The late Ming Dynasty in the living room

Chapter 8 The incident of Old Man Zhao eating alone

These refugees have really not seen oil and water for many years.

So when the aroma from the pot overflowed, the group of people finally ignored their distress and stretched their necks one by one to look into the pot.

The sophomores, seniors, and Liu Ji are tightly united around the second-in-command, Old Man Zhao. Now they are all asking Old Man Zhao: When can we eat it?

It feels so uncomfortable to sit here and smell it but not eat it.

Old Man Zhao swallowed his saliva. In fact, he also wanted to ask Young Master Fang this question, but he resisted and refused to ask.

Because he, Zhao Youcai, is now a leader. Isn't it a loss of face to be impatient for stuttering?

But... Old Man Zhao suddenly had an idea and stood up hurriedly, saying: "Let me give everyone a taste!"

Tasting the saltiness and saltiness is something that should be done. After all, Fang Yu is not in the kitchen, so he almost forgot that there is such a link.

Fang Yu nodded, and Old Man Zhao rushed to the iron pot in three steps under the envious eyes of everyone.

He first picked up a spoon and scooped up a large spoonful of thick soup, took a few puffs and "tasted" it.

fragrant!It’s really fragrant!It is not only fragrant but also very fresh (the ingredients of instant noodles contain a variety of spices and extracted essences). After a few mouthfuls of it, Mr. Zhao felt that the umami soup he drank in restaurants when he was young could be used to make pig food.

After Old Man Zhao finished drinking, he subconsciously wanted to take another spoonful. When he put the spoon into the pot, he remembered that everyone was looking at him.

The action of scooping the soup immediately turned into stirring. While stirring, he pretended to smack his lips and said: "Hmm... the saltiness is suitable, but the taste is not yet fully absorbed. I think it can be simmered for a while."

"Besides, I'll try this meat too, old man."

As he spoke, his eyes had already spotted a piece of meat, which was two fingers wide. Old Man Zhao moved quickly, and his spoon accurately captured it in the churning hot pot.

"Ah, it turns out to be beef."

Old Man Zhao took two bites before he could tell the difference. Because the Ming Dynasty strictly controlled the killing of cattle, it had been a long time since the last time he ate beef.

Old man Zhao chewed carefully, feeling the unique fatness and tenderness of the beef, and closed his eyes unknowingly...

"Brother Zhao! Is it salty enough? Can it be eaten?"

Suddenly he heard someone calling him. Old Man Zhao looked back and saw that they were sophomores and seniors in high school.

The two brothers looked eager and shouted the word "Xiandan" very prominently.

Old man Zhao thought to himself that he had forgotten the truth that the boss should not eat alone. He immediately smiled and waved: "I can't taste the food accurately by myself. You two and Liu Ji will come over and help me taste it." "

Old man Zhao could just take two bites by himself, but now three more people rush over to him. Is this a taste of saltiness?

Do you think we are stupid?

The refugees who had been watching eagerly were not happy now. Some people shouted at Mr. Zhao, and some people had already stood up, saying that they also wanted to go over to "have a taste of salt."

A Xiu, who had been holding back tears for a long time, burst into tears. She took Fang Yu's hand and revealed the hypocrisy of these adults in one breath: "Dad, I also want to eat meat."

Fang Yu now understood that Old Man Zhao was eating alone. You see, it has already caused public outrage.

Fang Yu hurriedly walked over to stop Old Man Zhao from such bad behavior.

He also asked them to help cut the noodles (it has become larger and needs to be boiled and peeled), and later he asked them to distribute bowls of noodles to the refugees.

"You guys will be the last to eat later. When you finish sharing it with them, you can eat it yourself."

Fang Yu gave the three young people a small warning, and then pulled out Old Zhao alone and told him the truth that leaders should "worry about the refugees first, and enjoy the refugees later."

"At least it can't be too obvious." Fang Yu finally said.

