After returning home, several kitchen helpers quickly washed and cut vegetables. Zhao Qiuqin used the big pot originally from the old Song family's kitchen, while Song Jiayu used the stove built outside yesterday and borrowed a pot from someone else's house.
Heat oil in a pan, put the chopped duck meat in and stir-fry, add various seasonings, shake the pan a few times, and cook the duck meat on the surface of the pan over high heat. Pour in water, cover the pot and simmer. As for the white radish, wait until the duck is cooked for a while.
In the kitchen, Zhao Qiuqin was also making potatoes and pork. The meat cooked in the big pot on the stove was fragrant.
The smoke drifted from the chimney of Old Song's house to the entire Lushan Village. A villager working in the fields took a deep breath and almost hit his foot with the head of a pestle.
Grandma Zhao was helping in the kitchen and said, "I think Jiayu cooks better than you."
Zhao Qiuqin was even happier about this than when she was praised herself, "Of course, Mom, you're not as good as I am at raising a child!"
"When you have trained Beiwang to be a talented person, come and talk to me again."
Grandma Zhao's blow was fatal. Zhao Qiuqin thought of her youngest son and thought that if she had the Five Finger Mountain, she might be able to flatten the monkey Song Beiwang.
What is Song Beiwang, whom the two people are talking about, doing?
He is talking to the old ox.
Because there was a happy event in the family, the old village chief specially arranged for him to herd cattle, with three work points a day, which was usually assigned to the old village chief's own descendants.
"Old Cow, I can eat meat today, but you can't!"
“I don’t know if the beef tastes good…”
As soon as he muttered, Song Beiwang was hit by a bull.
"No, Old Cow, I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about your other cow brothers~"
"Moo——" Want to eat my brother? No way!
In the evening, the villagers finished work early today. There was meat hanging in front, so everyone moved more quickly. They carried steamed buns and chairs, followed by children, and rushed to Old Song's house.
First, I went to congratulate Old Man and Old Lady Song, and then found a table and a chair to sit down.
Those who arrived early quickly occupied the four tables, and those who arrived late could only stand in the gaps, waiting anxiously for the food to be served.
As for the empty table, it was the main table. People like Zhao Qiuqin and Song Demin, the old couple of the Song family, came to congratulate Grandma Zhao and Grandpa Zhao, Jiang Baizhou and Jiang's mother who had not arrived yet, and the two old village chiefs of the village's big mountain brigade.
Song Tianshun, the protagonist, played little role in this kind of banquet. It was just the adults who drank wine and chatted on this day.
Just before the meal started, the Jiang family finally arrived.
Riding two 28-inch bicycles, like Song's father and mother, Jiang Baizhou rode alone. His gaze passed through the crowd and fell on the newly built stove in the corner. He held the pot in his left hand and the spatula in his right hand, and stirred the pot from time to time. Under the light of the flame, crystal sweat ran from his forehead to his cheeks and dripped onto the ground.
It wasn't the beautiful smile in the sunshine on the country road.
It's not the elaborate dressing up for the day when you return home on the third day.
His clothes were stained with oil, his hair was messy and in a strange style, and he had been sitting by the stove for several hours, breathing in the aroma of cooking.
He obviously looked a little embarrassed.
But it touched his heartstrings, and his whole heart beat only for the person in front of him.
"Come closer."
Song Jiayu heard the familiar voice and knew who was coming. She turned her head slightly and saw the sweat on her forehead that she couldn't wipe off with her hands. It was wiped away by a clean handkerchief. She could also imagine the hand holding the handkerchief. The finger bones were as slender as bamboo, and the back of the hand was a little cold.
This person is in poor health, even the temperature of his palms is lower than that of ordinary people.
After Jiang Baizhou finished wiping, he didn't leave, but just helped on the side. The two of them had cooked together many times and had already developed a tacit understanding. If it didn't mean to cause trouble, Song Jiayu would let someone stay here.
"I got off work the day before yesterday and was shocked to see you weren't there." In fact, I had spent two nights without my wife, feeling lonely, sad and cold.
"Mom should tell you later, where did you get your bicycle?"
"Our dad borrowed two leaders from their Ministry of Transportation. Do you want them?"
"It's convenient to have a bicycle."
"New ones are hard to come by, but I can get you an old one."
Song Jiayu looked around and saw no one was paying attention to them. She leaned over and kissed him, unable to contain the joy in her tone: "As expected of Jiang Baizhou, you are so capable and talented. I have never met a better male comrade than you."
Jiang Baizhou was flattered by his wife's praise and smiled: "I'll make it for you when we get back."
Jiang's father and mother were thrown aside by their son when they entered the house. Then they saw San'er getting close to Jiayu. It looked like...did they marry their son?
Fortunately, the in-laws were very reliable, and the two were treated very solemnly by Zhao Qiuqin and Song Demin. They sat down at the main table and first congratulated Old Man Song and Old Lady Song, who were the mascots today.
The connection between the two families is undoubtedly Song Jiayu.
As Song Jiayu's relatives, they basically all say that our child is spoiled. If you don't like something, just be more tolerant and don't bully our child.
Jiang's mother really liked her third daughter-in-law and quickly said, "To be honest, I really like Jiayu. You all know that my third daughter-in-law is not in good health. I am not lying. It is indeed not good. I often have headaches and fevers. I will definitely get sick when the weather changes.
But since Jiayu got married, my San'er hasn't even coughed for a few days. I really think Jiayu is a good daughter-in-law."
After hearing everything, Comrade Guihua was secretly envious. Such a good daughter-in-law of the Wang family originally belonged to her family, her family!
The dishes were served on the table, one after another that looked delicious. The chopsticks used by the villagers could not even keep up with the shadows. Pieces of meat were picked out, coated with sauce, and cooked to perfection. Then, a bite of the steamed bun was taken. The satisfaction made people shout "It's so good".
"I didn't expect Jiayu to have such cooking skills."
"Yeah, when I saw Jiayu cooking today, I thought the Song family didn't want us to eat meat."
"Don't fight over it. There's so much meat here. What's the point of fighting with me for the chicken legs?"
“…”
The four tables outside were bustling with activity, while the main table in the main hall was eating slowly and drinking more wine.
Someone starts a toast and everyone drinks.
Speaking of which, let’s have another drink.
I'm happy, cheers.
Let’s have a drink to reconcile after a quarrel.
Song Jiayu, who was sitting together eating, finally understood the "drinking table culture".
This meal lasted for more than an hour. The dishes on the table looked like they had never been used. When there was no more food, the villagers still ate steamed buns with the soup.
Song Jiayu helped to clean up the dishes and was sent home by Comrade Zhao Qiuqin.
“The sky is so beautiful tonight…”
Jiang Baizhou was riding a bicycle, and Song Jiayu was sitting on the big shoulder pole in front, with two strong arms beside her. She could see the night sky when she looked up.
"Yes, the stars are bright."
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