Ye Fan and Chef He each held a bowl of instant noodles and squatted in the corner eating.
"Brother, what should we do now?"
"Let's wait and see." Ye Fan slurped up a mouthful of instant noodles. "The scenery here is nice, let's have some fun for a few days."
Ye Fan and Chef He didn't want to make the trip again since they didn't see Yu Hui today.
then.
They discussed it and decided to stay at the temple for a few days, which would be considered a publicly funded trip.
......
On the other side.
Under the sunshade.
There were four makeshift wood-burning stoves set up.
In front of the wood-fired stove, a shirtless, middle-aged man with a large belly and three middle-aged women were stir-frying vegetables.
The middle-aged man is Chef Wang, and the others are part of his team.
There was also an older woman watching over things, responsible for adding firewood, seasonings, and other tasks.
It was almost noon.
They sped up, afraid they wouldn't be able to serve the food on time before midnight.
at the same time.
Many villagers sat around several tables under the sunshade, waiting for the feast to begin.
In addition to villagers from the same village, villagers from neighboring villages and towns who love to join in the fun also came.
Each village has its own customs.
In some places, you have to present gifts before you can sit down to eat, but Qingquan Village is different.
Even if you don't give a gift, you can still attend a large banquet in the village.
Even if you don't know the host.
After offering your blessings and receiving permission from the event director, you can then sit down at the table for a meal.
As long as you have enough face, you can get free food and drinks every day!
And they'll be treated to the best food and wine!
At this moment, Guo You and his children sat together and received blessings from several groups of people.
One group of people was among them.
He didn't know any of them.
I only heard from my fellow villagers that those people were professional freeloaders.
They can be found in the surrounding villages and towns, at any wedding or funeral.
Time passed little by little.
Chef Wang rushed to prepare all the dishes before noon, just waiting to start eating.
Yu Hui grew up in the town and rarely attended village banquets.
I was a little excited for a moment.
Before all the dishes were served, he had already filled a large bowl with rice, waiting to eat his fill later.
Soon, the aunties who were helping brought over the dishes.
Braised pork hock, steamed pork with rice flour, braised beef, stir-fried chicken with vegetables, stir-fried pork intestines with pickled radish, roast duck, poached chicken, braised fish, peaches, corn and pork rib soup, etc.
There are 12 dishes in total.
It was almost entirely meat dishes, with only one or two vegetarian dishes to cut through the richness.
Just as the food was served, we heard arguing coming from the next table.
"Aunt Wang, we haven't even started eating yet, and you've already taken out a plastic bag?"
"Then hurry up and eat! I have two grandsons waiting for me to bring them lunch!"
"I'm a little scared when I see the plastic bags in your hands. Can't we still have fun?"
"In that case, I won't stand on ceremony!"
Yu Hui turned his head to look over.
I noticed that the older women at the next table had already started grabbing at the food.
An older woman poured the whole fish into a plastic bag.
Seeing this, another older woman was not to be outdone; she picked up the large pork knuckle with her bare hands and started gnawing on it.
The only young woman at that table.
Seeing this, I was quite frightened and quickly ran to the table opposite, which was full of old men.
The older men were much gentler than the older women.
They mainly drank and chatted.
Yu Hui smiled and thought to himself:
"Art really does imitate life. Those videos of middle-aged women scrambling for vegetables online are far too conservatively filmed..."
He was at the same table with Chen Zhe, Huang Chengcheng, and others today, all of whom were his own people, so there was no issue of fighting over food.
Just eat it without worry.
Even if there isn't enough food on the table, Yu Hui can always find a back door to ask the chef for more.
Yu Hui first picked up a piece of braised beef and took a bite.
First taste: Salty, too salty.
Besides the salty taste, you can't taste any other flavors.
He then tried dipping it in chili oil.
Good heavens!
This is both spicy and salty!
Yu Hui couldn't help but spit out a piece of braised beef before he could even chew it a few times.
After spitting it out, he took a sip of orange juice and thought to himself:
"Sure enough, after eating too much of my own cooking, my palate has become more discerning."
This time, we're having a banquet.
Whether it was the chef's poor skills or Yu Hui's picky palate, he was very dissatisfied with the meal.
He didn't want to eat anymore before he'd even finished half a bowl of rice.
"I'm stuffed."
After finishing his orange juice, Yu Hui prepared to go back to the living room on the second floor to watch his TV series.
"You've finished eating?" Huang Chengcheng asked, a little puzzled.
Yu Hui grunted in agreement, then got up and headed home.
Yu Hui wasn't the only one dissatisfied with the lunch; many villagers shared his opinion.
The middle-aged women at that table just now happily sat down to eat after grabbing the main dishes.
And what was the result?
After finishing their meal, they threw the large pork knuckle and braised fish they had stolen onto the table, not even bothering to leave the plastic bags behind.
The uncles at the other tables were the same.
They were drinking and eating cold dishes the whole time, only taking a few bites of the main dishes.
"Manager Guo, which chef did you hire this time?"
Guo Xianjin was doing accounts in his room when Guo Fuqiang walked over with a troubled look on his face.
"What's wrong?" Guo Xianjin asked.
He hadn't had time to eat yet and didn't know how the food would be.
Why!
Guo Fuqiang sighed and told Guo Xianjin what he had just seen.
"What?"
"The older women don't want the things they put in plastic bags anymore?" Guo Xianjin was somewhat surprised.
He knew all too well the village women; they were like monsters whenever there was a feast.
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