"Steamed potatoes are so delicious! They're so good just from a little soy sauce. What kind of magical potatoes are these?" Ruan Yingzi couldn't stop eating the potatoes, one after another, and of course, she ate plenty of meat as well.
Gongsun Lin was the same. The two sisters were like wolves that hadn't eaten for three days, eating what was in their bowls and eyeing what was in the pot. The eldest sister-in-law was very happy and kept urging them to eat more, and even used serving chopsticks to put food on their plates.
"These are small potatoes that were just dug up from the ground. Look, each one is only the size of a quail egg. These potatoes are the most tender and fragrant. You don't need to add any seasonings. They're delicious just by steaming them. And they're steamed over a wood-fired stove. You can't find this kind of food even in Michelin-starred restaurants," Ye Qingqing explained.
How could fresh baby potatoes cooked over a wood-fired stove not taste good?
"A wood-fired stove is that effective? I see it's all fire!" Ruan Yingzi said in confusion.
Madam Zou shook her head and smiled, "There are different kinds of fire. A wood-fired stove burns firewood, which is an open flame. Even the simplest ingredients can be cooked very fragrantly. The restaurant uses gas, which is dug from the ground. That's a smoldering fire, so the food doesn't smell as good."
Ruan Yingzi and Gongsun Lin were completely confused. What was this talk of open fire and yin fire? Eating was still the most important thing.
"This steamed fish is also delicious, incredibly fresh, but it has a lot of bones."
Ruan Yingzi was referring to wild crucian carp, which were not very big, only about the size of a palm. They were caught by her older cousin in a pool in the mountains. They were kept alive for several days and were still lively. Their flesh was very firm and exceptionally delicious.
Zhang Zhengrong and Zou Hanqiu didn't say a word, just kept eating. Although they were well-off and had eaten sea cucumber and shark fin, they had never tasted such authentic farm-style dishes before. They completely forgot about maintaining their figures, eating one bite after another, too lazy to even say a word.
“These vegetables are all from our own farm, and the rice is new rice from the first half of the year. If you like them, eat more. You’re all so thin,” my older cousin said warmly.
The large table of food was devoured by everyone. Zou Hanqiu and the others ate quite a bit, as did Lu Mo. Gongsun Lin and Ruan Yingzi didn't eat much either. All the chicken, duck, fish, and meat were gone, leaving only some scraps. The eldest cousin's wife prepared some meat broth and bones, mixed them with a large bowl of rice, and fed it to the dog. The eldest cousin's family had a very strong and imposing big yellow dog that was very good at guarding the house.
The leftover vegetables were used to mix with chicken feed, and some chopped green leaves were mixed with leftover rice and rice bran. Nothing was wasted, and the chickens and ducks ate with great relish, creating a beautiful pastoral scene in the yard.
Zhang Zhengrong strolled slowly to digest his food, watching the chickens, ducks, and dogs vying for food, and sighed with emotion, "This kind of life is so good, Qiu-ge. I suddenly want to set up a farmhouse here, bring Henry and Mimi with me, raise a few chickens and ducks, grow some vegetables, and watch the sunset with Andy in the evening..."
As he spoke, Zhang Zhengrong closed his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips, immersing himself in the beautiful scene he had envisioned.
"This wish is easy to fulfill, and the houses here aren't expensive. You and Andy can come here for vacation anytime. As for raising chickens and ducks, forget it. I can't stand the chicken and duck droppings flying everywhere. You'd go crazy!"
Zou Hanqiu laughed. Zhang Zhengrong only saw the peaceful side, but he didn't know that this peace required hard work to achieve. This guy was a clean freak and didn't like to work. If you asked him to raise chickens, ducks, and grow vegetables, he would go crazy in a month at most.
Ye Qingqing, who was also taking a walk to digest her food, suggested, "You can hire someone to do it. Find a skilled farmer in the area and pay him a monthly salary. If Rong-ge wants to experience life, that's fine too. He doesn't need to work every day; he can just go occasionally to cultivate his mind."
With money, everything is easy.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com