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Chapter 119 Inviting a Seat 【Second Update】

Lan Hua'er felt that Zang Lang had no common language with her at all.

But think about it too.Zang Lang doesn't seem to care much about how exquisite the food is, as long as it can fill his stomach, he thinks it is delicious.I especially like to eat dry rice, and of course I also like to eat meat.He looks very satisfied when he can eat meat with big mouthfuls.

Seeing his gluttonousness, Lan Hua'er simply cut out a big piece from the freshly steamed radish cake.

It's not that you can't eat like this.I used to make radish cake at home, and when I didn’t want to fry it, I just steamed it and ate it.It's just that Lan Hua'er thinks that since Zang Lang likes spicy food, it probably has a stronger taste, so he should prefer fried carrot cake.

And she was just saying that she wanted to make delicious food for Zang Lang, and she didn't care about spending a little more oil.

She made it for the people in the village, so naturally she couldn't fry it.It's not that she is reluctant, it's that the family really doesn't have so much oil.

Zang Lang got the radish cake from Lan Huaer, and took it happily. First, he broke a little bit and handed it to Lan Huaer, saying:
"Little lady, you eat."

Lan Hua'er still has rice milk and radish juice on her hands, which are not very clean.She thought about washing her hands, so she let Zang Lang eat it first, and she would cut it and eat it later.

But Zang Lang looked at her, then at the cake in his hand, and directly handed it to her mouth:

"You eat first."

Lan Hua'er was taken aback by his sudden intimacy.But after all, he is a modern person, so he thought nothing of it, and Zang Lang probably didn't mean anything else, so he just ate the piece of carrot cake with Zang Lang's hand.

The taste is mixed very well, and the orchid is a little heavy, probably because of the pepper.Generally, carrot cake is not spicy.But Zang Lang seemed to like it very much.Anyway, it was made for him, and he thought it was good enough.

Lan Hua'er saw Zang Lang bowing his head and eating in silence, so she couldn't help teasing him:

"How is it? Is it delicious? Are you willing to eat like this, or are you willing to eat a pot of rice and a plate of fried radish?"

After Zang Lang heard this, he thought about it seriously, and then said in a muffled voice:

"this is delicious."

Lan Huaer immediately nodded in satisfaction.

This person can still be good, and it's not in vain for her to spend a lot of effort.If she made a fuss like this, Zang Lang would think it would be better to eat white rice, so she would only feed this man dry rice with stewed meat in the future.He didn't ask for anything anyway.

After working so hard to make something, I still hope that people who eat it will praise it.

Seeing Zang Lang eating so deliciously, Lan Hua'er was also happy.Taking advantage of Zang Lang's happy eating, Lan Hua'er quickly cut up the steamed radish cake, poured some animal oil on it, and fried the sliced ​​radish cake.

After making it, Zang Lang's eyes lit up after eating it.

Lan Huaer became proud:
"Well, this fried one is really different, right? Even the taste is very fragrant. But I really can't make this often, it's a waste of oil. If someone else finds out, it's a waste of money. You protected it like that before Me, I just made something delicious for you. It won’t be so easy to eat in the future.”

Zang Lang followed and said "delicious", and then said with some melancholy:
"I won't be able to eat it often in the future."

Lan Hua'er felt that this person was really funny. At the beginning, he obviously told him not to cook, but now he started to feel melancholy again.But Zang Lang is not a person who knows how to lie, if he likes it, he likes it, and if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it.Although I feel sorry for the oil, I still think the fried radish cake is delicious.

After the two of them were almost full, the pot of radish cake they made just now was almost finished.Lan Huaer could only call Zang Lang to continue working.

After doing it once, both Zanglang and Lanhuaer have become familiar with it a lot.

Especially Zang Lang, after soaking the rice, he enthusiastically beat the rice into rice milk, and then squatted by the side to watch the orchids make carrot cake.With a look of "I want to try too" on his face, Lan Hua'er was so frightened that he hurriedly drove him to the back mountain to catch fish and rabbits.

"If Ah Lang can even learn how to cook, then what do you need me to do?"

Orchid is still talking to herself like this.

Because it's still summer, things like radish cake can't be stored for too long, Lan Hua'er even thought about putting it in a bucket and throwing it into the water to float.However, this method still cannot fully serve as a refrigerator, so it can only be prepared one day before the banquet, and everything will be eaten the next day.

On the day of the banquet, almost all the men in the village were invited—some people had too many men in their homes and no one came to help, so naturally they only received one invitation.As for who to send over to eat the mat, that is the business of their own people in the family.

Lan Hua'er asked Zang Lang to move the radish cakes to Lan Du's house in batches early in the morning.

Those radish cakes had already been cut, and they were piled up thickly and packed in a big wooden barrel, and they were actually very heavy.Lan Hua'er tried it, but her thin arms and legs were too thin to carry her.

