Wang Dahai ran back to the house and found Wang Yong in the kitchen, who was busy preparing the evening dinner, and told Wang Yong about the growth of bamboo that everyone saw. zuihou directly said:

"Hurry up and find someone to get more bamboo, come over with a bamboo whip, I want to make a forest sea in our village."

Wang Yong didn't even look at the uncle, could he not know? That's more than 20 barrels of spiritual spring water, and a drop of precious water of life, if it doesn't have this effect, it would be strange!

"Okay, I'll call YN's friend tomorrow and ask him to help get a batch."

"What tomorrow, fight today, fight now! Hurry up, don't grind! Wang Dahai urged impatiently.

Seeing that the uncle was so anxious that his face was red and his neck was thick, he was afraid that if he delayed any longer, the uncle should be furious. Quickly took out his mobile phone and called Zhao Zhijun.

"Second brother, I'm Wang Yong."

"I know, is your kid home?"

"It's here, won't you make a phone call to report your safety?"

"Alright, don't open your eyes and talk nonsense. Say, what's the matter with me? ”

"Hehe, it's worthy of being a general, this head melon is good!"

"You kid is not finished, hurry up, I'm busy?"

"It's not a big deal, I just want you to get me some bamboo whips, I want to get a bamboo forest here in my hometown."

"Cheng, that's it, I'll find someone to get it for you and send it over when I go back. That's it, I'm going to have a meeting now. ”

Listening to the bursts of blind sounds coming from the mobile phone, Wang Yong took the mobile phone speechlessly and complained: Really fake, are you so busy?

"How?" Uncle asked from the side.

"It's done, he said find someone to get it. Don't worry, this guy is a general of the armed police, and this little thing is too simple for him. ”

"That's good, it's done, it's none of your business. Make your meal! By the way, I like to make sausages when shabu-shabu, you can get more. After saying that, he turned around and left, without any intention of staying to help.

Seeing the uncle leave so irresponsibly, Wang Yong was not surprised at all. Although his uncle has a delicious mouth, he can't cook at all, and he can even cook porridge into rice. Counting on him to help with the cooking, it is better to let him stay for a while to save the chaos.

Hot pot in the evening. Wang Yong is going to make two pots, one spicy and one clear soup. The base of the pot was made by Mr. Zhang before, and it was packed in a bag by Wang Yong and put in the refrigerator to freeze. Now it's very convenient to take it out and pour it into the pot.

"Well, when Zhang Lao comes back, he must let him do more. Not to mention hygienic or unhygienic, Zhang Lao's craftsmanship is definitely much better than the bagged hot pot ingredients sold in the supermarket. Wang Yong muttered to himself.

Zhang Lao, who was far away, sneezed several times in a row, so panicked that Dawei thought that the master had a cold, and he hurriedly went to the doctor. Uncle Zhang, who was angry, slapped him on the head, and the kid gave up. The old man is still so neat. It shouldn't be a big deal.

Shabu hot pot mutton must not be missing, Wang Yong specially bought two leg of mutton, cut from the top about three catties of mutton. It is convenient to sell mutton slices directly, but the quality of the things is sincere, and there is no guarantee.

Cut these lambs into thin slices. Piled up on two large plates.

Fortunately, this leg of lamb was cut and put in the refrigerator to be frozen, otherwise it would not be so easy to cut such a thin slice of meat with Wang Yong's knife work. Wang Yong's knife work was forced by Zhang Lao to practice for a long time, which made Zhang Lao fall for a while, saying that his skills were not as good as the craftsmanship of the master in the small hot pot restaurant on the roadside.

Except for lamb. Wang Yong also prepared beef, skinless pork belly. It's also the same two big plates, plus those two plates of mutton, there are a total of more than ten catties of meat. It's definitely enough to eat.

In addition to these meats, Wang Yong also prepared some of the kind of Taiwanese sausages and Dabo's favorite sausages. The sausages are served directly on the plate, and the sausages are sliced before being served. These are all bought by Wang Yong in the city, and it is too troublesome to make them by himself! But when Uncle Zhang comes back, he can flicker and let Uncle Zhang do a little. Wang Yong thought badly in his heart.

