There was a lot of hustle and bustle, smoke from the cooking stove rose up, and then it became quiet. The dinner took two hours to prepare before it was served. Of course, there were the much-anticipated mutton dumplings, and the thin-skinned, large, plump beef-filled buns, plus eight dishes and a soup.

There was no room on the kang table, so the food had to be placed on the large round wooden dining table. After everything was served, the sound of conversation came from the yard. Grandma Rong opened the door curtain and looked out, only to see a very well-matched middle-aged couple walking towards her, each holding something in their hands.

Jiang's mother: "Hello, Aunt Wanjun, we rushed over right after get off work. We're sorry to bother you with dinner."

Father Jiang: "Ever since I ate the meal you cooked last time, I have been thinking about it.

The food in the company cafeteria has suddenly become less delicious. I've been looking forward to your dinner tonight, so please don't think it's too much trouble."

As he spoke, he followed Grandma Rong into the house and handed her the gift in his hand.

"These are nothing compared to your dinner. We were in a hurry after get off work, so the supply and marketing cooperative only bought some. I'll make up for it for you next time."

Grandma Rong: "We're all family, why are we being so polite? It's a home-cooked meal, and you're welcome to eat anytime you want. I just don't know if it's what you like. Tell me what you like later, and I'll prepare it for you next time."

"We all love to eat it. As long as it's made by you, we are not picky eaters and we will be spoiled by you."

Grandpa Jiang glared at his eldest son, who wore glasses and looked like a gentleman. "Wash your hands! How can I wait for you while I swallow my saliva?"

Father Jiang rolled up his sleeves slightly and said with a smile while washing his hands, "Dad, I didn't expect you to have this side of me. It seems Aunt Wanjun's meals are very special and magical."

Grandpa Jiang snorted coldly: "You're still talking about me, why don't you just not eat, so that I can eat more."

Father Jiang wiped his hands with a handkerchief and walked towards the dining table: "That won't do. I came here specifically for this meal. Even if you are my biological father, you can't give in."

Grandma Rong set the table for everyone:

"Everyone, eat it while it's hot. We're all family, so don't be polite to me. Some of the ingredients here are brought from the village. Many of them are gifts from the villagers, so you should eat more."

Grandpa Jiang: "The locals are simple and unpretentious, but also very warm and welcoming. I'd like to eat more. Sister Wanjun, it seems that the people in your village have very good customs."

"Except for a few individuals, they have all moved away. The ones left are simple and kind, very warm and enthusiastic."

The villagers were very enthusiastic. After chasing the car, they all came to her house to find work.

Grandma Jiang picked up a small gray mushroom and put it in her mouth. After swallowing it, she immediately praised: "This mushroom is delicious. Is it also from the local mountain?"

“Well, my village is surrounded by mountains, and there are mostly larch and black pine trees. No one cuts them down, so the ecology is well maintained.

In summer or early autumn, when it rains, mushrooms appear in layers. There are small gray mushrooms, meat mushrooms, hazel mushrooms, small white mushrooms, grass mushrooms, and dragon's beard mushrooms...all local. The most common ones are pine mushrooms, but my dear and I rarely eat them. As for the reason, I won't go into details because I'm eating right now.

"tasty!"

"tasty!"

Jiang's father and mother praised at the same time.

Grandma Rong smiled and said, "If you like, take some back home. The villagers gave us a lot."

Grandpa Jiang also added: "It's true that there are a lot of people. The villagers are really welcoming and chased after the car to see us off. Mainly because Miss Wanjun is also generous and friendly to the villagers. She treated us to a wild boar feast before we came."

The 'wild boar feast' aroused the interest of the other people present, and they all looked at Grandma Rong.

"This is all thanks to Zimo. He was able to kill a wild boar and couldn't finish it all. He also received a lot of care from the villagers, so he treated everyone to a meal."

The more they talked, the better the atmosphere at the table became. It was warm and comfortable, which also gave Jiang's father and others, who were usually very busy at work, a brief break.

Rong Qing suddenly asked, "Grandpa Jiang always says that good wine goes well with good food. Would you like to drink some with Uncle Jiang?"

Grandpa Jiang immediately smiled and his brows relaxed: "Drink, drink, Qing girl, do you have any good wine?"

"Good wine? Grandma brewed it herself using the apricot blossoms from the village. I dug a few jars from under the tree when I came here. My uncle and his family also like to drink it."

Grandpa Jiang's drinking bug was immediately aroused, and he urged, "Quick, go get it for Grandpa."

Grandma Jiang was about to stop him subconsciously, but suddenly remembered that the old man was in good health now.

Rong Qing quickly took out the apricot blossom wine, opened the tightly wrapped red cloth and took out the yellow mud wine cork. The scent of apricot blossoms mixed with the aroma of wine spread out and filled the nostrils of several people.

It makes people swallow their saliva involuntarily.

Grandma Rong: "The alcohol content of this wine is not too high. It has the aroma of apricot blossoms. My sister and Shu Xin can also enjoy a small cup."

As he said this, he got off the kang and took out a set of exquisite ceramic wine glasses, handed them to several people, and poured wine for them.

Grandpa Jiang was the first to be drawn to the wine. He picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp, smacking his lips as if he was still not satisfied.

"It lasted a long time, the floral fragrance was everywhere, long and mellow, and there was no strong burning sensation in the stomach, but a sense of warmth."

Father Jiang followed closely behind. It must be said that they are indeed father and son, as his reaction was exactly the same as Grandpa Jiang's.

Rong Qing obediently poured them another glass. Grandpa Jiang drank another glass and looked at her: "Qing girl, just eat your own wine. Leave the wine pot there and we can pour our own wine."

Grandma Jiang was attracted by their performance. She picked up the wine glass and took a sip. To be honest, the taste of the wine was not that strong, and it was not pungent at all. Instead, as it soaked into the tip of the tongue, the smell of wine with the fragrance of flowers spread throughout the mouth, making people want to savor it carefully.

When the wine enters the throat, you only feel a warm feeling. It is not until it enters the stomach that you feel the initial warmth, which then continues to increase and rise, warming up the whole body.

This made Grandma Jiang unable to help but take two sips, and she really experienced what the saying "drink a glass of wine to warm your body" meant.

Grandma Jiang looked at Grandma Rong with surprise, but at the same time she felt extremely sorry. Such a wonderful person who was like a treasure was born in the wrong era. She had great abilities but had a miserable fate and experienced so many hardships.

Staying in a remote mountain village for decades?

She raised several children alone, and the key point is that each of her children is so promising, a true dragon and phoenix among men. She felt a sense of awe rising in her heart, because she knew that if she were in the same situation, she would not be able to be so capable.

Grandma Rong raised her eyes to meet hers and smiled, "You can't just drink alcohol, or your stomach won't be able to handle it. Eat more vegetables to fill it up, and don't drink too much. Although the alcohol content is low and it's not considered strong, it still has a strong aftertaste."

Grandpa Jiang and his father were chatting, eating and drinking, and they had drunk half a bottle without realizing it.

You might say that these honest men should drink strong liquor, but they really think that this apricot blossom wine is really to their taste, and the most important thing is that they don’t have to worry about getting drunk before they can quench their craving for alcohol.

This wine can be drunk slowly and savored slowly, gradually getting rid of the alcohol addiction that has been accumulating for a while.