Courtyard: Complain first at the beginning

Chapter 64 The third uncle comes to have a meal

Xu Damao's voice came from outside,

"What are you doing, Miss Xiaotang? Open the door quickly! I found what you want."

Zhao Xiaotang quickly put down his chopsticks and put some dishes back into the space. He checked them briefly before running to open the door.

"Hey! Brother Damao is so fast! Have you eaten?"

"No, you are hiding at home alone and cooking hot pot! It seems that I am quite lucky."

Xu Damao smelled the smell of hot pot at the door. He opened the door and saw that it was really like this inside. He walked in without anyone else and said with a smile,
"It's better to rush early than to rush it in time. Let's eat something together. There are so many dishes today that I can't finish them all by myself."

Zhao Xiaotang didn't mind, and happily went to get a pair of bowls and chopsticks and put them on the table. Out of habit, he got a sesame oil dish, which contained sesame sesame oil, minced garlic, chopped green onion, and some crushed peanuts.

"You are eating too much!"

Xu Damao has also eaten a lot of hot pot, but he has never tasted a bowl with this flavor.
Xu Damao curiously picked up the bowl and smelled it and said in surprise,
"If you don't like it if you try it, there's tahini and peanut butter."

Only then did Zhao Xiaotang remember, Xu Damao waved his hand and said:

"Hey! It's all the same. We are in a new society now and we have to be brave enough to try everything. Today I'm going to eat this bowl full of oil."

Before I finished speaking, I had already picked out a piece of spicy tender beef and put it in the pot to scald.

"This girl put too much chili pepper. My mother said it's not good for you girls to eat too much chili pepper. You should take it easy!"

While Xu Damao was waiting, he saw a bowl of chopped red rice pepper on the table and said with surprise,

He glanced sideways at Zhao Xiaotang's oil bowl. The inside of the good guy was bright red, and he had obviously bitten some hot pot oil in the bowl.

"Hehe! When eating hot pot, you just have to taste it. It's spicy enough to be enjoyable, isn't it? You can try this quail egg, it's very delicious."

Zhao Xiaotang laughed twice and said, then he picked up the vegetables and started eating.
"My little life is going well! Tell me about this mutton, beef, tell me, what are you doing? If you can, help me buy some."

After eating two chopsticks of beef, Xu Damao asked curiously while chewing,

"You also know my current situation. I don't have much ability. It's all my classmates who help me. Of course, some of them are my parents' former colleagues. They saw that my life was difficult and helped me. Otherwise, I wouldn't know what to do with my life. How's it going?"

Zhao Xiaotang's lips were red from the heat. He didn't expect Xu Damao to say this, so he just lied casually.
It doesn’t matter whether the person on the other side believes it or not? Anyway, she would not admit that she was capable of finding these supplies.
This is where Xu Damao's emotional intelligence is high. He always stops everything when asked. Seeing Zhao Xiaotang say this, he stopped the topic and started talking about other things.
The two of them were eating, but unexpectedly the third uncle came after smelling the smell.

Hearing the knock on the door, both of them put down their chopsticks. Xu Damao glanced at the door and raised his eyebrows and said:

"This is definitely the third uncle coming."

"Are you so sure?"

Zhao Xiaotang actually had some guesses, but he didn't drink, so what excuse could he make?

It's hard to keep silent when someone comes to the door at home, so you can go over and open the door. Sure enough, the old man wearing glasses in front of you is not the third uncle, or someone else?

"Xiaotang! How are you doing without the third uncle coming to see you for so long? I just saw Xu Damao coming to your place. When I saw you guys having dinner, I thought you definitely didn't have any wine to entertain him, so I brought a bottle. Come here, you have to have wine to entertain the guests." Zhao Xiaotang really wanted to slap the person in front of him away, even to the sky.

"Hey! I'd like to thank Third Uncle for worrying about it, but how can you drink alcohol while eating at Miss Xiaotang's house? This is too outrageous, so let's forget it!"