Of course, duck blood, which is essential for shabu shabu, is indispensable, as well as beef shutters, tripe, and self-made vermicelli given by the villagers. However, Wang Yong, another common goose intestine in Sichuan-style hot pot, has always stayed away from it and has not prepared at all. I made a plate of pork liver and ate it with shabu, although it was not as tender as the tip of the liver, but it also had a unique taste.

Next up are the vegetables. Chinese cabbage, cabbage, lettuce, lettuce, lettuce, potatoes, radish, sweet potato, fungus, coriander, enoki mushroom,......

Looking at the plates of meat and vegetables in front of him, Wang Yong always felt that something was missing? What's missing?

Looking left and right, Zuihou suddenly realized after finding a piece of tofu in the refrigerator. How can you eat hot pot without tofu?

The sky is full of stars, twinkling with stars. The village, which had been noisy all day during the day, was quiet, and the smell of food washed over the village.

The hot pot banquet at Wang Yong's house also began. Two square tables formed a large table filled with plates and bowls. The soup in the hot pot is tumbling up and down, and a tempting aroma is constantly emanating, which makes the mouth water.

"Alright, let's eat! Use chopsticks, Xiaotian, you're welcome! Eat whatever you want, don't go. The second master spoke, and then everyone began to move their chopsticks.

"This hot pot base is good! Wang Yong, where did you buy it? Tian Yufan swallowed the meat in his mouth and said.

"Well, this spicy pot doesn't taste so spicy, it's very fragrant, and it's not dry, it's really good." The aunt also chimed in.

"This is not bought outside, this is the base material made by Lao Zhang himself, I got a few bags and froze them in the refrigerator. There are also a few bags, which I will hold for you when you go back, and you can use them directly when you go home, which is very convenient. Godfather Cao Wei explained.

"Yes, I'll bring you all back when we turn around." Godmother also said.

"How bad that is! Keep it for yourselves! Liu Huilan hurriedly shrunk, and then glared at Tian Yufan.

"It's okay, I'll let him do it when Uncle Zhang comes back. If you want to eat it in the future, call me, and when I look back, I will study hard and strive to learn how to do it. That's not the time you can eat when you want to! In order to please his father-in-law, Wang Yong directly sold his Uncle Zhang. What kind of identity is Zhang Lao, and it is not something that anyone can see if they want to see it outside, that is, Wang Yongyong said such big words.

"It's done, drink! Don't argue. Just tell Wang Yong that he and Brother Zhang can learn this skill. When the time comes, if you want to eat, give Wang Yong a phone call. Wang Dahai was touched by Tian Yufan when he held it, and then drank it all.

"That's it, this Wang Yong is your son-in-law, half a son-in-law, what's polite to eat his hot pot!" The second grandmother also let go. This completely ended the topic of the ownership of the hot pot base.

"It's delicious, this sausage is delicious. Fragrant and sweet. Wang Yong is still there, go back and send me home. Uncle unceremoniously commanded directly.

"There are a few more, you can get them back when you go home later! I'll buy you some in two days. The second grandmother eats this little sausage, it's fragrant! ”

"The potatoes are delicious, too. There are also fungus. ”

"I think enoki mushrooms are the best, not old at all. I eat at a hot pot restaurant and stuff my teeth every time. ”

"Cabbage is also good, it used to be fried or eaten cold. I didn't expect the shabu-shabu to be so delicious. ”

"Don't just eat vegetables! Eat all the meat, do you think there is so much meat left? The second grandmother was about to put the plate in the pot, but Yuanyuan, who was sitting next to her, quickly took it over and poured all the remaining half of the plate of mutton into the pot.

"It's that this dish is so delicious, this meat, I can't take care of it!"

"If you want me to say it! It's better to live now, people have eaten enough meat. Tian Yufan said with emotion.

