Song Tan Jishi

The temperature dropped sharply after nightfall, and it became increasingly chilly standing in the empty yard.

However, no one in the group was willing to go inside to warm themselves by the fire, so much so that Wulan felt embarrassed and kept urging:

"Come inside and sit down. Come inside and get warm. Don't get cold."

"No, no!" Lao Li was pacing in the yard, and inadvertently walked around to the kitchen door, and then couldn't help but take a deep breath:

"There must be green onions in this fish. It's so fragrant!"

Another person came over at some point and was staring at the kitchen with a longing look on his face: "Why do I smell a sour smell... What dish is it? It looks familiar."

Xiao Du didn't hold back, and followed Lao Zhu as he wandered over to the side. Then he pretended to be casual and turned to the side. At the same time, he said casually: "The smell of green tomatoes. When the weather is hot in the summer, use it to stir-fry the fish fillets. Special meal."

As soon as he said this, several people who were originally seduced by the aroma of the kitchen turned to stare at him.

By chance, they saw Party Secretary Xiao Zhu walking slowly from outside, so everyone's faces dropped, the corners of their lips twitched, and their whole expressions became depressed:

"Xiaojun, tell me about you. You have been running around in our compound since you were a child. In my heart, you are just like my own granddaughter. Why do you still favor one over the other?"

"That's right, Xiaojun. When you were a kid, you played ball with someone and knocked over my dining table. Did I say anything? You can't have good things and only think about Lao Zhu!"

"That's right! You're young, don't be shackled by blood. What's so good about Lao Zhu? You see, he doesn't even recognize you when he comes..."

"He doesn't even care about you..."

What what what?

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, looked confused, and quickly defended: "Why do you favor one person over another? I don't!"

I can’t even admit it!

Lao Wang pointed at Lao Zhu who was spinning around looking at the sky and the earth:

"Just when we were smelling it here, he immediately said it smelled like green tomatoes... Tell me, how could he know it if he hadn't eaten it before?"

Ah this.

Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, looked at Lao Zhu - you are not living up to expectations!

Lao Zhu said confidently: "Why, you didn't eat green tomatoes when you were young? I did? I can recognize them. I don't forget my roots. What's wrong?"

This excuse was so lame, even the smile on his lips was so arrogant.

Everyone stared for a while, then suddenly turned their attention to Xiao Du beside him, and then ordered: "You all recognize Xiao Du's figure and face! When he comes back to collect the express, you can follow him, as long as it is sent from here. Yes, you can just unpack it for me. If you unpack the things, we will all share them, so we won’t take him with us!”

This is of course a joke. If anyone can dismantle express delivery on the mountain like this, there will really be problems.

But Lao Zhu knew that even if these gangsters didn't demolish it on the spot, they would still gather around his yard and watch him demolish it.

He was so full of hatred all of a sudden that even when he thought about the future, he felt scared.

At this moment, he was staring at his granddaughter, his eyes full of asking for help.

What can be said?

Xiaozhu, the party secretary, was helpless, so he had no choice but to pick up two wine bottles:

"Do you smell the fragrance?"

…

Tonight, the large round table in Lao Song's house that could accommodate 30 people was once again lifted and placed on the table, and then it was full.

It was full of people and full of dishes.

When the seventh cousin washed his hands and brought the last dish on the way, the entire turntable made an overwhelming sound.

Everyone stared at the big basin in front of them - they had eaten a lot of farm food, but none of them were really as simple as this.

Look, serving dishes depends on the basin!

There are a few small pots dotted here and there, all of which are fish they caught - there is no way, the species are scattered, and it is impossible to put together a big pot.

Everyone sat reservedly, trying to retain some dignity as guests. However, being overwhelmed by the aroma of various kinds of cooking, it was like having a Sun Wukong stuffed in my stomach, causing overwhelming greed.

Song Youde was invited here again tonight, and after several rejections, he successfully sat on the table - because Song Tan said:

"Grandpa, you are the elder. I will serve the rice here for you. You can just sit down at the table."

Who wants the seat to be in the narrowest position due to distribution reasons?

And the little old man was able to drink the drink he had dreamed of tonight while the guests were here. It was so beautiful that he couldn’t give it up. It was rare that he didn’t have stage fright to say a kind word:

"Um... I wish the Party Secretary well. I treat him as one of my own family members. You are all my own family members here. Don't think it's rough! Just eat it. If you can't reach it, I can just stand up and pick it up!"

"Okay, okay! Good, okay!"

Everyone nodded again and again, wondering why we had to talk for so long while eating? After some routine humility, the guest Lao Zhu finally took the first chopstick!

At this moment, it was as if the tiger opened the gate and the rice bowl became a spirit.

Especially these 10 new people.

The five old people looked quite old, but their movements should not be underestimated. They showed off their dishes in all directions with great vigor. It’s as if I’ve never had enough food at home, and everyone watching is frightened!

What's even more ferocious are the relatives they brought with them. They all have slim waists and long legs, upright bodies, and are meticulous and considerate in their words and actions... They helped out a lot in the yard this afternoon.

Ulan also thought to himself: Although they look upright, they are all gentlemen.

But now this gentle man is quick with his skills and dances with chopsticks like a tiger. The rice cooked by the Seventh Cousin is so delicious that you can't wait to have three mouthfuls in a bowl, even the chopsticks are dazzling!

When it comes to eating, no one has an advantage over them! Being fast, accurate and ruthless is simply a basic skill.

Ouch! Ouch! Seeing this posture, the old Song family was stunned, and now they couldn't help but tremble with fear——

If you just eat it like this, can you taste it? Don’t overeat it by swallowing it whole!

Qiaoqiao, who was sitting by the door, also opened her mouth wide. After talking for a long time, she finally got up: "I'm going to get the stomach and digestive tablets..."

Everyone looked at Song Tan asking for help. Xiao Zhu, the party secretary beside him, had already lowered his head, only wishing that he was not an ostrich.

Hey, it’s a shame that no one knows his identity, this eating appearance is... embarrassing!

Song Tan stood up, picked up a bottle of wine from the table and took off the lid:

"Come on, don't just eat. I'll pour you some wine."

Everyone's movements slowed down.

The next moment, the wine bottle was taken over by Xiao Zhu, the party secretary:

"I'll come, I'll come. You are a thin-skinned master. You don't know what my grandpa and the others can do just to drink... I'll at least ensure that everyone has enough."

Her attitude was firm, and Song Tan let go. Then he saw Party Secretary Xiao Zhu gathering the wine glasses together on the table.

It's not that she doesn't want to go around the table to pour it, it's just that the wine is so fragrant and tempting! If you pour it next to the seat, I'm afraid the glass in front of everyone will be empty again.

And when the aroma spread, everyone sat there and stared at the wine bottle, fearing that one of the exclusive two-liang small wine glasses would be dissatisfied.

Update two, good afternoon.