Xu family.

Grandpa, who rarely came to our house for dinner, heard that Huo Fengyan's grandfather had come, so he brought two live fish this time.

Xu Qingzhi cooked the meal first, and Wang Yanmei came back and cooked a table full of dishes.

Stewed meat with white radish, stir-fried celery with dried tofu, steamed chestnut chicken soup in a steamer, spicy duck cubes, pan-fried fish cubes with chopped pepper, stir-fried spinach, and scrambled eggs with wild onions.

Six people and seven dishes were already a proper Chinese New Year treat.

Xu Fuqiang specially took out the medicinal wine that he had brewed at home and greeted the two old men.

There is a table full of steaming dishes on the dining table.

Wang Yanmei said, "Eat quickly. We don't have much good food in this rural area. We can only treat you to some home-cooked meals."

"Mother Qingzhi, you are too polite. I heard from Feng Yan earlier that your cooking skills are excellent. Today, my brother Dong and I are in for a treat.

Mr. Huo had gone back earlier and brought back gifts, which made Wang Yanmei and Xu Fuqiang feel embarrassed but also somewhat relieved.

Ordinary parents worry about more than just those things.

The man’s attitude also means his future attitude towards Qingzhi.

Giving gifts is not just a matter of money and etiquette, but also a reflection of how much they value their knowledge.

For example, when some men and women in the village are dating, they may quarrel because the girl comes to their home but the boy's parents are too stingy to give a single penny as a gift.

Many girls are well-educated and knowledgeable, and they subconsciously think that people are not bad. Maybe they just don't have this etiquette or have forgotten it.

But what people don’t know is that those women who have been tortured in the past, when they become mothers-in-law, will become the next executioners who torture their daughters-in-law.

Xu Qingzhi didn't care about these things, but she would never be nervous just because the man gave her some expensive gifts.

She will naturally repay those who are good to her with kindness.

The grandpa beside him couldn't speak Mandarin, and now he spoke in an unfluent Mandarin, "Grandpa, welcome. Why didn't Xiao Huo come this time?"

Mr. Huo explained, "He has been too busy with work recently. Grandpa Qingzhi, I will ask him to come and see you later."

"Oh, no, no, there's nothing to see in my old bones. Young people should be busy with their careers." Grandpa spoke nervously. People who have been working in the field all their lives are different from those who do business. He wanted to say something, but was afraid that he might say something wrong and lose face for his granddaughter.

In the end, I could only laugh it off honestly.

It was Xu Qingzhi who spoke up, "Let's eat."

Everyone started to pick up their chopsticks.

After eating a piece of white radish, Dong Ming's brows relaxed.

After all, I am not young anymore. My teeth are not as good as those of young people, and I prefer to eat softer foods.

The stewed radish is soft but not too soft. Especially when you bite it, the radish flavor makes you miss it very much.

Although the Dong family has their own farm, the radishes they grow there are not as good as those here.

Dong Ming vaguely recalled his childhood. It was Chinese New Year, and the family still had yellow lanterns. His mother brought out a steaming pot of stewed radish and meat from the kitchen. Seeing that he was greedy, she first served him a piece of radish and a piece of meat in a small bowl, and told him to eat it in secret, so as not to let his other sisters and brothers see it.

Otherwise, if a few greedy people get together, the pot of stewed radish and meat will be empty before the relatives arrive.

The taste of this radish is really similar to that of the past.

He couldn't help but exclaim: "This radish tastes so good."

Old Master Huo saw that he had tears in his eyes. At his age, he understood everything. He was just recalling the past.

He also picked a piece of radish to eat, and the taste was really different from what he ate at home.

This hasn't been delivered by express, so it tastes much fresher. Qingzhi's mother's cooking skills are also excellent.

Old Master Huo has already started thinking about whether he should change the chef, so as not to waste the delicious dishes delivered by the Xu family.

The grandpa at the side ate a few pieces of meat first. Seeing that people were almost crying after eating a radish, he wondered if the radish was so delicious today. He picked up a piece of it and tasted it. It was delicious, but he was used to eating it.

After some thought, I finally figured it out.

People from the city probably haven’t eaten white radish much.

Grandpa's eyes were filled with distress: "Tomorrow when you leave, I'll ask Qingzhi to give you some white radishes. Don't cry, okay?"

(End of this chapter)