The tenth dish was sea cucumber rice, which was incredibly fragrant. Everyone loved this dish, and one bowl per person wasn't enough.
The eleventh dish is pork and cabbage dumplings.
The twelfth dish was a can of yellow peaches. It was the first time Ruan Yunxi had ever seen canned yellow peaches served at a banquet.
Seeing the group of children exclaim with delight upon seeing the canned fruit, you can tell they love canned yellow peaches.
Compared to canned yellow peaches, Ruan Yunxi still prefers eight-treasure rice, which she has eaten since childhood and is used to.
The others only had twelve dishes, but Ruan Yunxi's side had an extra dish: Three-Cup Chicken.
It's the food she wanted to eat this morning but didn't get to.
She told Gu Weizhou how to make Three Cup Chicken, and to her surprise, he actually made it. It looked quite good, with a rich, dark sauce that was delicious but not greasy—just the sweet flavor she liked.
The chicken is a delicious free-range chicken with firm skin and meat. It's braised until tender and has a sweet flavor with a hint of scallion oil, which Ruan Yunxi likes.
Looking at Gu Weizhou, who had finally gotten his revenge and even served him a homemade Three Cup Chicken, Ruan Yunxi looked at him with admiration and satisfaction.
Gu Weizhou, looking at her with bright, radiant eyes filled with admiration and adoration, almost floated into a trance.
Those members of the tribunal who came to cause trouble were beaten black and blue, their noses bleeding profusely. Their hands were bound, and they were tied to telephone poles, watching the group eat and drink as if they didn't exist.
The man leading the group was so angry that he cursed, "Don't go too far. We're members of the land requisition committee, after all."
"Aren't you afraid of provoking us and ending up in our hands one day?"
"I'm talking to you, are you all deaf?"
"You treat us this way today, but one day we will make you pay the price!"
Ruan Yunxi frowned as she ate her Three Cup Chicken: "It's so noisy."
Without saying a word, Gu Weizhou put down his chopsticks, took some rags and stepped forward. He used a large wad of rags to gag their mouths, preventing them from threatening them.
Since we dared to beat them up, we weren't afraid.
Without their shouting and threats, everyone can eat happily and without distractions again.
The children, having eaten and drunk their fill, gathered around the four or five people tied to the telephone poles, looking at them curiously, and some even asked with sympathy, "Aren't you hungry?"
Their response was a rumbling stomach.
They are guests, after all; how can we let them watch us eat?
I don't know where they found their chef, but the banquet was absolutely delicious, with perfect color, aroma, and taste. A gust of wind carried the aromas of braised pork, poached chicken, stewed pork with vegetables, and sweet and sour pork.
Especially the pork stew, which is simply irresistible to native Northeasterners.
And the sweet and sour pork, the dumplings with thin skin and generous filling, and the delicious sea cucumber rice are all their favorites!
Unfortunately, they can only look, not eat.
Watching a group of people feasting and eating with gusto, their mouths greasy, while they could only look on with envy and not be able to eat, was a true torment of food.
I should have known they should have gotten a free meal at the banquet.
Why not settle accounts with them only after we've eaten and drunk our fill?
regret,
I regret it so much!
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