You're urging me to get married just for the sake of a feast?

"Jianfeng's wife, I don't like what you said. Master Chen is so handsome, if anyone wants to dump someone, he should dump someone else. And what's the matter with that job? With his cooking skills, those big restaurants will definitely be vying for him!"

"That's right, Chen Yuan's dishes are so delicious. If I had a daughter, I would want him to be my son-in-law. Just ask, which girl would be so stupid as to give up such a handsome man with such good cooking skills?"

Gossip is human nature. If someone talks about Chen Yuan's gossip, they will immediately become the target of public criticism.

Now Chen Yuan has a very high status in the minds of many women in Chen Village. After all, he is the man who conquered their stomachs.

Jianfeng's wife was scolded like this, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. I guess she will never dare to gossip again in the future.

Chen Yuan returned home and took down the things on the electric donkey.

Suddenly remembered that he had bought a gas stove, but had not yet filled it with gas.

He rode his bike to buy a barrel of gas.

After going back and forth for several times, I finally added almost all the daily necessities at home.

Gurgle...

My stomach started to rebel. As a village banquet chef with god-level cooking skills, I actually let my internal organs suffer. It was really Amitabha! Sin! Sin!

I have the skill of cooking, so I have to reward myself well!

Cook the rice, open the new iron pot, cook two dishes and a soup casually, enjoy the meal alone, go back to bed and lie down to watch short videos, and the beautiful day passed quickly.

…

Time passed quickly, like a white horse passing by, and a week passed in a blink of an eye. It was the day when Chen Yuan built a tombstone for his parents.

On this day, my uncle's family came to help.

My aunt picked a basket of farm vegetables she grew from the vegetable garden early.

The vegetables grown by myself are fertilized with farm fertilizer, which is many times more delicious than the greenhouse vegetables bought outside.

Chen Yuan's family's fields were all given to his uncle to cultivate. Now that Chen Yuan wanted to return to the countryside to develop, his uncle and his family wanted to return the fields to him.

But Chen Yuan refused, saying that he didn't know how to farm, when to sow and when to harvest.

To be honest, they didn't even know which field belonged to their family.

Later, Chen Yuan just said that he could take care of the vegetable garden next to his old house when the time came, and the ones farther away would be left to his uncle and his family to cultivate as before.

Chen Yuan's several acres of paddy fields are now used by his uncle and his family to grow lotus roots, and the income from selling lotus roots alone is tens of thousands of yuan a year.

Chen Jianjun dug a basket of lotus roots from the lotus root field. They were as thick as an adult's arm. After being dug out of the mud and washed with clean water, they were white and tender, and adorable.

In addition, his uncle also pulled back half a basket of lotus stems.

The lotus stems were finger-sized, with a hint of light yellow in white, and straight trunks. If they were made into a spicy and sour lotus stem dish, it would be a great condiment for rice.

Chen Yuan's mind was full of those recipes, and his saliva was secreted.

His cousin Chen Ping caught a rooster and wanted to slaughter it in front of Chen Yuan's parents' grave for sacrifice.

During the sacrifice, Chen Yuan's aunt cried until her eyes were red, and the others also looked solemn, with fewer smiles and laughter.

The rooster's neck was cut with a knife, and the chicken blood was splashed around Chen Yuan's parents' graves.

Fruits, snacks, soup, rice, wine and meat were placed in front of the grave, and incense and candles were lit.

The uncle burned a handful of yellow paper in front of the grave and told Chen Yuan:

"Yuanzi, kneel down and kowtow to your parents, let them bless you to be smooth and safe."

"Uh."

Chen Yuan immediately knelt down and kowtowed to his parents. After a few kowtows, he thought of his parents' past and tears were circling in his eyes.

This feeling of wanting to take care of your parents but not being there can only be known by personal experience.

The master who repaired the tomb was called Gao Jianshe, a bricklayer found by Chen Yuan's uncle from a nearby village. In addition to Master Gao, there were three assistants who specialized in mixing cement slurry and carrying sand and stones.

The tomb was on the mountain and there was no road access. It could only be transported up by horses, which was extremely difficult.

The work of repairing the tomb was handed over to Master Gao and others, and Chen Yuan only had to take care of the food. They were doing physical work, so of course they had to fill their stomachs.

"Yuanzi, your sister-in-law will be responsible for lighting the fire for you today."

"Auntie will pick and wash the vegetables for you. It's because our Chen Yuan cooks so delicious dishes."

In every farmhouse in Chen Village, there is a farmhouse earthen stove. The food cooked by the firewood in the earthen stove is naturally much more delicious than that cooked by the gas stove.

Usually Chen Yuan is too lazy to light the firewood by himself, but today there are many people, so it is more convenient to cook in a big pot.

When the aunt and the daughter-in-law thought about eating the dishes cooked by Chen Yuan, they were very active and rushed to do all kinds of work.

Chen Yuan was happy and relaxed. He was only responsible for cutting vegetables and cooking.That's it.

Da, da da...

He took out the dragon head knife sent by the system, and saw the blade flashing coldly, the blade was like autumn frost, and the streamline was perfect. It was obvious that it was a good knife, which could be used for both chopping and cutting, and it was very handy to use.

Chen Yuan decided to make full use of the lotus roots sent by his uncle and make some delicious dishes.

Lotus root, also known as lotus vegetable, grows in mud but is spotless, straight inside and outside, without vines or branches, and has been loved by people since ancient times.

Chen Yuan quickly peeled off the outer coat of the lotus vegetable and cut it with a knife, which was a bit surprising.

I didn't expect that the lotus vegetable of my uncle's house was actually nine-hole. Lotus vegetables are divided into seven-hole and nine-hole, and the taste is very different.

The nine-hole lotus vegetable has a high water content, and the proportion of starch is less, and the taste is crisp and sweet.

The seven-hole lotus vegetable tastes more floury, and it is soft, glutinous and sweet after being cooked. You can pull out long thin threads in one bite. Two different kinds of lotus root, each with its own delicious taste.

And the nine-hole lotus root is more refreshing and crisp when used for cold salad.

As Chen Yuan's knife rose and fell, slices of lotus root as thin as cicada wings were cut out. The eyes of the aunt and others were straight. Watching Chen Yuan cooking was simply pleasing to the eye, just like appreciating the production process of a piece of art treasure.

"Tsk tsk, if I hadn't seen this knife skill with my own eyes, I would have thought it was a special effect."

Yang Yan stood aside, watching Chen Yuan cut vegetables, and couldn't help but take out her mobile phone.

Post a circle of friends first!

Chen Yuan put the cut lotus root slices into a basin of clean water, and added vinegar water to the clean water to prevent the lotus root slices from oxidizing and turning black.

Cut some ginger foam, green and red peppers to match the color, and then make a cold salad sauce.

The lotus root slices after blanching and boiling are crystal clear, smooth and tender, exuding a faint fragrance.

After the water is drained, pour the prepared sauce on the lotus root slices, add two drops of sesame oil, and stir well.

Add a few bay leaves as garnish, and a dish of cold lotus root slices is ready.

The color is bright and the taste is fragrant, making people want to pick up chopsticks and taste it.

While Yang Yan was cooking, she glanced at Chen Yuan with her eyes. Her cooking skills were really average and she was always disliked by her family. Now there is such an opportunity to steal the skills, how can she let it go easily?

But...

Brain: "I can do it!"

Hand: "No, you can't!"