As soon as they saw the car, a group of people became excited, some set off firecrackers, some danced the lion dance, and King Kong, who was driving, was caught off guard and was frightened.
The villagers were very enthusiastic. After the group got off the bus, they all rushed to stuff local eggs, fruits, and dishes in earthen bowls into their arms. They stayed for a long time until they were sent to the village chief's house.
The mountain village is poor and backward. There are no hotels or B&Bs, only old tiled houses next to each other. Wen Xi and his friends can only live in the village chief's house.
In fact, the village chief's family is also quite poor, but it is already the richest in the village. It has a small courtyard and four side rooms. The children go out to work, the old couple lives in one room, and the other rooms are piled with miscellaneous items.
Knowing that the He family was coming, the village chief and his wife worked for several days, cleaning all the houses in the yard and giving the three best rooms to them.
As soon as he entered the house, the old village chief's face, which was as dry as tree bark, burst into tears. He held Mr. He's hand tightly and said repeatedly: "Benefactor!"
"You're too kind, old village chief." Old Man He patted him on the shoulder, and the two of them exchanged pleasantries and went into the house.
Wen Xi and the others followed behind.
In the middle of the room stood an old eight-immortal table, filled with sumptuous food.
It looked like just some ordinary home-cooked dishes, but considering the situation in the village, this was probably the best they could come up with.
The village chief's wife kindly invited them to sit down and brought some hot dishes from the stove. There were eight people in the He family's two cars, plus the old couple, ten people, just enough for one table.
Wen Xi always had his three meals on time. Today he missed the meal and was already starving. He didn't care about the sour taste of the food from other provinces and ate it with relish. Not to mention the other grown men.
The village chief's wife was very happy to see that they did not mind the simple food.
After dinner, several people from the He family went outside to guard. The old village chief took the old man to drink tea, and He Tingyan Wenxi accompanied them.
The old village chief took out his treasured old tree tea, lit the small fire on the ground, and put the tea in the pot to boil.
Locals are accustomed to making tea at home in this way.
The teapot is hung to boil, and the fire can be used to roast some tuberous foods and keep warm.
The March wind still carries a hint of chill, and it's just right to sit by the small fire and keep warm.
Wen Xi used a stick to occasionally poke the sweet potatoes beside the fire. These were the sweet potatoes that the villagers had stuffed into her arms just now. When she heard the village head's wife say that the sweet potatoes here were small but tasted very good, she couldn't help but think of the roasted sweet potatoes she had eaten as a child, and she wanted to roast some too.
He Tingyan leaned against the side with his eyes closed. When he smelled the fragrance, his nose moved and he opened his eyes.
He glanced at her, then at the shriveled sweet potatoes beside the fire, and said, "Call me when they're ready, and we'll each have half."
Wen Xi: “…”
It’s not even out of the pot yet, but I’m already thinking about it.
This guy.
The tea was boiling with a gurgling sound, and the fragrance of the old tea tree leaves filled the entire room, refreshing the heart.
He Tingyan was an expert at making tea. He could tell if the tea was ready just by smelling it. When the time came, he immediately removed the pot from the fire and poured a cup of tea for everyone.
Wen Xi was not so good. It was her first time roasting sweet potatoes and she had no experience. After roasting them for a long time, when she broke them open, the core was still a little hard, far from the soft and fluffy feeling in her memory.
"...Why don't you bake it again?"
"It's okay." He Tingyan took half of it and bit it with a crisp sound. "You can eat it raw."
“…”
At the other end of the fire, Mr. He took a sip of tea, then put down the cup, took out a portrait from his arms and handed it to the old village chief opposite.
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