Wen Siran: "I don't want to drink."

Wen Siran: "You don't have to do this to make me want to eat. I have no appetite. Just eat yours."

In the room, Wensran rubbed his aching temples, wondering what his sister was doing crazy today.

Wen Shanshan had no idea what Wen Siran was thinking of her. She glanced at the sour plum soup which was only one-third left and typed a reply to her brother.

Wen Shanshan: "Even if you want to drink, you won't get any. I won't say anything more. Bye~ I can already smell the aroma of the food."

Wen Shanshan put her cell phone back into her bag.

Wen Siran also put down his phone. He thought his sister had changed her method to stimulate him to eat. However, this method did not work for him at all.

After the car accident, even if food was placed in front of him, he didn't feel anything. It was like a pile of white paper in front of him. Forcing himself to eat a few bites would be tasteless, let alone sending photos.

Wen Siran thought about it and suddenly remembered the bok choy.

Well, except for that bok choy.

After Wen Shanshan put her phone back into her bag, she stood up and wanted to go to the kitchen to help serve the dishes, but was stopped by Xu Qingzhi. He said that when inviting guests to dinner, it was not right to let the guests do the work.

Xu Qingzhi: "I'll serve it, you just go back and wait for dinner."

Wen Shanshan obediently sat down and waited for the meal.

Soon, the round table that was usually used to entertain guests was placed full of dishes.

Wang Yanmei was still frying the last vegetable in the kitchen. Xu Qingzhi served the rice one by one and put down the chopsticks.

Once the last cabbage is out of the pot, dinner can begin.

Xu Qingzhi was very happy because the dishes in the evening were all her favorites.

There were eight dishes: dried bean dumplings with meat, fried chicken with ginger slices, water spinach, scrambled eggs with green peppers, cold cucumber salad, pan-fried tender tofu, pounded peppers, eggplant and preserved eggs, steamed pork with rice flour, and a tomato and egg soup.

Except for cucumber, pounded pepper, eggplant and preserved egg, which are cold dishes, all others are hot dishes.

This is how it is when entertaining guests in the village. If you are eating at home, two or three dishes are enough. If there are guests, you have to make more. But you won’t make more than ten dishes, usually nine or ten dishes, because each dish is very large, and Meicheng likes spicy food, so it is mostly based on rice.

When Xu Qingzhi was a child, he went with his parents to attend a relative's wedding in another province. The dishes on the banquet were served one by one, but they were all lukewarm. There were seventeen or eighteen dishes, but Xu Qingzhi couldn't even pick up his chopsticks.

Finally, when all the dishes were almost gone, rice was served, and it was only warm.

When Xu Qingzhi was a child, he realized that eating and drinking habits vary from region to region.

She likes to eat hot dishes with soft and steaming rice. One bite of the dish and one bite of the rice, it tastes so delicious.

Wang Yanmei brought up the last dish of Chinese cabbage and said, "Everyone, eat quickly while it's hot. If it gets cold, it won't taste good. We didn't cook anything today."

"No, no, there's a huge table of food here. Thank you for your hard work, Yanmei." Uncle Wang said politely.

Wang Yanmei smiled, went to the kitchen to wash her hands, came back and sat down, and everyone started eating.

After the adults started using their chopsticks, Xu Qingzhi reached out and picked up a piece of steamed pork with rice flour.

Cut the pork into rectangular pieces, add salt and mix well, marinate for two hours, add a small amount of sweet wine, glutinous rice flour, pepper powder, and red yeast rice powder, which is the common method of making red steamed pork with rice flour.

Prepare the steamed pork with rice flour in advance, put it in the sun to dry, and store the meat in the refrigerator.

When you want to eat it, just steam it for twenty minutes.

In the past, Wang Yanmei would fry the steamed white pork with rice flour, and the Xu siblings loved to eat it.

This time, in order to cater to Xu Qingzhi's taste, Wang Yanmei specially fried half of the steamed pork with rice flour.

Xu Qingzhi picked up the fried white steamed pork with rice flour. He took a bite, and the meat was three parts fat and seven parts lean. The fat part had a crispy texture, and the lean part was full of meaty aroma. When he tore it apart, the whole piece of meat was wrapped in rice flour. After frying, the rice flour was crispy and delicious, and the light salty and sweet meaty flavor instantly filled his entire mouth.

The steamed pork with rice flour has no spicy taste at all, but when eaten with a mouthful of rice, it tastes simply amazing!

"It smells so good!" Wen Shanshan couldn't help but exclaimed after taking a bite of the steamed pork with rice flour. "Auntie, this is the first time I've eaten this dish. It's so delicious that it makes me cry."

Wang Yanmei was very happy when she heard what happened earlier. When she heard that the little girl was about to cry, she thought that she had a hard life in the past and rarely ate pork. Her face turned pale and she quickly comforted her: "Don't cry, don't cry. If you want to eat in the future, come anytime and I'll make it for you."

When Wen Shanshan heard this, she knew Wang Yanmei had misunderstood, and she explained with a smile: "No, Auntie, I don't really want to cry. The meaning of "so delicious that I cry" is to say that the food you cook is really delicious."

After Wen Shanshan finished speaking, she completely forgot that she was still clamoring to lose weight a few days ago. She ate a piece of meat and then picked up another piece.

Xu Qingzhi watched as her mother fried four pieces of meat for her. There was only one piece left. She was about to reach out to grab it when Uncle Wang opposite her moved.

"It's so delicious, I want to try it too." Uncle Wang took the piece of meat, tasted it, and swallowed it. "Well, this meat tastes really good. I didn't like this dish when I was a child. Later, I lived in Kyoto and never ate it again. I missed the taste of this steamed pork with rice flour several times when I thought about it. This time I can really taste it."

Xu Qingzhi felt so aggrieved. This was the meat her mother fried specially for her.

She decided to find an opportunity to move the piglets out of the space after a while, and when the pigs grew up, she would kill them and make meat balls, steamed pork with rice flour, and pork rib soup...

When a pig is ready to eat, it must weigh several hundred kilograms. If all the meat is cooked, it will definitely be enough for her to eat! Moreover, the taste of pork must be much better than that of pork fattened by this kind of feed.

Thinking of this, Xu Qingzhi felt relieved and picked up a piece of meat and dried beans.

Eating meat and beans together, hmm, so delicious.

Wen Shanshan is a carnivore, so she also picked up a piece of meat and dried beans and ate them, shaking her head slightly as she ate. It was absolutely amazing!

How come this meat is so delicious?

After eating enough meat, she didn't forget that the vegetables grown by her idol are also delicious.

After that meal of pakchoy, Aunt Liu went to the vegetable market to buy all kinds of vegetables. She bought pakchoy from every family, but none of them tasted as good as the pakchoy given by her idol! Therefore, Wen Shanshan firmly believed that the vegetables grown by Xu Qingzhi were the best.

She first picked up a piece of Chinese cabbage with chopsticks, ate it, and her eyes narrowed slightly instantly, with the word "enjoyment" written all over her face.

"This little Chinese cabbage is so delicious, Qingzhi, how on earth do you grow such delicious vegetables? I want to grow it too, otherwise I won't be able to eat such delicious vegetables when I return to Kyoto in the future."

(End of this chapter)