat, change the chicken into a knife, cook it with potatoes, make the fish into pieces, make fish in sour soup, mix vermicelli and bean sprouts with vegetables, let everyone eat as much as possible, come on A pot of firewood rice.”

Yin Ping said:

"That's good, Yunxi, as expected of a chef, okay, let's do this, I have potatoes at home, I'll bring a bag here."

Fu Gen's family is poor and he has to do trivial things. Everyone thinks about how to help his old man.

After listening to Yin Ping, this method is very good. They are all made in the village, and there is no shortage of home-cooked dishes. The main reason is that there is not enough meat. Yunxi is like this, with both vegetables and meat.

As long as it's delicious, it's fine. You can rest assured of Yunxi's craftsmanship.

Yunxi thought of so many tomatoes and cucumbers growing in his father's field, so pick more.

Tomatoes mixed with sugar, cucumbers and fungus mixed with cold dishes, these are two more dishes.

Yunxi called her mother again and told her to bring all the dried fungus from home when delivering the pressure cooker.

Let dad give me cucumbers and tomatoes from the field.

People in the yard were busy, and some ladies helped cut white paper for those who came to burn the paper to express their condolences.

There was no one in white clothes in the yard, they were all wearing white cloth around their waists to show they were here to help.

Those who wear sackcloth are lovers and children. Fu Gen’s son is not married, so no one wears sackcloth and has no relatives. Fu Gen is also wearing white cloth pants.

Generally speaking, there are many people, but apart from Fu Gen, there is no family.

It is also impossible for Lao Tzu to wear hemp and filial piety for his son, so Fu Gen only put on white trousers on the outside to let people know that this is the master's house, but all the people who come are from the village.

in the kitchen.

Looking at the limited ingredients, Yunxi saw that elbows and roasted pork will be on the table tomorrow, while chicken and fish will be served today.

Although the factory where Fu Gen's son worked gave him a funeral fee of [-] yuan, Fu Gen lived alone. In the days to come, he will live alone, and there are many places to spend the money.

Fu Gen didn't ask for money from the factory, he was given it, and Fu Gen took it, and now he just sent his son away.

This time Yunxi didn't intend to ask for money when he came to help, and the system didn't trigger a task for this banquet.

Yunxi looked at the people who came in the yard, they were all from the village, and Niu Rui's mother, Liang Yan also came, and they looked okay, which meant that Niu Rui's matter had been dealt with thoroughly.

After Fu Gen came back, Gao Fuxing and Cheng Si also came to help the old man, discussing the burial process together.

In the room, Uncle Fu Gen said:

"To be buried before eight o'clock tomorrow, come back and start the feast."

Gao Fuxing said:
"Well, the release time is one day late, and you feel uncomfortable looking at it. It's better to bury it earlier. Has the coffin bearer been found yet?"

"Yes, brother, we need to find a few strong ones, not casual ones."

Fugen said:

"Well, the people in our village are very nice, and everyone will help me find a few permanent ones. There should be temporary ones to help tomorrow."

"Don't worry, when the coffin is lifted tomorrow, there will definitely be someone to help. Don't worry, Guilan didn't find anyone the day before Lao Ge's burial. People helped to carry the coffin after the banquet. Yunxi's craftsmanship, this Not a big problem."

More details are being discussed in the room, and there are still some particularities.

yard.

Li Huimei and Yun Shouye were very helpful. They drove the Yunxi car directly, and those who didn't know thought Li Huimei was delivering the goods.

During lunch.

Uncle Fu Gen took a bowl from the table, filled it with various dishes, and put it in front of the sacrificial table.

Fu Gen also ate with everyone.

At the dinner table, people are all stretching out their chopsticks, eating vegetables with their hands in between, and drinking the sour fish soup with spoons.

The fish in sour soup on the table is delicious, the soup is hot and sour, and the oil is fragrant and sour.

The fish on the top is fresh and tender, the bean sprouts are white and tender and crispy, plus the smoothness of potato vermicelli, and the combination of dishes, this bite can be eaten as a dish or as a soup. Spoon soup and eat with other dishes.

The combination of chicken and potatoes is still the same. Yunxi cooks the taste of fried chicken, and stews potato cubes. The dense potatoes are very friendly to the teeth of the elderly, and they can be eaten in one minute.

On the table are cucumbers mixed with fungus, fried rapeseed and shiitake mushrooms, minced meat and eggplant, and snow mountain capping. The snow mountain capping is tomato peeled, cut into hob pieces, sprinkled with sugar, and finally drink a sip of candied tomato juice, sour Sweet and refreshing, a full mouthful of vitamin C is a beauty.