Not really. When I was young, my family was poor. I remember when I went to repair the reservoir, I ate six big steamed buns by myself at the construction site. One steamed bun can be bigger than the current three, and just like that, I won't be hungry before the next meal. The uncle gestured with his hand how big the steamed bun was. I don't know if the uncle is too exaggerated, according to his comparison, a steamed bun must be as big as a washbasin.

"No, when we were working on the construction site. The steamed buns are made like small pillows. I ate four at a time at most. The aunt recalled.

"It's true, at that time, our family only shared more than a pound of oil a year, and eating meat was just a thought. Absolutely dare not ask for extravagance. There is no oil and water in the stomach, and no matter how much you eat, you won't be hungry! Liu Huilan also sighed.

"Ahh A pound of oil for a year? Yuanyuan looked at the thick layer of oil on the spicy hot pot and looked at her mother in surprise.

"At that time, when buying meat, it was all about big fat, preferably more than three fingers of fat, if you divide the meat, you will be given a thin one, then needless to say, you must have bad ingredients, or the master will not like you."

"Now you can't buy that big fat meat if you want it. Pigs of foreign breeds raised with clenbuterol and artificial feed are everywhere and are slaughtered in a few months, and the kind of pigs that take a year to kill are now a rarity. But this year only gave a pound of oil, so how to cook? Wang Yong also joined in.

"What is this! During the three years of natural disasters, your second master and I didn't send half a catty of pork for a year, and every time we cooked, we rubbed the pork skin in the pot and put it in oil. The second grandmother's words made Wang Yong and Yuanyuan, who had not experienced that difficult era, stunned.

It's unimaginable, what's the difference between the dish and the boiled? Although I learned some things about that time from the Internet,But this is completely different from the feeling of my elders and relatives saying it in person.,After all, this hero is his own elders and relatives!

"Then why don't you plant some peanuts or something, and then squeeze your own oil?" Yuanyuan said her psychological doubts.

"Hehe, at that time, all the land belonged to the collective of the state, and the meals were also eaten together, and later, although the families were separated to eat separately, everyone worked together. If you want something for yourself, you're going to have the tail of capitalism cut! The aunt explained to Yuanyuan with a smile.

"Can't you grow your own food and eat it yourself?"

"Of course not, everything is collective. How can individuals be allowed to grow and reap their own harvests? Later, it was more than six years, and every family was divided into a little bit of self-reserved land, and one person was two cents of land, and at that time, our family of four had not been allocated a penny of land. The uncle explained to Yuanyuan with great emotion.

"Hey! At that time, whether it was a good year or a bad year, I never had enough to eat? Tian Yufan sighed and said.

"We're better here, leaning against the mountains. If you're lucky, you can get some game or something to improve your food. That's it, it's not enough to eat! I remember eating everything back then. White potato vines, corn cob bones, ground up nest nest head to eat. Uncle said with some aftertaste.

"Well, that thing doesn't have any nutrition at all, and it's very unpalatable." When the aunt said this, she couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, as if it could be swallowed a little better.

"And sweet potato porridge, people who eat that thing have a sour stomach!" Yuanyuan's mother also added.

Yuanyuan was confused again, and asked puzzledly, "White potato porridge?" It's delicious! Sweet, it's sold in restaurants. ”

"The sweet potato porridge I'm talking about is the same as what you eat now, which is to cut raw white potatoes into granules, dry them and put them away. When eating, boil it directly in water and use it as rice. Liu Huilan explained.

The second grandmother also took her hand far away and said: "The porridge cooked from those white potato grains is black, and I rely on this thing for a year and half a year to survive." But it was a good thing at the time, although it was hard to eat too much. The most unpalatable thing is the nest head made after the white potato vine is crushed, the unpalatable ...... "The second grandmother couldn't go on, and even rarely showed a trace of fear on her face, which shows that this kind of nest really left a deep impression on the second grandmother. (To be continued......)

PS: Anyway, the program of the Spring Festival Gala is not very good, but the short film of "What is the Spring Festival Gala" at the beginning is really touching! Director Feng deserves to be a famous director, this film was filmed, anyway, the house is tearful to watch!