Chapter 21
twenty one
"Can we pack up the food and take it away after a wedding in our village?" Cheng Yeran had watched short videos before. People had to pack up the food in plastic bags after a banquet, and they had to rush to pack it up. If they were slow, they would miss out. It was quite interesting.
"I usually finish it." Shen Yuntang shattered his dream of packing up and grabbing food after the banquet.
The portions of vegetables in their village are small, so there is usually nothing left over. But even if there is some left over, it is difficult to take it back. There were no plastic bags in that era, so you have to take a bowl to take it back.
"That's such a pity~ I also want to experience the feeling of snatching food from others at a banquet." Cheng Yeran deliberately lengthened his voice and subconsciously leaned on his shoulder, but was pushed away by Shen Yuntang.
"Don't get too close to each other outside." Shen Yuntang nervously moved a little distance away from him. His ears turned red from nervousness and he stuttered when he spoke. "And don't act like a child all the time."
"Maybe it's because you're a reliable person, which makes me want to depend on you." Cheng Yeran didn't know what happened. He was not the kind of person who needed to be spoiled by others, nor did he like to be close to others.
He suddenly thought of the cat at his agent's house. Everyone would subconsciously change their voice to a clipped tone when talking to that kitten, and he was no exception. Maybe Shen Yuntang was as pretty and cute as the kitten, so he couldn't help but change his tone when he spoke?
The two of them chatted for a long time, but Shen Yunfeng had not finished kowtowed to his relatives. His forehead was red, but he couldn't stop. Xia Xiaowu on the side didn't care at all, as if this was what he should do.
Shen Yuntang looked at the scene in the yard, as if he saw his past self across time. Since this was the path chosen by his cousin, he could only respect and bless him. There was no reason for his cousin to deliberately harm him. He still thought about his cousin and said some words to persuade him not to jump into the fire pit. If he really advised him, his cousin would think that he wanted to break them up out of jealousy. In order to avoid trouble, he decided to give up.
Cheng Yeran waited for a long time, and finally the wedding process was completed. When it was time to eat,
He felt that the production team was very attentive and that many details were done very well, even the food was real, unlike previous filmings where fake props were used.
He believed that the food at today's wedding would be real. As soon as he sat down at the table, before the food was served, he smelled a fragrance. The chef's level must be very high.
But the food had just been served and he hadn't even picked up his chopsticks when it was swept away. The people at the table ate it as fast as the wind, not giving him any chance to react.
Shen Yuntang, who was standing by, saw the disappointment in his eyes, sighed helplessly, put the only piece of meat he had picked up on Cheng Yeran's plate, and sarcastically said, "With your speed, what else do you want to take away?"
Cheng Yeran's desire to win was completely aroused. He stretched out his chopsticks and prepared for battle: "Don't feel sorry for me, I will definitely be able to grab the next dish!"
Shen Yuntang secretly pulled his sleeve under the table: "Don't embarrass yourself."
"This is a battle." Cheng Yeran glanced at the meat on the plate and asked curiously, "By the way, how did you get it just now?"
"I just picked it up casually." Shen Yuntang was speechless. Why did this guy always show a childish temper over some inexplicable little things, but when it came to big things or things that he cared about, Cheng Yeran would be very reliable.
He is such a complicated person, but he is very cute when he acts like a spoiled child, and very handsome when he is reliable. He is not annoying at all.
Shen Yuntang glanced at Xia Xiaowu who was toasting over there, especially compared with Xia Xiaowu, Cheng Yeran was the best man in the world!
"Ah! I got it!" Cheng Yeran grabbed a chicken leg and proudly waved it in front of Shen Yuntang. Finally, he put the chicken leg in Shen Yuntang's bowl and said, "Here you go."
"Give it to me?" Shen Yuntang had never eaten chicken legs since he was a child. There were many people in his family, so when the chickens were killed, the chicken legs were given to his brothers, and the chicken wings were also for his brothers. Only he could eat the rest of the chicken.
"Yeah." Cheng Yeran nodded, "You are too thin, eat more."
"You got it with great difficulty, so you should keep it for yourself." Shen Yuntang wanted to take it back for him, but Cheng Yeran held his hand.
"I'm mainly enjoying the process. The spoils are for you." Cheng Yeran said as he entered the next round of grabbing food. Soon Shen Yuntang's bowl was full.
Shen Yuntang always felt that it was embarrassing to have a full bowl during a meal, so he could only eat faster.
Originally, after he entered the Xia family's yard today, he always recalled the painful memories of living here in his previous life, but with Cheng Yeran's interference, all his unpleasant memories were driven away.
He focused all his attention on eating and Cheng Yeran. When he returned home, his stomach was bloated and he felt uncomfortable standing or lying down. He simply went to weed in the vegetable garden.
Cheng Yeran was not idle either. He put the fertilizer he bought last time into a backpack and carried it to the fields.
It was already evening and there was no one in the fields, so he chose this time to go there on purpose.
He had previously discovered that the villagers didn’t seem to have spread fertilizer on the fields, so he chose to spread it at night, and then surprise everyone when the wheat grew mature.
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It was soon time for the next market day. This time, Shen Yuntang planned to buy some chickens and ducks to raise. He couldn't just buy eggs every time. It was too expensive and not cost-effective.
After arriving at the market, he saw Cheng Yeran buying soybeans, and he had forgotten what Cheng Yeran said last time about making tofu.
After all, not everyone knows how to make tofu. Even if you know how, you have to treat the secret recipe as a family heirloom and can't just sell it to others.
"Are you serious?" Shen Yuntang squatted beside him and watched him pick soybeans seriously, and couldn't help but ask worriedly.
"Of course, don't we want to make some money?" Cheng Yeran pulled him over, "You must have more experience than me, come and help me choose."
Shen Yuntang sighed helplessly. After all, the money belonged to Cheng Yeran. Besides, even if he couldn’t make tofu, he could still eat the soybeans.
The two of them carefully picked a basket of soybeans and took them back. After returning home, Cheng Yeran processed the soybeans step by step according to the instructions.
Shen Yuntang couldn't read, so he just let him do whatever he wanted and took care of the chickens and ducks he bought.
The chicks were still too small and fragile, so he found a box, spread hay inside, and carefully placed the chicks inside.
He also prepared a nest for the ducklings, and bought a total of six chicks and two ducks.
He turned his attention to the pigsty nearby and said, "It would be nice if we could raise a pig someday."
But the money was not enough, and he couldn't help but sigh. However, the fields were planted with crops, which meant hope. After selling the crops, he could raise piglets next year.
He was thinking about the future when a big hand pressed the back of his head.
"When my husband's tofu sells, I'll buy you a piglet." Cheng Yeran said confidently.
"Are you done?" Shen Yuntang asked him, looking up.
"How can it be that fast? The beans need to be soaked for a while." Cheng Yeran asked him, "Do we have a stone mill at home?"
"Yes, it's just a little dirty. I'll help you wipe it off later." Seeing how confident he was, Shen Yuntang really wanted to see what he could make. If he couldn't make it, he would just play with him.
"But we don't have a donkey at home, how can we turn the mill?" Cheng Yeran wanted to ask him if he could borrow one from someone else, but before he could open his mouth, he saw Shen Yuntang staring at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Cheng Yeran pointed at himself, "You don't want me to grind the mill, do you?"
"What else?" Shen Yuntang asked him, "Are you asking me, a brother, to pull the millstone?"
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