Wearing a book at eighty, being pampered by a disabled boss

Song Zijie knew the process of hosting banquets in rural areas, so he bought a variety of things, but they were mainly practical.

He took a few young men to carry the things to be cooked to the kitchen, and the candies and wine that were not to be cooked were placed directly on the table.

In rural areas, when there is a wedding or a new house is built, a wedding banquet is usually held, and relatives and friends are invited to the club to celebrate together.

In the words of city people, a rural banquet is a country banquet, but country people only talk about making wine.

Rural people are very willing to spend money when making wine. First of all, they will raise a fat pig and make the banquet very lively.

The feast makes the folks in the village feel happy and unforgettable for half a year, so the folks will also look forward to whoever makes the wine.

This time the Su family invited them to a banquet. Although it was sudden, the fat pig Su Shuo bought was fatter than any other pig prepared in advance.

This made the villagers reluctant to eat lunch, and they all wanted to eat more for dinner with empty stomachs.

This is an unwritten custom in Shuanghe Village. If a certain family wants to make wine on a certain day, they will tell the villagers in advance.

Some families will let their children eat less the day before, so that they can wait to drink on an empty stomach.

Su Shuoci just didn't want to listen to his second sister's useless words, so he came out to walk around. Han Jinghong followed him closely.

He saw that the villagers spontaneously moved tables and chairs from their own homes and placed them in the open space in front of Su's house.

He roughly counted and found that there were at least sixty tables, which reminded him of the drinking scenes when he was a child.

The scale of wine making in the village ranges from [-] tables to [-] tables, and the more luxurious ones have more furnishings.

He just casually said today that he wanted to treat the villagers to a meal, but he didn't know that everyone made the meal so big, there were actually sixty tables.

Villagers have always valued home-made banquets, which are not only a face of the village.

It is also a social moment when villagers rarely get together. The more people come, the more respect the host family has.

The banquet in the countryside is a vivid and lively vulgar scene, and Su Shuoci was deeply impressed.

He remembered that in the village, whether it was a wedding or a banquet, the traditional custom of entertaining guests was still retained.

And most villagers choose to hold banquets in their own homes because they are lively, cheerful and enjoyable.

The taste and fun of a country banquet are indeed memorable, but no matter the size of the banquet, the banquet must be well organized and decent.

The delicious dishes on the table will make people unable to finish them, and the guests will praise the host's grandeur.

If the food is not enough and the banquet is not over, someone will make comments and make irresponsible remarks.

Some people even sarcastically mocked the host behind his back: Such-and-such family’s banquet is like selling cooked meat.

Therefore, even people whose family background is not well-off still have to show off their extravagance, show off their appearance and compete for face at banquets.

When hosting a banquet in the countryside, everything is very particular: what kind of cigarette to smoke, what kind of wine to serve, who to invite, and how many tables to set.

All kinds of details reveal the "secular philosophy" of the villagers' way of dealing with the world, and also reflect the simplicity, wisdom and humaneness of the rural people.

The villagers call the banquet for the old man's birthday a "birthday banquet", and the whole family starts preparations half a month in advance.

Making plans, hiring local chefs, coming up with menus, hiring opera troupes, etc., the family was extremely busy.

All in all, the plate should be full, the food should be good, the wine should be fragrant, and the cigarettes should be of high quality.

And Song Zijie actually bought a lot of red sorghum wine and Jianshe brand cigarettes. This guy is really good at things, and the old man in the village likes them.

There are also high-end candies, which are loved by children and women. The Su family's temporary banquet is no worse than the one that has been prepared for a month.

In fact, organizing a country banquet seems easy but is actually difficult, and it must be done in advance.Families with poor family backgrounds have to raise chickens, pigs, and sheep in advance, which are indispensable staple foods for banquets.

At that time, it can be slaughtered and served. As the day approaches, the number of people for the banquet must be determined, and then the host must personally go to other people's homes to invite them.

Once the number of people is determined, the number of tables for the banquet will be determined, and the host will have to appoint a chef.

A good country chef directly affects the quality of the banquet and the taste of the people participating in the banquet.

But Su Shuoci and Song Zijie are rich, so while others prepare for half a year, they only need most of the afternoon.

After all, Su's mother was used to banquets. She and the village women were busy for most of the afternoon, and they actually made ten bowls.

When she was a chef, she knew red dishes, white dishes, and skillfully fried, pan-fried, steamed, and stir-fried. She was proficient in everything.

Hot dishes, cold dishes, soups, bowls, everything is fine, as long as the ingredients are sufficient, she can do it.

The banquet was particularly lively, especially the bowls of braised pork were piled high. As soon as the bowls were opened, a rich aroma hit the nostrils.

Su's father, Su Shuoci, the village chief and several respected elderly people in the village were sitting in the main room together.

Song Zijie, Han Jinghong, two of his men, and teachers from the village were also sitting in the main room.

The other villagers were sitting outside, and the Hu family sat at two tables, but they also sat outside like the other villagers.

The old woman of the Hu family saw her eldest daughter-in-law Su Ermei and her three children sitting in the main room with her eldest son, but she did not call her old man to join them.

She was very dissatisfied in her heart, but she was also very afraid of Su Shuoci, so she didn't dare to act like a monster.

Especially when she heard that her beautiful daughter had been driven away by Su Shuoci, she was even more afraid to act like a monster.

There can only be three tables in the Su family's main hall. Everyone has a banquet, and the people sitting in the main hall are very respectable.

Hu Yungen was injured by the Wang family and his son. He could not work but could still cook.

The old man in the village picked up a piece of fragrant pork with chopsticks and put it into his mouth, squinting his eyes and smashing it in his mouth.

He was so excited that the meat in his mouth almost spit out, "It tastes so good. I haven't had a banquet made by Mr. Su in several years. It's getting better and better."

"Yes, if I can have another meal of noodles made by her, I will die without regrets."

"Grandpa, as you said, Sister-in-law of the Su family has taught a few apprentices, and the banquets they make are pretty good." The village chief said with a smile.

"Hahaha... It's not that her apprentice can't do it well, it's just that she doesn't have the guts to do it. Ci Zaizi is really promising."

"Yes, Ci Zaizi, the effort you spent in half a day is more sumptuous than the banquet I prepared for half a year."

Not only Su Shuoci and the village chief were full of praise at the table, but the villagers outside were even more excited.

The villagers picked up the chopsticks to pick up the pork and chicken... and put them into their mouths, and their eyes lit up after taking a bite.

Han Jinghong also moved his chopsticks. It was indeed delicious. He couldn't find words to praise it.

He had eaten chicken before. He remembered that the chicken used for banquets tasted very bad and could not be chewed at all.

But his idol's mother made it differently. It was tender and smooth in the mouth, and the chicken flavor was very rich.

"Han Jinghong, what do you think of the food cooked by my Aunt Su?" Song Zijie asked, pouting.

He tasted every dish, and it was really delicious. It turned out that his Aunt Su didn't perform well in the small pot dishes.

(End of this chapter)