During the summer harvest, strong laborers like Wei Aiguo received 12 work points. You can imagine how intense the labor was. It was truly working from dawn till dusk. At noon, each family would bring their lunch to the fields.
Song Yan had made preparations yesterday; she sat by the river for two hours. In fact, her consciousness entered her spatial dimension and read books for two hours.
The labor was strenuous, so every household tried to send some extra food. "Extra food" simply meant a slightly larger portion than usual. They'd put more grain in the vegetable dumplings. Eggs weren't sent to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange for goods anymore; they kept them for their own consumption. Having even a speck of meat in someone's food was something to be envied.
With the heavy workload in autumn, it would be too conspicuous for Wu Meili to blatantly slack off. That's why her family asked her to deliver lunch. Today, they made stir-fried green beans with pork. This drew envy from several neighboring families.
But when Song Yan brought out his own meal, everyone who saw it was incredibly envious. Even the brigade leader's meal seemed insignificant in comparison.
Aunt Cheng and Aunt Ren, Wang Wenjuan's mother-in-law, were both quite old and found it difficult to carry loads of food to the fields. So Song Yan decided to push his own cart with the other elderly women to deliver the food. He loaded the food from all three families onto the cart, pushing it most of the way, with the two elderly women helping him when they encountered hills. This was much easier than having the old women carry the loads themselves. It wasn't unusual for several families to share food deliveries during busy periods. But seeing so much food on the cart was rather strange.
"Mom, why are there so many?" Cheng Youfu asked.
"Enough with the nonsense!" Aunt Cheng handed the last stack of bowls to Youfu. "Come on, let's eat over there." Aunt Cheng could smell how good the food Song Yan had brought was, so she wanted to avoid it.
"Youfu, help me take this to your brother-in-law." Song Yan took the bowl from Cheng Youfu's hand and handed it to Aunt Chen.
Song Yan's way of instructing Cheng Youfu was a clear indication of her attitude. So Wei Aiguo directly invited him to eat at his home. Today, Song Yan braised two fish, each weighing over three pounds. Cheng Youfu's mouth watered at the sight, and he didn't stand on ceremony. "I'll go back and get my pancakes."
This shows that Cheng Youfu knows his limits; he'll eat some fish, but he won't eat Wei Aiguo's grain.
When Aunt Ren was about to leave, Song Yan gave her three cantaloupes. Almost every household had a few cantaloupes and watermelons growing in their yards, so these weren't unusual, and Aunt Ren happily took them. It wasn't until she ate them that she realized how delicious they were.
Chen Xiaodong and Wei Aiguo were always on good terms. When he looked over, Wei Aiguo waved to him, and he came over without hesitation, carrying the vegetable pancake.
Yesterday, Jiang Xiaoxiao received instructions from Song Yan, and today she insisted on dragging Li Yuanzhao over to freeload a meal.
The delicate aroma of the fish soup and the rich fragrance of the braised fish wafted quite a distance, attracting the attention of the brigade leader not far away. "Song, the educated youth, has truly exceptional culinary skills!"
"Come here, Uncle Wu, it's more lively over here with lots of people," Wei Aiguo called to Captain Wu.
Since Wei Aiguo had invited him, Cheng Youfu, as his brother-in-law, had to run errands for him! Cheng Youfu went straight over and pulled the brigade leader over. "You little rascal, you act like your food is yours to eat."
Cheng Youfu grinned, "Isn't this my brother-in-law treating you?"
Wu Meili felt particularly uncomfortable watching Song Yan show off. "What's with all this pretense of poverty? It's embarrassing to have so many people over and not have enough to eat."
Everyone was nearby, and many people heard what was said.
The brigade leader didn't want to talk about what his own daughter was like anymore, so he just pretended not to hear it.
Song Yan thought to himself: Just you wait and see. He took out a plate and knife from the basket—actually, from his spatial storage—and then pulled out some tomatoes. In no time, a plate of cold tomatoes was sliced up. The persimmons from his spatial storage were so sweet they didn't need any sugar. There was also a watermelon on the cart; he sliced another one and made two more plates. Add to that a pot of braised fish and a pot of cold wild vegetables. Four dishes were ready. He also poured a bowl of fish soup for each person.
Every single one of these four dishes was so delicious that you wanted to take another bite after the first. Song Yan watched from the side, adding tomatoes and watermelon several times. In the end, they were all stuffed.
In truth, Wei Aiguo was also amazed at how delicious Song Yan's stewed fish was. Even her cold vegetable salad tasted different. Those who had tasted it felt the same way.
Song Yan: They all grow in the space, how could they not taste good? Moreover, Song Yan discovered that the food cooked with the spring water from the space tasted even better.
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