Xu Lao went out for a trip and came back with a leper dog.

As soon as he entered the door, Uncle Li was taken aback.

Uncle Xiao Li took a pot of rice and stood at the door, looking at the husky who came back from rolling around in the mud puddle, which was funny and distressed for Xu Lao.

"What the hell is going on? Not long after you went out, you came back like this. Junjun Dahua, you came back so early, I haven't cooked this meal yet. ”

The military dog bosses took a step behind very politely and let Xu Lao enter the house.

The husky didn't know so much, he just wanted to enter the house quickly, and almost didn't squeeze Xu Lao at the threshold.

Xu Lao narrowly stabilized his body, looked down, and got a mud on his trouser legs!

The huskies rushed into the house, and for a moment several people who were busy in the house took cover.

This doesn't work if you don't dodge, and no one wants to rub the mud all over their bodies.

Husky: The baby feels isolated from the world.

Zhou Jiu entered the house first, silently landed on Uncle Li's shoulder, and looked at the rice he was holding in his hand.

Xu Lao took a group of dog bosses into the house, and the first thing he did was to chase and intercept the running huskies in the house, wanting to take them into the bathroom to take a bath.

However, the husky covered in mud is not so easy to deal with, and Xu Lao has to worry about the husky rubbing on him, and he has to worry that the husky will stain other things in the room.

The result of the restraint is that under the crowd of chasing and intercepting, the husky still wagged its tail and ran around, which was simply a zero-odd one.

Zhou Jiu didn't look at the scene of catching the dog, but looked at the rice in the basin in Uncle Li's hand seriously.

He hadn't eaten this kind of rice for a long time, but he used to eat it a lot when he was at home.

But later, after being a bird, I followed Qi Guanguan to rent a house outside, and only then did I know that the rice I ate all day was not round.

Zhou Jiu knew that there was long-grain rice, but he didn't eat it often.

Because the rice eaten at home is generally round-grained, and occasionally when I go to the same school to eat, the rice I eat is also round-grained.

Unless he went to some stores to buy fast food, he really rarely ate long-grained rice, which led Zhou Jiu to think that all the food at home was round-grained all day.

So when Zhou Jiugang ate with Qi Guanguan, it was still fresh for a while.

Long-grain rice!

Rare and interesting.

It's as if the baby in the city has just gone to the countryside, and he can't wait to eat sweet potatoes and corn instead of rice every day, and he thinks that this life is very good.

As everyone knows, in the eyes of those old farmers squatting on the ground, these city people who drove down to pick and fry vegetables from the sweet potato leaves fed to the pigs were simply out of their minds.

Before he had time to buy bird food, Zhou Jiu ate a few meals of long-grain rice, and after it was fresh, he finally got tired of eating.

I thought that Qi Guanguan was also fresh, and Zhou Jiu, who would soon change back to round-grain rice, found that in the Xianyuan Community, every household eats long-grain rice.

The worldview suffered a small shock.

Zhou Jiu flapped his wings, not wanting to recall that time, how much he missed that time, the simple and simple round grains of white rice.

Tomorrow I will be hungry every day, but I can't eat a bite.

Sure enough, the more I get used to something, the more terrible I think about it.

It was the first time that Uncle Li had a bird standing on his shoulder, and he was in a very beautiful mood, and when he saw Zhou Jiu's eyes staring at Mi, he couldn't help but start introducing him.

"This is the first time you've seen rice of this shape, I've heard that in your south, you eat japonica rice and other rice, long-grained rice. Today, Uncle will make you a meal of rice that we eat here, not Uncle Blow......"

Zhou Jiu exhaled.

As soon as this classic word came out, I knew that this uncle must be about to start blowing.

It's like the teacher says that if I don't assign homework, he will assign homework.

It's like the boss says that it's not that I want you to work overtime, it's that you're going to work overtime soon.

The process and the words are not important, and the result is already in the conversation anyway.

Zhou Jiu flapped his wings and tilted his head and waited for the uncle to start blowing.

"I'm not proud of it......"

Okay, know you're going to be proud.

"Our rice is called incense. Don't you see that everything in the world pays attention to a process? Old hens are definitely more fragrant than the chickens that come out of the cage in three months in the chicken chop shop. The rice wine that has been buried in the ground for three years is definitely more mellow than the daughter red that has just been brewed. It's the same with rice, we can only harvest one crop of rice a year, so it's much better than you can harvest two or three crops of rice a year, right?"

Zhou Jiu admits this, this round-grained rice is delicious, the long growth cycle is one thing, and the natural conditions of the location are also unique.

The sunshine and rain are abundant, the black soil is fertile, and the irrigated water is pure and pollution-free, so it naturally grows well and tastes good.

However, its advantages are also its disadvantages, and it is difficult to have some other competitive advantages when it grows well, such as mass production.

Long-grain rice grows two or three times a year, which is equivalent to three times as many people who can feed round-grain rice in a year.

Food and clothing are always in front of taste, and cost is the premise of enjoyment.

It is absolutely impossible to say that the South cannot think of a way to grow this kind of round-grained rice.

Not to mention anything else, not long ago, a magic rice ancestor of "seawater rice" was created, but he was an authentic southerner.

It's not impossible, it's just that it hasn't been done.

Each has its own advantages, how good it is for a hundred flowers to bloom, and if you eat only one kind for a long time, you are afraid that you will get tired.

Uncle Xiao Li happily went into the kitchen to wash rice, Zhou Jiu didn't get off his shoulder, he still watched Uncle Li do it one by one.

There was still a living creature standing on his shoulder, and Uncle Li's movements were inevitably a little restrained, and he was also distracted by talking.

"You'll love it when you eat it later. Uncle doesn't use a pressure cooker to press out the rice, and later Uncle will cook you a pot of rice with firewood, and there is rice soup to drink!"

Zhou Jiu flapped his wings, a little looking forward to it.

Rice soup was something he had only drunk when he was a child, and when rice cookers became popular, where did anyone still serve rice soup when cooking?

Many of the children born later don't even know what rice soup is.

Speaking of rice soup, Uncle Li's storytelling mind has come up again.

"Do you know that rice soup is very nutritious! In the past, there was no milk powder, and many little babies grew up drinking rice soup as milk. Once upon a time, there was a wicked daughter-in-law who asked her mother-in-law to cook but refused to give her food, only allowed her to drink rice soup, and guess what?"

Zhou Jiu: Do you guess me?

Uncle Li: I guess you guess.

Zhou Jiu: Guess again.

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