My village can't be like this

Chapter 621 Roasted Sweet Potatoes

In the afternoon, Uncle Wang’s son appeared at the gate of the yard again. Looking at him, Zhang An immediately frowned.

"Let's be honest, what do you want?"

He thought that the matter would be over after Uncle Wang took this person back.

But I didn't expect that not long after, this person came to the door again.

Even a clay man can get angry. Zhang An is not a coward and he doesn't plan to endure it.

"Please don't misunderstand me, Mr. Zhang. I'm here to apologize."

Seeing that Zhang An's attitude was even worse than in the morning, Uncle Wang's son immediately started to explain.

"I didn't understand the situation clearly this morning and offended Mr. Zhang. Just now, I heard a lot from my parents when I was at home, so I came here to apologize to you and hope to clear up the misunderstanding. At the same time, I also want to thank you for taking care of my parents for so long. This is just a small token of my appreciation."

Not to mention, Uncle Wang's son's attitude at this moment was really good. He no longer had the expression he had in the morning. Not only did he bend down to apologize, he even brought a gift for apology.

"There's no need to apologize. Just don't bother us again. As for thanking us, there's no need. Uncle Wang and his wife are very kind in the village. There's no need to take care of us."

Zhang An said this with an indifferent expression, his tone full of a feeling of keeping people at a distance.

He did not have any good feelings towards the son of Uncle Wang. After all, he had a very bad impression of him when they first met. But no one would accuse someone of murder for money the first time they met, so it was impossible for him to smile at him.

"Please rest assured, Mr. Zhang, I will definitely not do it again in the future. This is my apology, please accept it."

Seeing that Zhang An's attitude towards him was not good, Uncle Wang's son didn't care.

After all, I was wrong in the morning, so the other party was giving me face by not taking direct action against me.

"We don't do this here. I have something else to do, so I won't keep Mr. Wang here."

Zhang An shook his head and asked to send the guest away, with no intention of accepting the offer.

Back in the backyard, Zhang An raised his feet to let his son play while sinking his mind into space.

More than a month has passed since the last time I used the spiritual spring crystal dew to feed the centipedes in the space.

Today it suddenly occurred to me that I could use inner vision to observe my son while I was taking care of him.

You won’t know the result until you see it. You will be shocked when you see it. When Zhang An shifted his attention to the bamboo forest, he found a dead centipede on the ground.

Seeing this, Zhang An quickly stood up, left his son to his mother, said he had something to do, and went upstairs to his room.

When he came to the space, Zhang An found that many centipedes were dead, and they were of all sizes, some as small as a foot long and some as large as nearly two feet long.

At this moment, what he was worried about has happened. These centipedes will die of old age when they grow to a certain size.

But at the moment, Zhang An had no time to feel sorry for these dead guys, and immediately looked for the largest guy in the space.

If the largest one also died, then all the spiritual spring crystal dew he had fed it before would be completely wasted.

Fortunately, after a while, he found the largest centipede in a hole in the bamboo forest.

Hearing Zhang An's call, the big guy crawled out of the hole, twisting its tentacles and circling around Zhang An.

Seeing that this thing was safe and sound, Zhang An felt relieved.

Looking closely, this guy has actually grown a little bigger than before.

However, after Zhang An counted carefully, he found that although this guy had grown bigger, his legs had not increased, and the number was still 136 pairs after the last molting.

However, after its body size increased, its original reddish-brown skin has turned dark green or even black. It may be because it has been too long since molting, and the fragile shell has become stronger.

On the crimson head, the two tentacles were also longer than before.

Zhang An sighed, knowing that if he wanted to see this guy grow new legs, he might have to wait until the next time he shed his skin.

After all, more than a month has passed outside, and it will be even longer in the space. In such a long time, plus the magical effects in the space, this guy has only grown a little. If he wants to rely on his own growth and shed skin without the spiritual spring crystal dew, it will definitely be impossible in a short time.

Thinking of the spiritual spring crystal dew, Zhang An shifted his attention to the spring and found that only a few drops had accumulated there.

All we have to do now is to keep waiting, and try again when we have accumulated enough spiritual spring crystal dew.

When his attention shifted away from the big creature, he found that most of the centipede corpses on the ground had disappeared.

