At this time, the second uncle's ears moved and he didn't hear Meng Fei's footsteps outside the yard. His face changed instantly, he straightened his waist and said to the second aunt:
"That's enough! Why are you still talking so much? It's just a jar of soybean paste. I'll go to town and buy you some more later! It's no big deal! Stop wasting time!"
Hearing what her second uncle said, her second aunt was immediately furious. Just as she was about to curse, she saw Meng Fei walking in from the front door.
Second Aunt was stunned for a moment, then her expression changed. Her originally angry face instantly returned to a peaceful one, and she said.
"Okay~~ I'll listen to you~~~ Oh, Gouzi is here, hurry into the yard, we've been busy all day, and the only thing left to do is to clean up the vegetable garden. This flood is really a disaster, the tomatoes and other fruits were about to bear fruit, but in the end they were all drowned. It's a waste of time."
Seeing Second Aunt's attitude change so quickly, Meng Fei couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he didn't dare show it on his face.
"Uncle and aunt, you two have been busy all day. Take a break and come to my house for dinner. I will make a big pot of pork ribs and beans tonight."
When he heard that there was pork ribs stewed with beans, my uncle's eyes lit up instantly. He had been busy all day and forgot to eat lunch, so he was hungry early.
"Oh! That's great, let's go, let's go, my wife, that's all for today. The work cannot be done in one day. Let's clean up tomorrow morning..."
In the middle of his words, Second Uncle was suddenly stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something. He asked with a strange look on his face, "Gouzi? You just said pork ribs stewed with beans? Where are the beans?"
“Haha, I grew it myself.”
The second uncle glanced at Meng Fei and scolded him with a smile: "You little bastard, you are making fun of your second uncle. It's only a short time now, and your vegetable garden doesn't have a shed, so how can it ripen so quickly? When we left two days ago, my beans hadn't even bloomed yet."
Seeing that his second uncle was somewhat confused, Meng Fei quickly explained and interrupted:
"Well, I put some tiger dung, leopard dung, bear dung or something like that on the vegetable field. Maybe it's because they are strong, so they grow fast. Oh, I forgot there's firewood burning under the pot. Uncle and aunt, hurry up, I'll go back and start the pot first."
Having said that, Meng Fei quickly interrupted, turned around and ran towards home.
At this time, Erye was sitting in the main seat next to the big pot, and the rest of the seats were all occupied by a group of small animals, leaving only three empty chairs.
They all looked at the steaming pot with anticipation, and drooled at the corners of their mouths. When they saw Meng Fei coming back, their eyes lit up and they looked at Meng Fei with expectant eyes.
Meng Fei couldn't help but be amused by these little guys, and said with a smile: "You little greedy cats, if you keep eating like this, you will all become fat pigs. Then we'll see how you can hunt!"
Cuihua: (￣(●●)￣)?
kindness??????
What does it have to do with me?
Why am I always here?
Who did I offend?
As he spoke, Meng Fei carefully lifted the lid of the pot, and white mist instantly covered all the small animals, making them a little panicked. But the next second, the fragrant and tempting aroma rushed straight into their nostrils, stimulating their olfactory nerves crazily. All the small animals were stunned where they were, breathing in the remaining fragrance in the air in big gulps.
"Oh my!! Isn't this just right! Hahaha!!!"
At this time, my second uncle came out of the house with my second aunt, holding a bottle of wine in their hands. It looked like it had been there for many years and the label on it could not be seen clearly.
Seeing his uncle and his wife coming, Meng Fei hurried forward to greet them and said with a smile: "Uncle and aunt, come quickly, the pot is just boiling. Hey, uncle, you said you would come, so come, what else do you bring, hehehe."
Meng Fei could tell at a glance that the wine in his second uncle's hand must be a bottle of old wine, which was different from the medicinal wine he made. The main function of medicinal wine was to nourish the body and it belonged to the category of medicine.
The wine that my second uncle brought was a rare item. This kind of old wine could not be bought on the market, let alone drunk.
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(PS: Let me say a few words. When my second uncle’s sister was just born, my second uncle buried a jar of sorghum wine in the field, saying that it was for my sister to drink when she got married.
My sister got married at the age of 27, and the wine had been buried in the ground for 27 years. In fact, when the wine was bought, it was already a jar of aged sorghum wine, which had been stored in the wine cellar for many years.
On the night of my sister's wedding, she invited the family to dinner. My second uncle took out the wine and poured half a glass for each person.
It’s not that I’m reluctant to part with it, it’s just that over the years the moisture inside has evaporated, so only a small half jar is left.
I was only in junior high school at that time. Although I had drunk alcohol, I had never drunk white wine. My father asked me to try it, saying that it was the most authentic girl’s red wine. I listened to him and poured myself half a cup.
I still remember that the wine was like cough syrup, very thick, and it didn’t have the strong spicy taste of ordinary liquor when it first took a sip. Instead, it was slightly sweet. I thought it was fine, so I just took a big gulp.
But it was fine when it went into my mouth, but something went wrong when I swallowed it. At that time, I felt a line of fire burning from my throat all the way to my stomach. That feeling was so sour and painful.
The way I scratched my ears and cheeks made the whole family laugh. Fortunately, there was some mineral water nearby. I drank a whole bottle of it and felt better.
Afterwards...I didn't eat much of the food.
Fell asleep on the table...
For many years afterwards, whenever I drank, I would recall the taste of that half cup of Nv'erhong. It was so delicious, much better than Moutai or Wuliangye. It was a pity that I didn't know how to drink it at that time and it was wasted.
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