Song Tan Jishi

It's really not enough to hold a basket of radishes and cabbage.

 A dozen pig-killing banquets have been held, so there is no need to dig and search about it.

Song Tan sighed and waved his hand: "Qiao Qiao, this is a class reunion for you, and your children are also responsible for hosting it. You can prepare the souvenirs yourself - not tea, not pork, but you can take care of the rest yourself. Let’s do it.”

 “Okay!” Qiaoqiao was instantly happy: “I’m going to pick vegetables now!”

 Apparently, he has put his heart and soul into it.

Looking at his back as he ran away, Song Tan suddenly felt sad about raising a son.

 Tut.

But Lu Chuan looked away, and a faint smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

Probably only with the support of such relatives, a [child] with a weak mind like Qiao Qiao can shine with such splendid glory.

 …

　　The sun was so warm at noon in winter, and everyone had eaten and drank enough, so it was inevitable that they would feel a little out of spirits.

At this time, the old Song family was tidying up the yard, and several well-dressed young men were sweeping the floor with big brooms, so that everyone walked from the yard to the outside, and finally ended up on the asphalt road with no people and no cars. Wandering around.

  The folks who came to help clean up the kitchen finished cleaning up and then went home. Some people decided to wait until there were not so many guests in the old Song family tomorrow to talk about it in detail.

Netizens looked at the bamboo forest in the distance with the rustling wind, then at the vegetable patch downhill that was no longer springlike, and at the two conspicuous white greenhouses in the middle...

 Finally, he moved his eyes to the yellow clay stove in front of him.

If I remember correctly, since they finished all the vegetables at noon today, there is actually quite a lot of rice left...

 Brother No. 1 on the list swore for five hundred years that he had eaten enough at lunch.

but…

 He cleared his throat: "Then what... have you ever eaten rice balls?"

“It’s not the kind of rice **** sold outside that are filled with meat floss and stuffing, but the kind made in big pots in rural areas.”

Hold the soft rice and the crispy rice dumplings in the palm of your hand, and squeeze your hands together to make an authentic rice ball.

Dip some white sugar for those who like sweets, and wrap some fermented bean curd or pickles in it for those who don’t like sweets.

No matter how hard it is, chewing the original taste still has the sweetness of rice grains.

 When he described it like this, several people present silently touched their bellies.

The two girls were so sorry that they almost burst into tears: "No, stop talking. I'm still so full that I really can't even eat a bite."

 The other older men looked at each other:

“My stomach is still full, but I’m not that hungry. Even this rice is just sitting there for nothing, it’s a waste...”

“That’s right, whoever shoveled the thinner side of the pot into pieces and didn’t pick it up, there’s still a lot of it.”

“Yeah, I’m not very hungry, but this rice is really fragrant. I think it’s fine if I take a small piece and eat it slowly…”

“I’m okay. I feel that eating these hawthorn pills is very helpful for digestion. After a while, I won’t feel anything in my stomach. I should be able to take another one…”

“I like salty food. I wonder if I can put some pickles and hot sauce in it...”

As everyone talked, they moved towards the stove in unison.

However, before they could lift the lid of the pot, they saw several men striding over with hoes: "Come on, come on, we have to eat today, but we can't do nothing! What did I say about this stove just now?" Are you packing up?"

“Xiao Zhu, please stand aside and have a rest. I feel like you are busy today. My ears are also very tired. We can just do this rough work.”

"That won't work! We haven't done any rough work or fine work since we came here today, so why are we sharing so much? Come on, come on, I remember the chef's request just now - I'll give you this rag, and we'll put this iron pot on Lift it up."

"You guys just smash this earthen stove. The aunts said that the village has recently tightened the inspection, and it is easy for satellites to detect smoke when burning a fire here."

 It should be placed in the past. After the pot is removed, the earthen stove will collapse on its own within two days. In a few days, the wind and sun will turn it into a pile of soil. There is no need to clean it up at all.

 But now that environmental monitoring is strict, even if it is a small matter, it won’t be a big deal, so maybe it’s better to clean it up!

 It also saves them trouble.

Several people are about to take action as they say this. Brother No. 1 has just laid the emotional foundation for five hundred years, and the food has not even reached his mouth. How can he tolerate it?

At this moment, he quickly stepped forward: "Brother, brother, it's not urgent, it's not urgent." He opened the lid of the pot, "Look, there is half of the rice in each pot."

As soon as the lid of the pot was lifted, several arrogant young men instantly lost their fighting ability.

 They put the rags back on the stove. Now staring at the pot of rice, the rough man clapped his hands, a little embarrassed:

 “I can’t eat any more of this.”

 “You can eat it, you can eat it!” Five hundred years old patted their bellies, as if they had a ripe watermelon in them.

At this moment, he vowed: "We ate the big hawthorn pills, and now we are almost done eating. We can still take another bite."

The people who are saying this are all the old men. This rice is so delicious. If they could eat it, they would want to take a bite of it!

 Everyone looked at each other and opened the lids of the remaining two pots again - well, there is still rice left!

So there was no need to worry anymore, just a few people picked up the shovels and started working.

 With a big slap, an irregular rice ball came out.

But this time you have to remember it and not wolf it down. You have to eat delicious food like this slowly to pass the time and satisfy your stomach.

While everyone was squatting on the curb, taking small bites of rice balls, Secretary Wang also strolled out and was stunned for a moment when he saw this.

Fortunately, he and the leader conducted private interviews incognito. If he really brought the media here like the city leaders, you think these people would just squat here and eat rice balls...

 How this tarnishes the image!

 After all, they were all from Ningcheng. Secretary Wang was happy for a while. Seeing that the leader was still talking to a few old men, he was also a little ready to make a move.

 He walked forward in a few steps: "Where are the rice dumplings?"

Isn’t that just eating rice balls?

Wubaini stood up and was about to say a polite word: "Would you like to come too?"

 Then he looked at the pot subconsciously.

Just now, the dozen or so of them just shoveled away the remaining rice in the pot, and now they have no choice but to give it to them.

 Fortunately, Secretary Wang was sharp and could roughly understand it by looking at their expressions and then looking at the empty pot.

At this moment, he shook his head: "I won't eat, I won't eat, I can't eat anymore - don't you really feel full?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of him suddenly covered his stomach in pain.

 “Ouch…”

Good night.