The whole atmosphere in the yard is heavy.

Everyone at the dinner table was eating quietly, and no one wanted to drink. They would talk nonsense when they drank, so it was better to eat well.

The lunch meals are basically empty, and the meals are all served in stainless steel pots, which are equivalent to stewed vegetables and soups.

After lunch, Yunxi didn't leave. In the evening, he ate noodles, and Yunxi had to prepare noodles in advance.

After the meal, the aunts helping the kitchen were washing the dishes, and Yin Ping walked up and said:

"Let's eat at noon today."

Yin Ping just cares about everyone, whether they are eating well.

Liang Yan said:

"This is not nonsense, of course Yunxi's food is delicious."

"Let me tell you, there is not enough food for lunch."

"Come on, a table of food is not enough for you? Let Uncle Fu Gen hear it, and you will feel awkward."

Fu Gengen was the poorest in the village, so everyone would pay a little attention to what he said, so he was afraid of Fu Geng's wild thinking.

"No nonsense, let me tell you that there is not enough food for lunch. It was Yunxi's idea to cook so many dishes."

Yin Ping continued, he didn't mean to say Fu Genqiong, but just wanted to show off Yunxi's cooking skills to everyone, and he was the first participant.

in the afternoon.

There are people sitting and chatting in the yard, and some helping to sew things.

In the kitchen, the aunt who helps the cook has weak arms and legs. After working all day, she was sleepy, and went home to rest in the afternoon.

Yunxi has been in the kitchen, looking at the meat in the marinated pot. Uncle Fu Gen's house doesn't buy much meat. Basically, one elbow on a table may not be enough.

Yunxi thought, tomorrow I can only cut the elbow, mix it with the roast pork, and add some white radish in the marinade. Mixing it in this way will not affect the taste, and it will also allow everyone to visually see that there are more things on the plate.

The banquet dishes look full, and the guests will not underestimate the host.

But Uncle Fu Gen is different. No one in the village underestimates them. Everyone comes to help out of sincerity, but there are more people who come. Yunxi has to find a way to use the limited ingredients so that everyone can eat well.

Everyone ate well, and Fu Gen was also relieved when he saw it. Sending his son away well was considered to have fulfilled his wish.

I can only find ways to change the tricks and try to ensure that the guests are full. The banquet tomorrow morning is more important.

In the afternoon, Yunxi was busy making noodle stew, turning the reconciled noodles into noodles to wake up.

At night, it is convenient to press the noodles directly in the mold, also known as river noodles.

In the afternoon, Fu Gen sat in the yard with a sad expression, leaning against the door frame next to him and squinting his eyes.

Since his son's accident, he didn't rest for a whole day and night, and only had time to sit for a meeting in the afternoon. He might be too sleepy, sitting there curled up with a thin and thin body. The weak and thin body made people feel extremely sad.

Not many people came to eat at night, there were only seven tables, most of them were men.

There were no children, and the women did not go at night, just a few older ladies.

Everyone ate deliciously at night, but there are still ten other noodles left in Yunxi.

After eating, Yunxi cleaned up the kitchen and went home.

In the yard, there were six other men, surrounding the stove in the yard, on which peanuts and melon seeds were roasted, and there was a pot of tea.

The six men did not intend to leave at night.

After Fu Gen came out, he said to them:

"Children, it's getting late, come early tomorrow, I've been busy all day today, and you are exhausted."

A big brother said:
"It's okay, we'll stay here tonight to watch the spirit, you can rest at night."

"Our brothers have discussed it, we will take turns, you go in and rest."

"You are alone, we are not at ease at night, let's come."

The elder brothers were afraid that Fu Gen would stay up all night, and if they fell ill, they would be in trouble.

Fu Gen is an honest person, always thinking about not causing trouble to others as much as possible.

Wake up at night is to look at the incense candlesticks. After the incense is burned, it will be continued quickly. There must be someone in front of you, and someone must watch.

Fu Gen felt that this job was for young people to do, and he felt very embarrassed, so he kept refusing to accept it.

A big brother said:
"Okay, that's it. Yunxi still has some noodles left at night, and it happens that we can still have supper in the middle of the night. What a wonderful thing, don't talk about it, go back to the house."

"That's right, there are meaty glutinous rice dumplings left over, just for us to eat at night, so don't worry, we just want to eat noodles, let's go back to the house."

Fu Gen didn't speak, he knew that these children were for his own good.

Fu Gen wiped away his tears silently. These neighbors and fellow villagers in this village helped him a lot, and he didn't have any distant relatives, but these neighbors were his relatives.

(End of this chapter)