It's impossible for these ancient people to achieve equality for everyone, and don't expect to eliminate any privileges. In this case, not only will the people below not feel equality, but they will also feel particularly confused.

The leader should eat meat, but don't forget to let them drink soup... That's about it.This was just a small episode. Once a bowl full of shaved noodles was in their hands, the refugees immediately stopped and went to find a place to make noodles.

There was a sound of yelling in the camp, sometimes mixed with their exclamations.

"Come on, come on! Why is this meat cut into such large pieces? It's so chewy."

"How do you make this sausage? It looks like chicken and pork, it's so spicy!"

"This noodle is chewy and there is not a grain of sand in it. This soup..."

Fang Yu also sat with Axiu with a bowl of noodles. He watched Axiu quickly finish the meat stick like a little hamster, then took out his own portion and put it in her bowl. inside.

Axiu was very happy, but after thinking about it, she took it back and said, "Dad, you want to eat too, and you also want to eat with Axiu."

Fang Yu pushed away and revealed quietly: "Actually, Uncle Liuji added three sticks to my bowl, and two more sticks were hidden under the noodles. You eat first, and I will give you another stick after you finish."

Axiu giggled after hearing this, and quickly came over with small chopsticks, and opened the noodles in Fang Yu's bowl. Sure enough, there were two beef sticks hidden underneath, and they were two very thick sticks.

Now she could eat with confidence.

After arriving at the refugee camp in the afternoon, Fang Yu washed Axiu's face and braided her hair. Now she looked like a very beautiful little girl.

Compared to other refugees, Axiu's face actually still has a little baby fat, and it feels soft when pinched. Alas... This shows that her parents love her like a treasure and give her everything they can. Keep it.

Until the end of life.

"Buy her a new dress tomorrow. If Na Dianshi comes out to cause trouble, ask Pan Shenxian to beat him up." Fang Yu thought to himself.

Now the food problem has been solved. As long as Teacher Pan grabs a handful of rice at will, it will be enough for these refugees to eat for a whole year.

So when I looked at A Xiu's clothes, which were mixed with plaster and the color could no longer be seen, I felt it was an eyesore.

There are also those refugees. Many of them have big holes in their pants, and their buttocks are exposed when they walk.

This is definitely not okay, it is offensive.

Just as Fang Yu was thinking about changing the clothes of the refugee, he saw two people walking in front of him. One of them said aggrievedly: "Fang... Mr. Fang, can you give me a bowl of noodles..."

Fang Yu:......

Standing in front of me were the two soldiers protecting the iron pot. Looking at their uncomfortable expressions, it was unclear how long they had been holding in there.

Fang Yu was really speechless. What did Old Man Zhao and his gang do? Hundreds of people sat on the ground and ate noodles, but these two people were forgotten here.

Old man Zhao is very unreliable in his work. (He himself also forgot)

Fang Yu hurriedly called to Old Zhao and shouted: "Brother Zhao, are there any noodles left in the pot? If not, cook another pot... Hey, don't eat it yet, cook the noodles first. There are still two guests here. .”

When the two soldiers heard the word "guest", they almost shed tears of grievance.

Yes, we are guests!It doesn't matter if you, the hosts, don't greet you well, why don't you even take a bite of the noodles?Is this true?

In other words, when Pang Tiande asked them to protect the pot, they were very reluctant.

They know how poor the refugees can be, and who is willing to do unprofitable work?
Unexpectedly, after arriving here, their horizons were finally opened.

This group of refugees is indeed poor, but the leader, Mr. Fang, is very rich, and he is very rich!He is richer than the county magistrate and the richest man in the county, Mr. Gong.

Look at such expensive spices and such a large piece of beef being prepared in just one meal. Who would dare to be so fussy if he didn't have a fortune?
What they can't figure out is: Why does Mr. Fang, who is so rich, want to hang out with these refugees?

The two of them scratched their scalps without thinking about it. It was really puzzling.

(End of this chapter)