Chapter 61 That yard, that night, that bowl of soup
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The clay pot can retain heat.
After a long time, it was still smoking when the lid was opened.
A big pot of boiling soup.
The long-haired beauty raised her slender hands, opened the lid, and then sprinkled the plate of pickles and the plate of dried meat into the clay pot.
Then he stirred it with a long spoon.
Then he sprinkled the plate of wild onions into the clay pot.
A rich aroma wafted in.
This is a new way of eating that has been unlocked at home recently.
Wild vegetable soup or any other soup, even a mouthful of boiling water and a handful of wild onions will be extremely fragrant.
Jiang Yu looked at his father's actions, clasped his hands together and held the chopsticks, he was so excited that he seemed to be able to fly, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face, he was happy.
Jiang Feng also smiled, very happy, this time the smile was not silly, but hearty.
Qin Luoxia looked at her husband's actions, she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes, everything her husband did was excellent.
Jiang Mianmian was very happy, the whole family was there, she liked this feeling.
Every night was happier than the day, the whole family was together.
She was in her brother's arms, happily playing with her legs.
Meng Shaoxia was a little restrained, and He Chen was also a little restrained.
Meng Shaoxia just stood up to give up his seat, originally he and He Chen sat in the honorable seats.
In fact, there was no distinction between the upper and lower levels of the broken table in the small yard, but they still gave it up in a panic.
As a result, Jiang Feng's father did not sit down. He sat at the last seat, next to Jiang Feng's mother.
He Chen's family is an old-fashioned aristocratic family, and they follow the path of civil service. In short, they are beauty lovers. (This sentence has been said before, and I have repeated it.)
Today, he first saw the appearance of Miss Wan'er, a dust-covered Baoyu who was so outstanding in the small county town.
Then he saw the baby who looked like Baoyu in Shen Village, but was not covered in dust. Then he
met Brother Jiang, who was both civil and martial. He could knock down Brother Meng's sword with a stick, and he could write deafening poems with a stick.
Now, now, he saw a beauty stirring a clay pot with a long spoon in the moonlight.
When it is extremely beautiful, beauty is not divided by gender.
So all of this has its roots.
A baby like Baoyu exists in this Shen Village because she looks like her father.
Brother Jiang, who is both literary and martial, because his father is the handsome man in front of him.
The man just stirred a pot of food.
But he stirred He Chen's mind.
His silence was deafening.
He was a bit like the shy Aunt Qin, who didn't dare to look into the other's eyes and felt that he was not worthy of speaking.
He suddenly became introverted.
Meng Shaoxia is not a beauty dog. He doesn't pursue beauty so much. There are too many female relatives on his mother's side. He just feels that the overly good-looking man in front of him is very imposing and even dangerous. (Meng Shaoxia's grandfather is in charge of criminal investigation and law enforcement.)
When a person reaches the extreme at a certain point, he will be extraordinary.
He didn't expect that the father of the simple-minded and silly Miss Xiaoyu is like this.
It seemed a little ridiculous that such a man was a county yamen helper.
If he was a doctor, he should be able to cure countless women's diseases.
Jiang Changtian stirred the earthenware jar, and then filled everyone with half a bowl, and said, "Eat."
Jiang Yu immediately stuffed a big mouthful of rice with a big mouthful of soup.
Delicious!
Jiang Feng also ate with big mouthfuls, dry rice, with meat soup, how could it not be delicious.
And he ate at home, with his parents and sister, it was more delicious than the one in Qingfeng Restaurant.
Qin Luoxia ate a little politely, which was rare, after all, there were outsiders, but she also ate with big mouthfuls.
Jiang Changtian ate as usual, not slow or fast, sitting gracefully, and the temperament engraved in his bones was clearly visible at this small dining table.
Meng Shaoxia's attention was originally on the beautiful father sitting opposite him.
But when he accidentally saw Jiang Xiaomei eating, he couldn't help but be attracted.
Seeing her eat, she looked very fragrant and satisfied, so he learned to eat like that.
Meng Shaoxia is not a person who cares about food, and he is not as meticulous as He Chen, but this bite of food is unexpectedly delicious.
It's not because he is hungry, but because it is really delicious.
He is a man who never tires of fine food. He has been to all kinds of restaurants in the capital, eaten at palace banquets, and at the homes of famous chefs from all over the country. Although he has no requirements for food, he has seen the world.
When the food entered his throat, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
There was a brief blank in his mind, and he didn't think about anything else, just eating.
