"Master Tu, don't you have a navel orange orchard?" Tu Chonggui was full of strong Lingbei mountain dialect, and Kuang Dejun only needed to communicate with him in the local vernacular.

"Yes, are you the boss of the fruit harvest? Well, my granddaughter happened to be back, and I asked her to talk to you. The old man handed the phone to another girl.

"Boss, hello, I'm Tu Mei'er, do you want to harvest the fruit?"

Tu Meier's voice came from the phone, this ghost and elf woman turned out to be a girl in the mountains, but there was no local atmosphere from her, and she was dressed like a city person.

Kuang Dejun deliberately pinched his nose and changed his voice to tease her: "Yes, how big is the planting area of your orchard, and what price do you want to sell your fruit?"

Tu Mei'er said in a crisp voice: "Boss, to be honest, in addition to the inconvenient transportation of my grandfather's orchard, the quality of the fruit is definitely better than that of other orchards!"

Kuang Dejun asked rhetorically: "You have never eaten navel oranges from other people's orchards, how do you know that they are better than navel oranges from other people's orchards?"

Tu Mei'er was swallowed by a sentence, how can this person speak like this, can he speak, and he will say everything to death in one sentence.

"You'll know if you have time to come and taste the orchard. My grandfather's orchard has a planting area of hundreds of acres, and the fruit is five years old. Half-loud, Tu Mei'er said slowly.

"I heard that your Lingbei Village is far away from the county seat, and the road is difficult to walk, and the trucks can't drive in, and the fruit harvest is a problem. Kuang Dejun said again.

"Where can the truck be parked in Dayueling, we use a tractor or ox cart to pull out the harvested fruit one by one, which does not affect the boss's harvest. ”

Kuang Dejun couldn't hold back a laugh and said, "You still use an ox cart, are you sure it's not a carriage?"

Tu Meier said: "The boss is from a big city, right, have you never seen an ox cart?"

Kuang Dejun resumed his voice: "My sister's voice is very sweet, how can I get to know each other and make friends?"

Tu Mei'er said in surprise: "Ah, you are Brother Kuang, you are a bad lewd! Why do you have my grandfather's phone, do you want to harvest the fruit?"

Kuang Dejun said seriously: "Now is the navel orange harvest period, I am bored to harvest the fruit and make a little money." ”

"You can't be very like that, what kind of Zishan Crazy Dragon Ye Jinchang is in a gang, right?" Tu Mei'er asked.

"Did he contact you?" Ye Jinchang searched in detail, and he was familiar with the orchard in that corner.

"Sent my father a bullshit agreement, full of threats, as if the orchard was his. ”

"You're going to ignore him?"

"See what he wants!"

has experienced harm, but with your little sister, can you do it better than others?

"Well, I'll go to your grandfather's orchard tomorrow and talk about the specifics. Kuang Dejun thought about it again and said, "It seems that someone said that he wanted to invite me or something?"

"Come, I'll treat you to a feast of fruits from the mountains, and many other mountain goods that you haven't eaten. ”

"Sounds delicious, I'm looking forward to it!"

Seeing his granddaughter chatting so hotly with a stranger, Tu Chonggui was inexplicably a little depressed, what is wrong with young people now, especially girls, there is no defense at all.

Tu Meier saw that her grandfather's face was not good, so she hurriedly returned the phone to him: "Grandpa, it's an acquaintance." He said he would go to the orchard tomorrow!"

"The guy who sent the billboards?"

"Definitely not, if yes, I'll ignore him. ”

"What the hell is wrong with people now, the landlords and bullies did not have this practice before, seeing that the fruit of others is ripe, they say that they can only sell it through human hands, and the fruit I grow cannot be sold by myself. The old man muttered to himself: "It's like the bandits in the past, but it's a little more gentle than the bandits, and the bandits robbed the ...... directly."

"Brother Dejun, it's time to have dinner, come and greet the boss!" Qiu Dongliang shouted to Kuang Dejun outside the courtyard.

Nowadays, people really can't live without their mobile phones for a moment. Chatting, sending WeChat, and looking at the circle of friends have all become a group of bowed heads.

Kuang Dexi brought a plate of local chicken stewed straw mushroom soup to the table.

"Come, bosses, let's wait while eating, take advantage of the heat, and take a sip of soup first!"

If you have a few to drive, you can get rid of alcohol.

When drinking tea just now, Kuang Yingzi put the fruits stored at home: a pot of Huangyuan rice buns, a pot of dried sweet potatoes, a fruit box of ripe peanuts, rice popping sugar, and fried iron spoon rice crackers. A few plates were placed on the table, and the guests ate these snacks while drinking tea and chatting happily.

Kuang Dexi then served an aluminum pot dry pot bamboo rat, he put an induction cooker in the center of the table, plugged it in, and placed the aluminum pot on it. The spicy and pure aroma of bamboo rat is delicious.

"This bamboo rat meat is really delicious!" He Zhihong first took a piece of rat meat into his mouth and chewed it, the taste was a little special.

As a high-end foodie who travels from south to north, He Zhihong can be regarded as half a gourmet. Of course, because he has to do business, and tasting food is just incidental.

The taste was good, and he hurriedly sandwiched another chopsticks of rat meat.

There are bamboo rats, umami straw mushrooms, chili peppers, and dried bamboo shoots in the dry pot...... , all kinds of fragrances are mixed together, and it is unforgettable to eat.

"Mr. He, how does it taste?" Huo Zhendong is a native of Hong Kong, and he often eats these fried bamboo rats in the hotel.

"One word, praise!" He Zhihong didn't want to waste his tongue, he was completely attracted by the deliciousness of the dry pot rat meat.

Huo Zhendong said: "I'd better drink the local chicken stewed straw mushroom soup, this taste seems to be very mellow!"

Well, it's delicious! This soup is rare and fresh......

Seeing that He Zhihong and the others were silent, the chopsticks kept flying, and seeing that a pot of dry pot bamboo rats was about to bottom, Huo Zhendong finally got a rat meat under his chopsticks and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, the rare umami made him shake up, and at the same time, it was a deep remorse, such a dry pot bamboo rat meat tasted ten times better than the chef of the Gangdong Hotel.

A plate of dry-pot bamboo rats was eliminated, and everyone did not say a word in between.

"Brother Dexi, the speed of stir-frying is a little out of pace. Kuang Dejun wanted to go to the kitchen to urge Kuang Dexi, but when he saw a few people staring at him, with green light in his eyes, and the appearance of a hungry wolf coming down the mountain, he felt that it was normal to not be able to keep up with the speed of the diners.

Kuang Dexi brought a bowl of green vegetables and taro, a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and another pot of fried rabbit meat with bitter gourd on the table, and the giant rice cooked in the rice cooker on the other counter also uncovered the lid.

"Let's eat slowly, there is also a yellow stewed hare, a plate of dry stir-fried chicken, and it will come soon!" Kuang Dexi said to everyone with a smile on his face.

"The big chef is here, brother, your cooking skills are very good, don't go to the big hotel to be a chef, nest in this countryside, it's really condescending. Brother, do you want to introduce you to the Gangdong Hotel to cook? You can rest assured that the chefs in their hotels can't fry your level, and you will definitely suppress them. Huo Zhendong asked.

Kuang Dexi still said the same sentence: "It's not that my cooking skills are good, it's the boss's ingredients that are good." I stir-fry at home, and my wife and daughter think I don't fry well. ”