Only then did he remember that the space decomposed the remains of animals very quickly. As long as he didn't intend to stay, they would be absorbed after a while.

So he quickly collected the dead centipedes on the ground. This thing is a very precious medicinal material, especially the centipedes in the space, the medicinal effect will definitely not be bad.

When he thought of the centipedes that were swallowed by the space, he felt so distressed. The small ones would be fine, but the big ones would be hard to come by if you took them outside.

But it's too late now. We can only consider what we have as too much and pay more attention in the future.

However, after Zhang An finished sorting them out, he found that there were still quite a few left, including three or four that were only two feet in size.

After finishing all this, Zhang An began to patrol the space. After walking around for a circle, he came out of the space.

When Zhang An went downstairs, he found that his son was standing by the stove very obediently.

When I opened the stove ring, I found several sweet potatoes and potatoes roasting inside.

It turns out he was waiting for food, no wonder he was waiting here patiently today.

"Dad, are you ready?"

Although the little guy was calling Zhang An, his eyes were always staring at the furnace circle.

In fact, he was only as tall as the stove, and his eyes could not even reach the stove plate.

But this was not a problem for the smart little guy since childhood. He simply pulled a stool over, stood on it, and immediately became taller.

"It's not cooked yet, don't worry, wait a little longer."

Zhang An gave his son a lot of face and opened the stove ring again. He turned over the sweet potatoes and potatoes inside and found that they were indeed not cooked yet.

"Oh!"

Hearing that he couldn’t eat yet, the little guy had to be patient and wait.

This is a foodie who has the most basic respect for food.

If it were anything else, this gentleman would have been impatient a long time ago.

Halfway through, a rich aroma began to waft out of the stove ring. Zhang An opened the stove ring again and turned the potatoes and sweet potatoes inside over.

Just grill the other side and you can eat it.

Half an hour later, the potatoes and sweet potatoes were all roasted, and Zhang An took out all of them with a small bamboo basket.

Looking at the steaming sweet potatoes and potatoes with black roasted skin, the little guy finally stopped staring at the stove.

However, he did not reach out to take it immediately. Instead, he sat on the chair and waited very obediently.

The main thing was that the last time Zhang An was roasting sweet potatoes, the little guy reached out to take it in a hurry and got scalded.

It was that time that taught the little guy a profound lesson, so now he is smart and has learned his lesson.

Of course, the price he paid was not just that he got scalded once, but also that Zhang An was nagged by Wang Fang for several days.

"Wait a minute, dad will peel it for you later."

Zhang An picked up a roasted sweet potato and began to peel it, then said to his son.

Seeing his son, who was so impatient just now but now calm, Zhang An was very satisfied.

The little guy responded to his father and nodded heavily.

After a while, Zhang An peeled a small sweet potato. Because it was still very hot, he skewered it with a pair of chopsticks.

"Here, you can eat it, but it's very hot. You need to blow on it before you eat it."

Zhang An handed the sweet potato with chopsticks to his son, but did not forget to give him some instructions.

The little guy stopped talking and concentrated on blowing air on the steaming sweet potatoes.

After blowing several times, he carefully took a small bite.

These are what Wang Fang teaches on a daily basis, and the little guy learns very quickly.

Afterwards, Zhang An was not idle either. He peeled the remaining potatoes and sweet potatoes and put them aside to cool, so that when he gave them to the little one later, he wouldn't have to blow on them for a long time before taking a bite.

"Oh, they're roasting sweet potatoes. They smell so good."

When the little guy was eating happily, Chen Ze came over.

As soon as I saw the sweet potato, I reached out and took one.

Then he found that the little guy had stopped talking and was staring at him.

"Okay, okay, Uncle Chen won't eat yours. You're so young, but you've already learned to guard your food. What will happen when you grow up?"

Although the little guy didn't say anything, Chen Ze immediately understood. He put the sweet potato back and pushed the bowl in front of the little guy.

Zhang An knew his son's temperament well. He was always surrounded by Xiaohu and the others, so how could he not ignore him?

"I may not even be able to get it, let alone you. Here, peel it yourself."

Zhang An handed a sweet potato that was roasted into charcoal black to Chen Ze. If he peeled it himself, the little guy would not guard his food.

Chen Ze didn't care whether it was black or not, he just started peeling it.