He even felt very tired from traveling around the world during this period of time. When he was eating, he felt all the tiredness dissipate.
It seemed that his wrist didn't hurt so much anymore.
He buried his head in eating.
He Chen looked at Brother Meng who was buried in his meal and thought he was really careless.
How could you eat with such a big beauty sitting opposite you.
He couldn't control himself from looking at the beauty at the last seat.
He and Brother Meng sat in the main seats, facing the last seats, and they could see her when they raised their heads.
He was very absent-minded when eating.
He felt that it was very rude to look at the other person, and even when the other person looked back at him, he would feel a little flustered.
But this was his illusion, Jiang Feng's father didn't look at him, he was just eating seriously.
Originally, he was a little apprehensive about eating at Brother Jiang's house, fearing that he would knock his teeth again, and that the elegant scholar would reveal a golden tooth when he smiled...
But at this moment, his mind was not on eating at all.
He saw that everyone else had started eating, so he followed suit.
When the rice went into his mouth, his throat felt a little tight, and the coarse grains made his throat hurt.
He didn't care.
Still distracted,
he continued to eat. He took another dry mouthful of rice and choked...
"Cough!" He quickly covered his mouth. He
was too embarrassed to even cough, and felt that he was being rude in front of a beautiful woman. He quickly picked up the bowl in front of him and took a sip of soup.
The warm and thick soup rolled into his throat, and He Chen was stunned again.
The throat-tightening brown rice he just ate actually felt worth it.
It seemed that he had eaten those two mouthfuls of brown rice just to open his throat.
It seemed that he had been busy all day, running around all day, his body was tired and hungry, and all of this was prepared for this mouthful of soup.
This mouthful of hot soup rolled into his throat and fell into his stomach.
In an instant, his whole body felt hot, and he had a shivering feeling.
He didn't bother to look at the beauty, and took another sip of the soup. His hand holding the bowl even trembled slightly. He
suddenly became excited.
The literati in the world gathered in Qingzhou, and Qingzhou alone accounts for eight points of the world's literary atmosphere.
The same is true for Qingzhou's food.
Part of it may be because there are many literati in Qingzhou, and the literati always have poems to sing, and poems and essays related to various foods have also been circulated.
Another part of the reason is that because there are many literati, there is a clustering effect, and various foods gather in Qingzhou.
He Chen has accepted invitations to various food banquets, hoping that he can make a comment.
He has also eaten delicious food. He
can tell one, two, three, four, five, and six.
But there is no such thing as the bowl of soup in front of him.
The wild vegetables are slightly bitter, the medicine is also slightly bitter, the eagle meat is fresh and sweet, and there is the smoky fragrance of bacon, the salty taste of pickles, and the fragrance of wild onions.
In the end, the mixture was incredibly delicious.
He felt comfortable from head to toe. He
even felt his pores open and his whole body was slightly sweating.
He thought the food of this poor family would be hard to swallow, because he saw that everything Jiang Feng ate was delicious. The cakes they brought were bought in the county, and the taste was mediocre. They were not freshly made, but Jiang Feng ate them like delicacies.
So he didn't expect dinner.
In fact, because of the beauty in front of him, he didn't care what he ate at all.
But...
he also buried his head in eating.
It turns out that there is no time to evaluate the delicious food in front of you, because if you are slow, it will be gone.
He Chen ate quickly and anxiously.
The brown rice also tasted fragrant when chewed.
He had no manners, and he had no time to look at the beauty. While eating, he suddenly understood Jiang Feng's sister, and understood what it felt like when she curved her eyebrows and squinted her eyes in happiness.
The eagle meat was extremely smooth, the wild vegetables had a fresh fragrance, the hard meat was soaked to be just chewy, the pickles were crispy, and even the wild onions were delicious.
He would never eat the wild onions that were everywhere on the roadside before. If he ate them to decorate meals, he would avoid spitting them out.
But when he ate the soup in big mouthfuls, the wild onions were surprisingly delicious, and even had an indescribable refreshing feeling.
He felt that he suddenly became more deaf and clear-headed, and he was one step closer to becoming the top scholar.
He was really crying. He was in a daze for so long before, and he just focused on looking at the beauty.
By the time he realized what was happening, there wasn't much meat soup or vegetables left in the earthenware pot.
Jiang Mianmian drooled as she watched people eat. Well, she wasn't jealous at all. She drank her mother's milk.
Her mother had eaten these before, so she had eaten them.
Besides, she had just peed on the wild onions in the afternoon, so she didn't want to eat them (￣.￣).
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