Milong shut his mouth and felt a little embarrassed looking at the pot. He really didn't know how to cook. Why should a grown man learn how to cook?
Shuo Yu pushed Milong away, stirred up the pile of things he had put in, covered the pot, and waited quietly for the seasonings to mix. How could a person who had lived for ten thousand years not know how to cook?
In the dark night, Fanla, Kangya, Li Wula and the others blocked the door of their courtyard, in case there were any freeloaders who might smell the food and want to come in and share a piece of the pie.
Shuo Yu leaned against the veterinarian, smelling the tobacco in his hand, and looked at Mi Long, who seemed to have suddenly come alive after being stewed with pork and vermicelli tonight. He stood in front of the pot, singing a song that every Northeastern child has heard.
The song makes people want to cry. A homesick child misses his home all the time. It may not be good, or even rich, but as long as they stay together, it is warm enough.
The kang in Northeast China is the most soothing to the hearts of every Northeast child who has been away from home for a long time.
"My home is on the Songhua River in Northeast China, where soybeans and sorghum grow all over the mountains...
And my aging parents~
September 18th, September 18th, that tragic time~!
…
Wandering~Wandering~!
..."
Shuoyu felt that Milong's singing was really terrible, so he started to join in, trying to get the tune back to normal, but this was not normal in the first place.
When he lifted the lid of the pot again and stirred the contents with a wooden spoon, more than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at him with gleaming eyes, waiting for his next words.
Shuo Yu carefully felt the vermicelli in his mouth. The vermicelli soaked in the thick soup was his favorite part of this dish, even more than the meat.
Looking at those dozen pairs of shining eyes, I opened my mouth.
"Alright, alright, bring all the bowls over here."
Today they not only have pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew, but also rice. The rice is provided by Boss Mi. Shuo Yu reached out for it, and the reason he gave was, how can the Northeastern pork, cabbage and vermicelli stew not be served with rice?
Milong was speechless after being questioned. He took out a few big coins and gave them to Doubing and the others to buy rice.
The rice is also cooked at this time, with a rich grain aroma and a hint of sweetness, fumigating all eyes that come close to it.
Shuoyu strives to ensure that everyone has meat and cabbage in their bowls.
"Brother Banxian, I want to eat some vermicelli too."
"Go away, the vermicelli is mine. Eat more meat, everyone eats meat, why are you fighting with me for it?"
Li Wula shed tears as he ate, Milong stopped talking after taking a bite, Shuoyu slurped down a large bowl of vermicelli noodles, burped loudly, and sighed, "This is the authentic pork stewed with vermicelli noodles~!"
In fact, no one knows whether it is authentic or not. After all, two of the three Northeasterners were speechless and just kept their heads down to eat.
One was eating in a hurry, swallowing it down while burning his throat.
If someone chews slowly and carefully, they would think he is eating Shanghai snacks.
Everyone was trying hard to dig into the food in their mouths, wishing they could swallow their tongues together. No one wanted to say anything. Even Maodou buried his little face in his bowl and licked it.
It had been a long time since anyone had eaten something like this, something people should eat, and even Ayi was a little flustered.
Shuo Yu was not actually hungry. He always forgot that he also needed to eat. It was not until the stomachs of the people around him started rumbling and reminded him that he would suddenly remember to get something to make his stomach rumble a little quieter.
He stood up to liven up the atmosphere. Today was indeed a good day, not only because it was Ayi's birthday, but also because, as Ayi said, victory was in sight, because hope was right in front of them, right where they could reach.
"Don't you have anything to say? The atmosphere is so good today, don't worry, there's enough food in this pot for everyone to eat until they puke."
"What are you doing? You're so loud."
This was the only Milong who was not in a hurry to eat. He squinted his eyes and looked at Shuoyu who stood up.
Meng Fanle and Kang Ya leaned against each other. This was already their second bowl. Now they finally had the chance to enjoy the feeling of the food lingering in their mouths.
They leaned on the same piece of wood, looking at Shuoyu, the brightest one among them, who was standing in the middle.
Meng Fanle sometimes thought that maybe he really was a half-immortal who fell from the sky, so even if he was with a bunch of scum like us, we could tell he was different at a glance.
There are many insects along the Yunnan border. The firelight can not only be used for lighting, but also attract mosquitoes that come to the fire. Shuo Yu fanned the fire and looked around at the guys who only looked at him stupidly. Since no one came, I will go first.
"You guys won't come here, so I'll go first. I'm going to sing a song, a song I still remember the words and tune."
Talking to Ayi all the time made him speak with a Shanghainese accent. Milong rubbed the goose bumps on his body, glanced at Ayi who was not far away from him, and punched him. Ayi was clapping and cheering for Shuoyu, but was stunned by Milong's punch. He looked at Milong a little confused.
"It's all your fault. You've messed up his accent."
Meng Fanle was happy to see any misfortune happen to anyone, and he covered his mouth and laughed secretly. It was not spicy. He asked for Madoubing and a few others. He also slapped Shuoyu twice. It was dispensable.
In this atmosphere, Shuo Yu sang to himself. His singing was not good, but he was just singing in tune.
"There is a dragon in the ancient East, his name is China.
There was a group of people in the ancient East, all of them were descendants of the dragon.
I grew up under the feet of a giant dragon, and when I grow up I will be a descendant of the dragon.
Black eyes, black hair, yellow skin, we are descendants of the dragon forever.
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