"Honestly, Zhang An, the sweet potatoes from your family are really delicious when they are roasted. They are sweeter than the ones given to me by other people in the village."

Chen Ze peeled off a part and took a bite.

It was just that the corners of his mouth were touched by the pitch-black carbon skin, which looked a little dark, just like peeled fingers.

Zhang An couldn't help but laugh when he saw this, because he remembered that when Chen Ze first came, he would peel off the carbon skin of the baked potatoes and wash his hands before eating.

As a result, only two years have passed and this guy has already adapted to the local customs.

"Didn't you say you were going to prepare the design? Why are you back now? Have you finished it?"

Zhang An knew that Chen Ze had returned to the provincial capital a few days ago to prepare the design plan for the hotel.

"It's done. I have a friend who does this. I called her before I went there, so it didn't take long. You can come and take a look after you finish eating."

Chen Ze pointed to the bag on the ground and spoke unclearly, because this guy still had a big mouthful of sweet potato in his mouth.

"Then I have to take a good look at it. This is the first time I've seen such a large project."

Apart from the time he built the house, Zhang An had never seen any blueprints, especially the construction design drawings for such a large project.

After the little guy ate three sweet potatoes, he couldn't eat any more. There were about four or five left, and they all went into the stomachs of the two.

"It's delicious, but it's too small. I can't eat it enough. I have to get some to take back and bake it myself when I want to eat it."

After sharing the potatoes and sweet potatoes, Chen Ze still felt a little unsatisfied.

"The cellar is full of big ones. Go and get as many as you need later."

These are not meant to be given to little ones, so Wang Fang specially chose the small one.

And if it is too big, it will definitely not fit in these two layers of furnace rings.

"Come on, see if the one I chose is suitable."

Chen Ze washed his dirty hands before taking out a thick stack of drawings from his bag.

"Tsk tsk, it's worthy of being a big hotel. The design drawings alone are so thick."

Zhang An had seen design drawings from Li Hongbin, but they were always several pages or dozens of pages long. This was the first time he had seen one as thick as a book.

"But I don't understand this either, so just look at the renderings."

"It's on the last few pages. Just turn to the back."

As Chen Ze spoke, he flipped back to the last few pages.

"Wow, this light looks beautiful, but it doesn't look like a big hotel, it looks more like an inn."

Zhang An took a closer look and found that the house on the drawing was really beautiful.

But it is completely different from the big hotels in the city. Instead, it is more like an inn in a TV drama.

"Yes, I plan to build one like this, so that it won't look out of place in the overall look of the village. If I just build a building directly, it will look out of place in the whole village."

Chen Ze nodded calmly. This was something his friend had strongly recommended, and he himself also had ideas in this regard.

"You have a point. This picture looks really good. It depends on how it turns out."

I have to say that after seeing the picture, Zhang An has already started looking forward to Chen Ze building it quickly.

"Don't worry, I'm going to let Lao Li do it. His company is professional in this area."

Chen Ze has known Li Hongbin for many years and trusts their company very much in this regard.

After putting away the drawings, Chen Ze asked Zhang An for a basket very impolitely, and then went into the cellar and filled a basket with sweet potatoes.

"You idiot, I advise you to go back and choose again. It's not that I don't want to give it to you, but this one is too big and simply not tasty."

Looking at Chen Ze picking up a basket of huge sweet potatoes, Zhang An immediately shook his head. It seemed that this guy was really going for the big one.

"What do you mean?"

Chen Ze didn't understand and looked at Zhang An and asked.

"These are too big. Whether you boil them or bake them, it's easy for the inside and outside to be heated unevenly. They have to be cut into several halves. Most importantly, they don't taste good. I usually chop them up directly to extract the starch."

"Is that so? Then I'll get some smaller ones."

Chen Ze also listened to the advice and went back into the cellar, picking up a basket of medium-sized things.

"Okay, how about you take a look at these?"

"It's OK. These are not too old. But when you take them back, try to get the old man to eat less. This stuff is too sweet and has a lot of sugar. The elderly can't eat too much."

Zhang An nodded again and gave a reminder.

"Don't worry, I know this. When the time comes, just let the old man eat potatoes, hahaha."

Chen Ze's family attaches great importance to this aspect.

(End of this chapter)