In the box, except for Jiang Feng's silk yam, the other dishes have already been served.

Because this was originally a meal for Jiang Shoucheng to open a small stove alone, Jiang Zaide was considered to be rubbing rice, so there were not many dishes, only grilled elbows, chopped pepper fish heads, sea, land and air pickled fried rice, mapo tofu, chrysanthemum fish, two small pots of porridge and shredded yam still in the pot.

The amount of each dish is not too much, and the old man deliberately chose a small one when choosing an elbow. After this afternoon's incident, Mr. Jiang suddenly realized that among his four grandchildren, only Jiang Feng, who has been under 200 pounds, and Jiang Ran, who has recently lost a lot of weight because of his studies, have girlfriends, and the remaining two may really be too fat so they can't find a girlfriend.

Now the young man thinks about eating every day, he doesn't work to work, he sits and doesn't exercise, and these two uncompetitive grandsons have no talent for cooking, and they can't be like Jiang Feng and Jiang Jiankang who are in the kitchen every day. Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng are both fat and their sturdy fathers are completely incomparable, and it is estimated that the fat and fat of their bodies can float up if they fall into the river, which will indeed affect the future search for a daughter-in-law.

In the old man's heart, these two grandsons are not angry, but they can't be so angry that they can't even marry their wives.

The old man is even already thinking about how to mention the eldest daughter-in-law, so that she and the second daughter-in-law can pay attention to their son's fat together.

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Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng knew that Ji Xue and Ji Xia Bacheng would come up to eat with them, so they sat in the box and waited reservedly, just using their eyes and simple words to divide who occupied which part of the elbow on the table, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Ji Xue led Ji Xia upstairs, walked into the box, nodded and smiled at Jiang Zaide and Jiang Shoucheng, and found a place to sit down.

In fact, Ji Xue has only seen Jiang Shoucheng and Jiang Zaide, and this afternoon was the first time he talked to them when he was at the train station, and the relationship was very rusty, just a little impression of his face and figure.

Ji Xue glanced at Jiang Shoucheng, she roughly remembered that Jiang Shoucheng should be Jiang Feng's cousin who worked in the hospital, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight. Ji Xue remembered that the last time Jiang Weiming's old man celebrated his birthday, the two brothers looked about the same size, but now Jiang Shoucheng is obviously much thinner than Jiang Zaide, and the clothes on his body don't seem to fit well, and they are a little fat.

"Since everyone is ready, let's eat first, otherwise the food will be cold, my little brother, they should come up later, you eat in shifts, let's eat first." Jiang Shoucheng picked up the chopsticks and pointed to the elbow in front of him.

Not to be outdone, Jiang Zaide also stretched out his chopsticks to the parts he directly valued.

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From recently, Ji Xia, who sat down at the dinner table with his head bowed and his back hunched and silent, raised his head at this time, and counted the dishes on the table in disbelief.

Everyone?

4 people for 7 courses and so many staples?

Don't...... Can all the people in Peking eat it like this?

Ji Xia, who has lived in the town and village for a long time, has no mobile phone, no TV at home, no friends, and rarely communicates with the outside world, as if he lives in the mountains, even if he runs away from home for nearly three months, he has only been working in a garment factory, afraid of exposing his own information, and the communication with others is basically 0, and his life has always been very closed.

Ji Xue saw Ji Xia looking at the eight-treasure porridge on the table in a daze, thinking that she wanted to drink porridge, in order to repair the sisterhood that had long been broken when she was caught home and beaten up before, she took the initiative to help her scoop the porridge.

Ji Xia actually didn't want to drink porridge at all, she wanted to eat meat.

She didn't have money to eat meat at school, and she didn't have much opportunity to eat meat at home, so she could only eat meat when she went to her grandmother's house during the New Year's holidays.

Even in the three months when she ran away from home, she was reluctant to spend the salary she received and secretly hid it by herself. There is no meat in the food of the garment factory, and even if there is, it is only some leftovers and fried meat that is difficult to eat, and the meat that is now on the table is full of oil and water, full of color and flavor, and the meat with a strong meat fragrance is completely two kinds of meat.

