"There is only one Kuang, the three of you will compete openly with your strength, and see who can catch up with him in the end. Coach Xiong lost no time in interjecting.

"If I run with my foot, no one will compel me. Kuang Dejun said arrogantly.

Xiong Renqing: "......".

This person is either stupid or stupid, people match you up, you cut the money, the bridge is demolished, what is the way.

"You're a little hungry, aren't you, please come with me!" Kuang said, leading the group into another shed.

Hungry, come with him, is there food in the greenhouse?

What about the vegetable feast? And the chicken soup made with spiritual spring water? It's a drooling idea of it.

"There are a few agricultural products that you can eat right away: melons, corn, and cucumbers, which you can pick and eat without washing. I won't talk about melons and cucumbers, my corn can be picked and eaten, and the taste is like a fruit sold in the market outside. After Kuang Dejun finished speaking, he broke off a pound of corn from a corn stalk, peeled off the corn leaves, revealing the green particles inside, and took a bite, his mouth was sweet, crisp and tender, and the taste was sweeter than snow plough apples.

Huang Yuanping picked two cucumbers and handed one to Meng Diploma: "Come, cucumbers, I usually eat them raw." ”

But this cucumber is a bit big, weighing a pound. After nibbling on this cucumber, you don't have to eat dinner. Meng said: "Let's break a section, just try it." He divided the two long cucumbers into six, took one for himself, and handed the rest to the others.

After the cucumber is broken, it emits a fragrance, a natural aroma of natural plants and trees. When you take a bite, you will be struck by the rich, distinctive cucumber flavor in your mouth.

"This cucumber...... It's delicious!"

Xiong Renqing swallowed a section of cucumber in three or two bites, and then stepped into the melon field, picked a melon of nearly four or five catties, and held it in front of everyone.

Coach Xiong took out a folding fruit knife from his waist and cut dozens of pieces of a melon as big as a watermelon. Everyone squatted in the ridges of the field and began to eat melons.

"My mother, is this still a melon?" Xiong Renqing was instantly intoxicated by a sense of happiness that filled his heart. The taste of this melon is completely different from his own impression, and this melon subverts all his previous stereotypes of fruits. What fruit in the world tastes better than melon?

"Isn't the melon growing season only in June, July and August? It's already late autumn, can you still grow melons in this shed?" Meng Yuan stuffed a large piece of melon into his mouth, turned his head and asked Kuang Dejun.

"My vegetable greenhouse can produce all kinds of vegetables regardless of season. Kuang Dejun said.

At this time, the sound of Kuangde calling everyone to eat came from outside the vegetable greenhouse.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the little chef at my base has finished cooking, please come with me to eat some coarse vegetables and light rice." ”

People who seem to be very gentle, under some kind of inducement, will also become gluttonous eaters.

Kuang Dexi took local materials, boiled a pot of local chicken stewed straw mushrooms, a bowl of green vegetables and taro, a bowl of stewed corn with white baskets, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried mustard greens, and fried lentils,...... Except for a large pot of local chicken stewed with straw mushrooms, which is considered a meat dish, the others are vegetarian dishes.

A group of workers were at the other two tables, hulala and feasting. Kuang Dejun accompanied several guests at the main table.

"I'm sorry, it's all some vegetables, but I can tell you that these vegetables are produced in this base, and I and my workers usually eat these vegetarian dishes, of course, we don't usually slaughter chickens, and today's slaughtering of chickens is to entertain your guests." Kuang Dejun said politely to everyone.

"Let's have a bowl of soup first. He helped Huang Yuanping and Meng Yuan fill a bowl. Then when Xiong Ren Qingsheng was about to pass, he snatched the soup spoon: "Alas, I'll do it myself." Don't be so polite. Xiong Renqing dug a big spoonful of the stewed local chicken and straw mushrooms into his own bowl, and when he served the soup, he only hated that the bowl was shallow.

When he was done, he handed the spoon to the three girls next to him.

Liu Meiyan filled half a bowl, and the other two did the same. Girls are more formal and polite on the surface.

Huang Yuanping and Meng Yuan had tasted the delicious chicken stewed with straw mushrooms before, and the products that Kuang Dejun first supplied to the supermarket were intercepted by Huang Yuanping's own five or six. There are only more than a dozen on the sales counter.

Xiong Renqing and the three girls only tasted the deliciousness of vegetables last time, so they focused on those pots of vegetables. But I was also attracted by the aroma of the local chicken stewed straw mushrooms that soaked into the bone marrow, and I couldn't help but take a sip.

Instantly, the shock of the heart is simple and impossible to describe in words, this chicken soup is so sweet, the delicate chicken melts in the mouth, mixed with the natural and elegant flavor of the fragrance of herbs and trees, stirring the strings of the fluttering taste buds hidden in the depths of the heart......

It's delicious. After eating this local chicken soup, all the chicken in the world tastes the same as chewing wax.

Hurriedly drank the soup in the bowl, staring at the casserole, there was only a small amount of good food left in it.

"Mr. Kuang, your bowl is a little small. The spoon of the soup was already in the hands of Meng Xuan, and this time he took matters into his own hands and piled a small bowl into a mountain. Then he handed the spoon to Huang Yuanping. The tacit cooperation between these two cousins made Coach Xiong Renqing stare dryly, due to the first mistake in the operation, he was too greedy in private, and served too much, and when he finished drinking the soup in the bowl, the sand nest was already empty.

Even the three girls who were difficult to pretend to be Sven served two bowls, and Coach Duxiong drank a bowl of chicken soup. He finished the soup and filled half a bowl of giant rice. This time, he learned to be obedient, and there was a spoonful of green vegetables and taro piled on top of half a bowl of rice, and the white basket was stewed with corn and mustard greens were fried, as if he had eaten them all last time. Only this taro green vegetable is the first time, the new color must have a new taste, and the new taste must be tasted first, this is the experience he gained from eating Kuang Dejun several times.

In fact, this green vegetable taro is also one of Kuang Dejun's favorite hometown dishes. Boil the taro, peel and press it into a puree, chop the small green vegetables, add a little ginger slices, heat the oil, fry the chopped green vegetables, pour the pressed taro into the pot, add water, mix the chopped greens and taro puree into a whole, cook and serve in a pot.

There is absolutely no taste of taro in other places, because the taro here is glutinous and soft, the entrance is smooth, and the aftertaste is endless.

However, the taro and green vegetables watered by the Kuang German army through the spiritual spring water must taste ten times higher than the dishes grown by ordinary farmers.

He saw Xiong Renqing take a sip hard, and then his whole body seemed to fall into a state of relaxation, and his eyebrows and beards were instantly refreshed. Kuang Dejun's strange expression made Kuang Dejun ask: "How is it, Coach Xiong, does the green vegetable taro taste right?"

The taste is not only right, it is just...; Wait, wait for me to serve another bowl, and then slowly say to you: "This dish is chewy enough, I like it!"