Strolling along the way, I unknowingly arrived at the Song family's old house.
This is a place that Wei Jianguo has never seen.
Song Shuqian said, "This place used to be called Mo Garden. I grew up here when I was a child. We didn't move to the old house you visited until I was 10 years old.
This can be considered the Song family’s real ancestral home.
It was donated in 1960.
If it's sold here in the future, I'd like to buy it back.
If it's not for sale, then it's fine. It's just a place to live anyway, it doesn't matter where you live."
Song Shuxi really didn't care. Since it was donated that year, the elders had already made the decision.
Her main focus is casual.
Now it is the office of a certain ministry.
Wei Jianguo gave the security guard a box of good cigarettes and got the opportunity to go in and take a look.
After coming out, An An and Le Le still couldn't believe it.
"Mom, this place is so big. There is a lake, rockeries, pavilions, and many big houses."
"Yes, Mom thinks this place is beautiful too."
The feelings of the three of them are different.
As a genuine rural child, Wei Jianguo truly witnessed the class gap and understood some policies.
Fortunately, he has a good attitude.
At noon, Song Shuxi led them through many twists and turns and arrived at a small courtyard.
He knocked on the door rhythmically.
After waiting for two minutes, an old man finally opened the door and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Uncle Quan, I'm the head of the Song family, come here for dinner."
The old man carefully looked at Song Shuxi's appearance and quickly opened the door. "Miss Song, I haven't seen you for a long time. Please come in."
"Uncle Quan, you're welcome. This is my husband and two sons. We happened to come back to visit during the holiday and would like to talk about your cooking skills."
"Uncle Quan will make whatever you want to eat. Old lady, come out quickly and see who's here."
A white-haired old woman walked out quickly, looked at Song Shuqian for a while, then reached out and held Song Shuqian's hand in disbelief, "Miss," her voice choked with sobs.
"Aunt Quan, don't cry, I'm fine. I'm married. This is my man, he's a soldier. These are my two sons."
Wei Jianguo and An An Lele greeted Uncle Quan and Aunt Quan one after another.
Another round of greetings.
Song Shuxi handed the various ingredients she bought on the road to Uncle Quan, asking them to help prepare them.
After they left, Song Shuqian said, "Uncle Quan and Aunt Quan are old revolutionaries. After liberation, they returned to Jinling and opened this private kitchen. Their cooking skills are very good.
After the situation became tense, I only did business with people I knew, didn’t accept orders, and just made whatever I had.
It’s just that ingredients are hard to buy right now, and I was worried that they might not have enough, so I bought some myself.
Their cooking skills are very good. It's not the kind that will wow you with one bite, but it's so good that even if you don't like chicken soup, you can drink two bowls without realizing it."
While waiting for the meal, An An Le Le was very happy, "Mom, is there anything delicious?"
"Yes, there are delicious food. We came back this time just to let you two get to know Jinling, taste Jinling cuisine, and listen to Jinling dialect."
The dishes were served quickly. Uncle Quan brought them everything that had been prepared in the kitchen, including puffer fish in milk soup, vegetarian chicken with egg dumplings, stewed raw croaker, salted duck, black rice and sweet lotus root, assorted vegetarian dishes, and meat in sauce, catering to everyone's taste.
Uncle Quan asked, "Miss, we also have double-chopped crabs with river shrimps today. I remember my wife likes it."
Song Shuxi also remembered that her mother in this life liked this stinky dish very much.
Every time the original owner tried to eat with his mother, he ended in failure.
On the contrary, after her mother passed away, she could occasionally eat a bite.
Come to think of it, the original owner's mother was also her mother.
"Uncle Quan, please give us a plate, you have worked hard."
When the food was served, the two children waited eagerly for their parents to start eating first.
Wei Jianguo served Song Shuxi a bowl of soup. It was her habit to drink a bowl of soup before meals.
"This is puffer fish in milk soup. Puffer fish is poisonous and only experienced chefs can make it well. This is made with puffer fish and milk."
After a brief introduction, Song Shuxi couldn't wait to take a sip. The soup was rich, with the aroma of milk and the delicious taste of puffer fish, and it had a rich taste.
An An Le Le followed her mother's example and took a sip. It was so delicious that she couldn't stop drinking it.
Wei Jianguo has an average impression and doesn’t like the taste of milk.
The meat in sauce suited his taste, and the salted duck was also delicious.
When they had almost finished eating, Uncle Quan brought out the dish of double-stinky fish with river shrimps.
An An Lele pinched her nose with her hands and said, "Mom, it stinks."
"It smells bad but tastes good. Would you like to try it? This is one of my grandma's favorite dishes."
As she said this, she took the first bite.
It’s the taste of memory.
It’s not delicious, but just barely acceptable.
When the two children saw that their father and mother were eating it, they tried it too.
Unexpectedly, An An likes it very much, but Le Le can't accept it at all.
Wei Jianguo accepted it without any obstacles, and the father and son shared the plate of food.
Song Shuqian said, "If my mother were here, she would definitely like you very much. Not many people would be able to eat this dish with her."
After one meal, my belly is full.
Before leaving, Aunt Quan also gave me a piece of plum blossom cake.
An An and Le Le were reluctant to leave, "Grandpa Quan and Grandma Quan, we will come to visit you again later. We will miss you."
Leaving the lower yard, the two children rubbed their bellies.
"Mom, when will you come next time?"
"You're already thinking about the next meal after you've just finished eating?"
"It's really delicious."
Speaking of them, Song Shuqian thought of something, and she told Wei Jianguo, "It's very interesting to talk about.
Uncle Quan went to join the army at that time, but he was too thin and small, so the army didn't want him.
He was allowed to train reluctantly, but his physical fitness could not keep up and he was always at the bottom of the list.
But Uncle Quan didn't want to be separated from Aunt Quan.
The leader asked, do you know anything?
Uncle Quan said embarrassedly that his cooking was delicious because his ancestors were chefs. The leader asked him to try.
After this try, he became a hot commodity in the army. Don't cry about your head and belt. Who doesn't want to eat something delicious?
Because of her cooking skills, Aunt Quan is very popular, and everyone knows that they can enjoy special meals by following Aunt Quan. "
Wei Jianguo also laughed.
"You have a good relationship with them?"
"Well, Uncle Quan, Aunt Quan and Mom had a good relationship. They saved each other's lives. I'm not sure what happened.
Mom said, I can trust them, so I can trust them. "
On this day, Song Shuxi took her two children and wandered aimlessly on the streets of Jinling, buying a lot of local specialties.
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