"Dashu, Dashu, come here, there's something going on!" Liu Shunzi was afraid that Zhao Dashu could not handle the people in the old house, so he hurriedly sent him away.
There was no one around Old Man Zhao. Apart from his son, no one else came near him. I felt angry and frustrated all morning.
After all, he is Zhao Dashu's father, and they work for his son, so he can be considered half the boss. But when he saw him, the bastard did nothing except say hello and chat with him for a few minutes.
The old man has wronged everyone. It's not that everyone doesn't want to talk, but everyone is aware that they were not happy with the conversation just now and they just don't want to cause trouble. Besides, everyone in the village knew why they split up.
After noon, people went home for lunch one after another. Zhao Dashu and Liu Shunzi invited the foreman to come home for lunch. The village chief nudged Zhao Dashu with his elbow and said, "Call your father for dinner."
Zhao Dashu didn’t understand why the old man was standing for so long. Didn’t he feel bored?
"Dad, it's noon. Come to my house for dinner. My mother is already cooked."
Mr. Zhao didn't call out because he was not sure whether his wife had done their part. After all, he didn't tell her in advance. I thought to myself, if his share is not enough, I should give it to myself. As for my brother, go home and eat some steamed bread.
Old man Zhao snorted coldly. He thought he could become invisible and no one could see him standing here! Shaking his sleeves, he followed everyone and took Mr. Zhao to the dilapidated house of the village chief.
Zhao Dashu had a headache. With one more person, what would he do if there wasn't enough food? How could the old man not have any sympathy at all?
When the guys came into the dilapidated house, Old Man Zhao was stunned. He knew that the village chief's house was not much better than the one he gave to the third brother. At most, it would not collapse so quickly. But he didn't expect that now, after being cleaned up by the third brother, it looked quite presentable. At least, it looks like a place where someone lives.
Two tables had been set up in the yard. Seeing the people coming in from the old house, Zhao Xiaoyu pouted. The old man was thicker-skinned than she thought. Since her previous life, what she hated most was people who pestered her.
"Dad, you're here!" Song hurried forward to greet him, after all, it was not an honor for an elder to come to the house. "There are two basins over there. Wash your hands first. Sister Liu and I will serve the dishes."
"Hmm!" The old man raised his head slightly and uttered a word from his throat, which was very expressive.
Putting onion in a pig's nose - pretending to be an elephant.
Song and Zheng were busy serving the dishes, and the dishes on both tables were the same. Today is the opening day, and the food is plentiful, so it can be considered an opening banquet.
Pork belly stewed with radish, braised carp. Fugui caught the fish in the river yesterday and Aunt Liu brought it over in the morning. Home-cooked eggplant, smashed cucumber, and scrambled eggs with chili.
The staple food is brown rice soup and steamed bread made of coarse flour, with less white flour.
After washing my hands, I looked at the big table. Is this what the third brother is cooking? Is it really as the third brother said, that he is a great cook and made his family rich by cooking?
"Today I will come and try the cooking skills of my third brother and sister-in-law. My third brother told me that thanks to your cooking recipes, our family has become very rich. We have been together for more than ten years, but I didn't know that my third brother and sister-in-law are so good?"
It sounded weird, meaning that either his mother's craftsmanship was just a bluff, or she was hiding it in the old house. Uncle, you are very smart, right?
"Uncle, please try it. Grandma controls the food at home. If you add even one more drop of oil or even one more grain of salt, she will scold you for a long time. You know that. If the food is not seasoned, no matter how good the chef is, he can't make it taste good!"
"My daughter is right. Your grandma is very strict about everything. Every day, we have only black steamed bread and boiled cabbage. Even the imperial chef can't do anything. Come on, everyone, please take a seat. Dad, please sit here. Chef, please take a seat. Everyone, please don't be polite. The steamed bread is enough. Eat and drink. Take a rest. You will have strength to work in the afternoon."
"Ai!"
Everyone sat down and the old man picked up a piece of fried eggs with chili peppers with chopsticks. The golden eggs and green chilies exuded an enticing aroma. This dish was closest to him and he couldn't resist it any longer.
It is spicy and delicious, the chili is crispy and the egg is tender, especially good with rice. He ate a mouthful of spicy egg and a bite of steamed bread without saying a word. Mom, I only found out this is how the third brother’s family cooks after we split up. Compared to now, he used to eat pig food.
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