Return to the era: starting from the state-owned hotel

Chapter 154 Whether to send it away or not is up to me.

Seeing that Su Siwei was too tired to talk and just wanted to eat, Su Qingfeng took over the conversation naturally and said everything he had been thinking about for the past two days.

"My parents and I thought that since our family is not very tight on money and our appearance is too eye-catching, we might as well build a better house at once."

"After the beams are installed, I will go to the tile kiln in the nearby brigade to buy some tiles, and then build a two-story shed."

This is a bit strange.

The old man sipped his wine and said, "What are you going to do with this second-story shed?"

"First lay soil, rice husks, and cinders, then make reed curtains and reed boards, and it is best to make an insulation layer."

"These things cost nothing, but Cinder has to find ways to find connections."

After hearing these words, Su Siwei took advantage of the situation and said, "Don't look for it. I have connections. I will look for someone when the time comes."

Everyone stared at him without saying a word.

Feng Sufen just couldn't hold back her words. She couldn't help but say, "When did the fourth brother know this person? Why don't we know about it?"

It's really strange. Su Siwei used to be just like a street kid, but he could always do serious things.

But thinking about it carefully, although Su Siwei seems unreliable, he can still resist and take action when encountering trouble.

The two provincial chefs who had been eating in silence couldn't help but glance at Su Siwei.

At this glance, the old man felt a little embarrassed.

He hurriedly greeted: "Master Fang, Master Xie, eat whatever you want, don't be embarrassed. Just treat it like it's at your own home. We have nothing to entertain in our small country place, so you can just take a bite."

Fang Jidong seemed a little quieter and was not very talkative.

But Xie Baolu was different. He was sociable and polite: "Isn't this considered not entertaining? Haha, old man, how did you make this bacon? Why do you think it tastes better than what I cook at home?"

Hearing this, the little old lady smiled and narrowed her eyes, "In previous years, I made all the bacon. This year's bacon was made by Qingfeng."

Xie Baolu showed an exaggerated expression, "No wonder it's so delicious! Old man and old lady, you didn't go to the state-owned hotel today, but you don't know that Xiao Su's nine-turn large intestine has made many guests greedy. Almost all the guests queuing up. The queue has to go from inside the state-owned hotel to the street..."

Su Qingfeng was a little dumbfounded when he heard this. How could it be so exaggerated?

The most important thing is that everyone in the family believes it.

Especially Feng Sufen, who used to be the most rebellious member of the family, is now Su Qingfeng's fool.

She immediately answered, "Isn't that right? Our Qingfeng's craftsmanship is famous all over the country. It's not just me. If you find a girl in a nearby village and ask her a question, she will be willing to marry our Qingfeng."

No matter how thick-skinned Su Qingfeng was, he couldn't help but complain at this moment, "Does this mean he likes me, or does he like me?"

Why does he feel that he has become a tool man?

Fang Jidong, on the other hand, did not hold back after hearing this. He first smiled, and then pretended to think deeply, "If you really meet a girl you like, seducing her with delicious food is also a way."

He spoke in a refined manner and sounded like a scholar.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Su Qingfeng's mind.

He always felt that this approach was a bit familiar, as if he had done something similar unintentionally.

Before he could react, the old lady had already narrowed her eyes with laughter.

The old lady felt happier when others praised Su Qingfeng than when they praised herself.

But she was a little regretful, "Even if we can't taste the taste of this nine-turn large intestine..."

As he was talking, Xie Baolu mysteriously took out a lunch box.

Su Qingfeng slowly typed a question mark.

This guy is really amazing. When did he secretly intercept a portion of the Nine-turn Large Intestine?
It's a pity that after such a long time, the large intestine inside has become more or less cold. Even after reheating, the large intestine is still not as delicious as when it comes out of the pot.

But for the people of the old Su family.

Even if the nine-turn large intestine is cold, it is still a delicacy in the world.

Although there are many people who dislike the strange smell of large intestine and cannot get rid of the psychological rejection, so they don't like to try it. Families with better conditions are not willing to buy this kind of pig.

It’s hard to handle, and even harder to make delicious.

But for the poor people, there is no charge for the pig to go into the water, and it is considered half meat. Occasionally, they can take some home and eat meat at home.

Su Qingfeng couldn't help but think of a saying from ancient times.

Pig intestines are a delicacy for common people and a gift to the poor.

This sentence is quite good in this era.

At this moment, Su Qingfeng suddenly understood Fang Jidong's words about using the most ordinary ingredients to make the most extraordinary dishes.

He looked at the laughing family at the dinner table, the silent but gentle grandfather, the aggressive but sensible grandma, the seemingly cynical father, the gentle but tough mother...

Including three sisters, spring, summer and autumn, eldest uncle, second uncle...

He suddenly realized that he wanted to use delicious food to record the memories of this period and the mood of this situation.

There was a soft sound from the panel.

A plate of cold nine-turn large intestine is better than the popular nine-turn large intestine freshly baked in a state-owned restaurant.

Successfully promoted to three stars.

And Samsung is already the ceiling at this stage.

As for whether the system will be upgraded in the future, I don't know.

