My second uncle and second aunt have lived in the countryside all their lives, so they naturally don’t know whether this thing is good or bad. They said a little embarrassedly:
"Hey, auntie, if you said you would come, just come. Why are you being so polite? Come on, come inside and don't stand outside anymore."
As he spoke, he led the few people into the house.
At this time, Meng Long grabbed Meng Fei, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Gouzi, where did this friend of yours come from? He gave me a box of 1998 Maotai!"
Meng Fei shrugged: "I don't know, I just know that his family is in business, and I guess their business is pretty good."
"Oh my god! What a big business that must be! I heard from a friend of mine that he had a bottle of 2003 Moutai that sold for more than 80,000 yuan. Wouldn't this 1998 Moutai be able to sell for more than 100,000 yuan!! And there are six bottles in this box... My goodness! Gouzi, I'll deliver this wine to you tonight. After all, they came here for you, and it wouldn't be nice for us to accept it."
"Oh, that's nothing. Just keep it. I don't want it. Besides, if I wanted to drink, I would just come here. Why should I be polite to you? Hahaha." Meng Fei laughed and ignored Meng Long and went into the house.
At this time, in the second uncle's house, Grandma Feng Shuyi was imitating the second aunt, taking off her shoes and climbing onto the kang.
As soon as she sat on the kang, Grandma Shuyi's eyes suddenly lit up.
He felt warm and comfortable under his butt.
Especially my knees, which had been itchy and numb from the cold, no longer hurt at all.
"Oh~~ The kangs in your Northeast are really comfortable! They are much more comfortable than the electric blankets in our South." Grandma Feng Shuyi said with a smile, squinting her eyes.
"Haha, that's not great. Auntie, you chat with them first. I'll go and prepare the dishes. They should be almost done by now."
After saying hello, Second Aunt went to the kitchen and started working.
Second Uncle and Second Master rarely meet strangers on weekdays, so they didn't open their mouths and just listened to Meng Fei, Meng Long and Feng Shuyi chatting.
The middle-aged man should be their driver or butler or something like that. He stood in the corner with a sullen face and said nothing.
Feng Shuyi's grandmother looked at the furnishings in the house with great interest, her face full of curiosity.
As she looked, her eyes fell on the Second Master.
Knowing that there were going to be guests at Ji's house, Second Uncle heated the house very high. Second Master was the kind of person who was afraid of heat, so he took off his coat not long after entering the house, revealing the short-sleeved vest underneath.
Although the Second Master is over eighty years old, he is still in very good health. The veins on his two strong arms are bulging, like a lurking dragon.
His chest was broad and solid, like two neatly arranged stones, demonstrating unparalleled strength.
The whole person exuded a masculine aura, which made Grandma Feng Shuyi dazed.
Erye, who was listening to Meng Fei and others chatting, felt a strange gaze looking at him and subconsciously glanced around.
But when he saw Grandma Feng Shuyi staring at him, Erye was stunned, then he smiled and nodded as a greeting.
Grandma Feng Shuyi also smiled back, then turned her head away, pretending nothing had happened.
However, no one noticed that a flash of girlish blush passed across Grandma Feng Shuyi's face, which was fleeting.
Soon, Second Aunt brought a large pot of steaming sauerkraut stewed pork ribs to the table.
As the heat continued to rise, a rich fragrance filled the entire cabin.
The sauerkraut has been blended with the pork ribs in the pot, losing its original astringency and becoming soft and warm. They are intertwined with the pork ribs and snuggle with each other. The sourness of the sauerkraut and the fragrance of the pork ribs penetrate each other under the catalysis of heat, forming a unique and rich complex aroma.
The aroma was sour but not sharp, fragrant but not greasy, with a slight hint of mellowness after fermentation, rising in the air and directly into everyone's nasal cavity.
"Gudong~" A heavy sound of swallowing saliva came from Feng Shuyi.
Everyone looked over at Gu Guang. Feng Shu felt awkward and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hehe, I haven't eaten since this morning. I'm a little hungry... Hehe."
"Oh! Look how hungry the child is. Now you are family, so don't be polite. Come on, come on, everyone come to the table, Auntie! Please sit here, it's warm!" The second uncle laughed and led Grandma Feng Shuyi to the edge of the kang.
When eating in Northeast China, the elders in the family usually sit at the edge of the kang.
First of all, the location is relatively high, so you can reach all the dishes on the table.
Secondly, the kang is warm, so the elders in the family can sit more comfortably.
After leading several people to the table, the second uncle discovered that the middle-aged man who was slightly younger than himself did not sit at the table and was still standing in the corner.
"Brother, you just stand there after entering the house. You must be tired. Come to the table and eat."
However, the middle-aged man ignored his second uncle and continued standing there.
Seeing this, Grandma Feng Shuyi coughed lightly and said slowly: "Xiao Li, now that you are here, relax a little. There is no need to be tense. Come, come to the table and eat something."
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, walked to the table and sat down.
But compared with Meng Fei and the others, he was still a little more cautious and vigilant.
"Come on, come on, everyone, start eating. It won't taste good if it gets cold." Second Aunt called out.
After hearing this, everyone stopped being polite and started eating.
Ever since Feng Shuyi returned, he has been craving for Northeastern cuisine. He has visited more than ten Northeastern restaurants in Shanghai, but none of them tasted like the one he had at Meng Fei's house. He couldn't even describe what the taste was exactly.
Feng Shuyi was the first to pick up a piece of pork ribs and put it into the bowl.
The ribs, after being carefully stewed, have an attractive color and are covered in rich soup. They are a deep and mellow brown in color, with a slight oily sheen, like amber that has been carefully moisturized by time.
The fascia where the meat and bones are connected is slightly transparent. With a light bite, it can be separated from the bones. The texture of the tender meat is clearly visible, and it is full of the sour and fragrant juice of sauerkraut, exuding a fresh fragrance.
Feng Shuyi's eyes suddenly lit up!
That’s the taste!
It’s this simple and plain taste!
There is not so much technology to live with!
Not so many flavor enhancers!
Some are just the aroma and deliciousness brought by the ingredients themselves!
As he continued chewing, a look of satisfaction gradually appeared on Feng Shuyi's face.
But his stomach began to protest and growled.
Stomach: "You bastard! Just chew it a few times and swallow it! I'm still waiting!"
Mouth: "Don't worry, let me chew it a few more times. It's so delicious! I can't bear to swallow it!"
Everyone ate and chatted, and the atmosphere was warm and peaceful.
At this time, Erye suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "Oh my! You're just taking care of yourself, Gouzi! Go home and get some wine. How can you not drink when guests come?"
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