Even if she drank porridge, she didn't want to drink eight-treasure porridge, she wanted to drink the preserved egg lean porridge next to her that could see the meat on the surface.

But because the relationship between her and Ji Xue is now a broken sisterhood, Ji Xia didn't speak, lowered her head, and acquiesced.

Ji Xia picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of eight-treasure porridge, brought it to his mouth, and glanced at the big fish and meat on the table unwillingly.

She knew very well that she was just a person who came over to eat and drink, so she resisted the desire to take chopsticks and wrapped a whole spoonful of eight-treasure porridge in one bite.

Sweet.

It's still very glutinous.

Slippery.

It's much more delicious than the eight-treasure porridge that Sister Pingping bought her in the supermarket during the Chinese New Year.

Delicious.

One bite, two bites.

One scoop, two scoops.

Ji Xia had never drunk such a delicious eight-treasure porridge, and he never thought that there would be a better porridge than meat and snacks in this world.

It's even better than my grandmother's stewed chicken during the Chinese New Year.

Eating and eating, Ji Xia was no longer satisfied with scooping slowly with a spoon, it was too inefficient to drink porridge like this. Ji Xia put down the spoon, picked up the small bowl, and gulped down the eight-treasure porridge.

It's just that Ji Xia's gobbling up is definitely Sven compared to Jiang Shoucheng, who has never tasted meat at the same table for more than half a month, and has never even tasted the taste of sour shredded potatoes.

Ji Xue, who was paying close attention to Ji Xia's actions while eating, saw that she had already begun to pick up the bowl and drink porridge, and thought that Ji Xia loved candy when she was a child, and even had to put a candy in her mouth when she slept. Before he entered elementary school, he already had three cavities in his mouth, and when he cried when he pulled out the teeth, Ji Xue felt that it must be Ji Xia's eight-treasure porridge that he loved Jiang Feng very much.

Waiting for Ji Xia's bowl of eight-treasure porridge to go down, Ji Xue picked up Ji Xia's bowl again and scooped another bowl of eight-treasure porridge.

Ji Xia hated.

It is true that this is indeed the best porridge she has ever drunk, and it is also the first time that she feels that there is a better porridge in this world than meat, but she really wants to eat meat.

Especially in this scene where the table is full of meat and all kinds of pungent meat smells drill into her nose, she especially wants to eat meat.

The plate is oily and thick, and most of it has been divided, and the skin and meat are all open, and the elbow that beckons to Ji Xia on the plate is delicious.

There is also the plate of red and spicy, even the bottom of the fish soup is red, it is also divided in half, and the snow-white fish meat is still steaming in the plate with chopped pepper fish head, you don't need to look at it to know that it must be delicious.

Not to mention the plate of chrysanthemum fish in the middle, although Ji Xia doesn't seem to be able to tell what kind of meat this dish is, this dish fried until golden brown and drizzled with sauce is the most attractive to Ji Xia in a sense.

Children love to eat fried chicken, and Ji Xia is just a minor child who has just turned 16 years old, although she has never eaten fried food other than the croquettes made by her grandmother during the Chinese New Year, but this natural hobby cannot be changed.

It was Sang Ming who plated the chrysanthemum fish, although I don't know what his idea was this time, but it was definitely not the idea of fish. Not to mention Ji Xia, even if it was Ji Xue, if she didn't know that the name of this dish was chrysanthemum fish, she wouldn't be able to tell that this was actually fish with Sang Ming's wonderful presentation style.

Ji Xue brought the second bowl of eight-treasure porridge to Ji Xia.

Ji Xia looked at the eight-treasure porridge in front of him, and his head lowered.

"If you like it, drink two more bowls. Ji Xue said with concern, trying to repair the broken sisterhood.

The scars on Ji Xia's body that were whipped with bamboo by Ji Xue and Ji Xue's mother when they were angry have not yet dissipated, and Ji Xue is the kind of person who regrets it after smoking, and she can't say anything, so she can only keep speculating about Ji Xia's thoughts along the way, and then do something to try to repair the sisterhood.

Ji Xia picked up the bowl and began to drink porridge.

Her sister didn't understand her at all, she never did!

She wants to eat meat.