Zang Lang could easily pick up two buckets and half-run to deliver them to Lan Du's house.

Because there were too many carrot cakes, and Zang Lang couldn't finish them all in one trip.Fortunately, Lan Du's house is not far away.

After all the radish cakes in the house were moved, Lan Huaer locked the door of the house and went to find Fang Ning Ai early to see if there was anything she could do to help.

This is the first time Lan Huaer has seen so many people crowding in front of the stove, swinging a huge pot with meat or vegetables stir-fried in it.Someone was washing and chopping vegetables beside him, very busy.

It would be strange if the dishes cooked in this way tasted so good.But those aunts are used to cooking. Although they can't cook very delicately, as long as they are cooked well and the taste is not too bad, they can handle it.

Lan Hua'er finally found Fang Ning'ai among a group of aunts, and quickly squeezed past, knelt down and asked:
"Aning, do you want to help?"

Fang Ningai probably had never experienced such a busy kitchen before, and she was almost dizzy.I was stunned for a moment before I saw Lan Huaer, then I reached out to wipe the sweat from my forehead and said:
"There are enough people, but it's a bit messy. There are only two pots here, and one pot is burning at Mrs. Lin's house. This place is too small for people to stand up, so I can only borrow the space over there. You are too young, you can’t turn over the pot right now. If you have free time, come over and help wash the vegetables. Hey, what am I doing to burn beans, I’m so crazy to peel them.”

Lan Hua'er looked up and looked around, and had to agree with Fang Ningai's statement.

In fact, the room was quite big, and there were two stoves built together, but it couldn't withstand the fact that there were too many people, and they were all crowded together, as if it was hard to breathe.

Those woks for cooking are two or three times bigger than the ones used by Lan Hua'er at home. If you don't have strong hands, you can't turn them around.Lan Hua'er took a visual inspection and felt that with her height, she had to move a small bench to find that height, let alone overturn the pot or something.

Moreover, with so many people walking around in a hurry, there were constant knocking sounds of pots, pans and pans.

Lan Hua'er quickly squatted down next to Fang Ning'ai, picked up a pile of beans, and began to help tear off the old silk on both sides.While tearing up, ask:

"What about Lan Alang?"

"A'Du and Yan Dalang went to the field. They said they were going to see the field first, and then they went to the village to bring back the table and chairs that they agreed to borrow. Anyway, their men can't help at home. If you're busy, it's better to do some rough and heavy work, so that you can get things done quickly."

Fang Ningai had probably never experienced such a hectic scene, her entire forehead was covered with sweat.But there was a smile on his face, and he didn't feel hard work at all.After thinking about it, he said:
"Juju is at Mrs. Lin's side. I can just watch here, and I have to trouble her to watch me over there. Alas, I didn't expect that it would be such a trouble to invite a table. It's not like I haven't invited it before, but I don't need it." Do it yourself. Ah, I’m not doing it myself now, I’m just doing it as a favor... If I want to do it myself, I’m sure I’ll pass out and I can’t do anything.”

Lan Hua'er was beside her to comfort her:

"If you want me to make such a big mat, I can't do it. I only made carrot cake at home yesterday, and I had to ask Ah Lang to help me. I don't have the strength to beat rice into rice milk by myself. Yes. If it weren’t for Alang, this would never have been done.”

As soon as Fang Ningai heard it, she laughed and asked in a low voice:
"Alan, what delicious food did you do? I saw Zang Alang moving back and forth today. I've been busy since early in the morning, so I don't have time to go and have a look. Oh, it's such a mess here, The oily smoke is heavy, and I feel full when I smell it."

There was a lot of voices in the kitchen, and Lan Hua'er got close, and finally heard what Fang Ningmei was talking about, and nodded in agreement.

"It's nothing, the pastry made by radish is refreshing to eat. You can save some to try when the time comes. If you like it, I will make it later. Sigh, I didn't expect that it would be so busy to hire a mat."

The two of them were chatting and doing things together, but they didn't find it very boring.

After Zang Lang finished moving the radish cakes, he followed him to move the tables and stools in front of the village and behind the village. After tossing and tossing until the afternoon, the mats were officially ready to start.

I don't know where Lan Du came from, but he even went to the town to buy some wine.The people outside gathered together, and after a while, loud shouts came from the banquet.

Lan Hua'er, Fang Ningai, and Guan Ju were unwilling to attend the table, so the three picked some vegetables and cut some radish cakes, and hid behind the room to eat by themselves.

Guan Ju sighed and said to them:
"Originally, I thought that after I settled down, I would open a mat in the village, which would be considered a big gift. But now that I look at it like this, it is such a trouble to just ask for a mat. I don't want to move any more for the time being. .”

(End of this chapter)