Before Zhao Xiaotang could speak, Xu Damao, who turned around and looked at him, spoke. No matter how Zhao Xiaotang listened, he felt a strange yin and yang feeling.
"Third uncle, forget about drinking! If you haven't eaten, I'll just add a pair of chopsticks."

Zhao Xiaotang didn't say any hurtful words to push people away. After all, he was from the same courtyard. Some things were unnecessary, and if the person in front of him took advantage of it, it would be good for him.

So Zhao Xiaotang became generous and let people in. He went to the kitchen to get dishes and chopsticks, and washed a cabbage and soaked vermicelli.
Xu Damao watched the third uncle come in with a smile and sit down next to him.

"Taste the scent of the fine osmanthus."

"Come on, you can ascend to heaven after drinking that wine, but I'm not that lucky."

"How can you talk? Forget it if you don't drink. I'll enjoy it alone."

Xu Damao's words made the third uncle, who took out two small wine glasses from his bag and was about to pour him wine, blush. After hearing clearly, he even said angrily,

'Isn't it just right to have some water? How can it be that serious? He is really a young man who doesn’t know how to live his life. '

The third uncle cursed in his heart, looking at the red soup boiling in the pot, swallowing hard.

Xu Damao didn't like the other person's character. He glanced at him leisurely and took out a piece of meat in the bowl with his chopsticks.
The third uncle wanted to say, 'Why are you so unruly? Look, your chopsticks almost emptied the pot. '

As if on purpose, Xu Damao stretched out his hand to grab another chopstick before eating the meat in the bowl.

The third uncle just watched helplessly, his mouth kept moving and he couldn't help it anymore.
Zhao Xiaotang came in with bowls and chopsticks in one hand and a small pot of vegetables in the other.
"Third uncle, these are your bowls and chopsticks. You can eat whatever you like. Since it's hot pot, I won't greet you."

"No, no, you're so polite. I'll do it myself. Sit down and eat."

The third uncle happily hurried over to the big bowl and took the chopsticks. His body had already returned to his position flexibly while he was still talking. When Zhao Xiaotang put down the dishes and sat down to pick up the chopsticks,
The third uncle's bowl was already full. He had no choice but to put all the other vegetables that had not yet been cooked into the pot.
"Well! Today's life is better! You young people are the ones who know how to eat it. Thinking about it a few decades ago when I was your age, it's really hard to recall."

The third uncle ate a piece of meat in his mouth, but he still couldn't tell what kind of meat it was, but it didn't stop him from expressing his feelings at this time.

"Of course, people have to look forward, and society is also developing forward. Now we feel that this meal is a rare delicacy. In a few decades, maybe every household will eat it."

Zhao Xiaotang put a piece of old tofu in a bowl and said,

I kept thinking that it would be great if there were soft tofu.
"I believe that everything is advanced, but would it be too exaggerated to say that in a few decades this dish will not be rare?"

The third uncle's face was so hot that he couldn't bear to put down his chopsticks. When he heard Zhao Xiaotang's words, he said with some disbelief,
"Don't believe it. I won't talk about the past or the future. As far as I know, some people really look down on our food at the dinner table.
Just like that Lou Bancheng knows about it! Even the dishes on this table can't be put on their table, and those dishes that can be put on their table are all without a lack of effort..."

Xu Damao continued to brag while eating. His mother worked as a nanny at Lou Bancheng's house.
He was a big capitalist. Lou Bancheng was his nickname. In this area of ​​the capital, people called him Bancheng. Can you imagine how rich his family must be? Only then can it be called half the city, which means that half of the capital belongs to the family. It may be an exaggeration, but the family can definitely deserve this title.

Xu Damao had been there several times when he was a child. As the son of a servant, he certainly couldn't go to someone's house to be a guest, but he had also seen plates of exquisite dishes in the kitchen.
He also took a few bites of the leftovers that the host had not finished eating. He would never forget the taste.

Later, because he was older and he was a man, his mother didn't let him go to the master's house. This was also to avoid suspicion.

(End of this chapter)