Su Qingfeng himself did not expect that such a mysterious and mysterious opportunity would come so suddenly. Sometimes, even when he thought about it, he had an inexplicable feeling.

Putting aside the important matter on his mind, Su Qingfeng made a cornmeal bun in a few seconds, without feeling any of the discomfort he felt when he first traveled through time.

While eating, he asked, "Sister, you have been in the county theater for a while, how do you feel?"

When Yingchun talked about this, her eyes flashed, and a smile appeared on her lips, "I think it's good. Teacher Ji takes good care of me. He also said that if I perform well, I can try to play next time... Su Qingfeng nodded as he listened, held the child in his arms towards Hongying, and sat there smiling, "Now that Chun'er has become more successful, I brought some clothes and fabrics with me when I came back today. Qingfeng, your share." At most."

Su Qingfeng was a little surprised, looked at Yingchun's face, and pretended to be worried, "If I don't give it to my partner, I will give it all to me. Your partner won't be jealous, right?"

Yingchun was immediately amused. She looked lively and glared, "He dares?"

After saying that, she felt a little bad, and she whispered, "When he gives me something, I will give it to him..."

After all, Yingchun is just a 20-year-old girl, and she is still a little shy when talking about this topic.

The old lady couldn't stand it, but she couldn't bear to scold Su Qingfeng, so she could only change the topic.

"Speaking of which, has anyone been to our house at night these past two days?"

Hearing this, the tall and powerful Xie Baolu suddenly trembled all over.

No... this is such a good chat, why has the style of painting changed?

Speaking of this, the uncle nodded and said, "I've noticed it too. When we open the door of our house in the morning, there will be either a basket of pigweed, a basket of firewood, or various straw sandals. Although these things are not It costs money, but it takes time.”

"Who would spend so much effort just to please us? What do we have to please?"

Su Qingfeng smiled, "Me."

The old lady couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed and cursed, "You are the only one who knows how to be cunning and talk serious."

Su Qingfeng passed through several figures in his mind and found that there were quite a few people who could do such a thing.

It's just hard to confirm.

He didn't say anything on the face, but he was just trying to find out about this "mysterious visitor" in private.

Look at his true and false background.

……

Sujia Village.

bullpen.

After the last thrilling incident, Jiang Feng seemed to be suffering from sequelae. He almost didn't want to leave Professor Tang if he didn't have to, for fear of being attacked by someone like Ma Chenggong again.

Professor Tang looked at his appearance, feeling touched and helpless: "Xiao Feng, you don't have to be like this. I'm not old-fashioned yet, and I still need you as a child to protect me."

Jiang Feng didn't speak, but pursed his lips tightly, his eyes extremely firm, like a wolf cub that lost its pack in the wild and struggled alone.

There is a fierceness in the tenacity.

Professor Tang touched his head helplessly, "Xiao Feng, the teacher will tell you something today. Unless it is absolutely necessary, never, never resort to violent means, because it is very likely to hurt the enemy." Thousand, a measure that will cost you eight hundred."

"You are a scholar and you must live a clean life..."

Jiang Feng had heard this many times, but he didn't fully listen.

The teacher said something wrong.

He is neither a scholar nor an innocent person.

He's just a landlord's son of a bitch.

If he wants to survive, he must do whatever it takes.

If you want to live well, you have to work hard to climb up.

If he couldn't beat them, he would have been beaten to death by those soldiers a few years ago...

Seeing that Jiang Feng remained silent, Professor Tang could certainly tell what he was thinking.

This kid didn't accept his idea.

But Professor Tang could also understand. He reached out his hand and rubbed Jiang Feng's withered head.

These days, with the help of the old father and son of the Su family and Sun Xuenong, the bullpen still seems to be in tatters from the outside.

But something has changed inside.

For example, although the walls were still dusty, the kang in the room was warm.

The bedding on the kang was also thickened, and there were a few more eggs and two cans of malted milk in the cabinet.

These are all good supplements, and you can give them to others.

Professor Tang also knew that he was not in good health and needed nutritional supplements. It was useless to just search and search.

But he didn't forget the other few people in the bullpen and Jiang Feng.

So the group of people just stumbled through life in this difficult era.

They have had enough.

Compared with their old friends who were sent to other places, except for a few hiccups, their lives can be said to be going smoothly.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Feng picked up the basket and walked out.

Upon seeing this, Professor Tang said, "Are you going to deliver something to the Su family again?"

"Ah."

Professor Tang said deliberately, "People may not appreciate your stuff."

Jiang Feng said nothing and stepped forward. Before walking away, he said, "It's their business whether they like you or not. Whether I send you away or not is up to me."

Seeing that the concierge was completely closed with the sound of the door, Professor Tang shook his head in amusement, "This kid... is as stubborn as a cow..."

　It’s only 7300 today... Wuwuwu Bangbang kowtows to apologize, degenerate, too degenerate, writing less than [-] words in a day is such a waste. I stayed up a little longer at night, and now I have no more manuscripts to save. I regret it... ah Ahhhh...

　　ps: Tomorrow may not be the same time, because I will sleep in~
　　
　
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