The atmosphere was a little stiff, and Aunt Zhu played a round game: "Second child, girl, don't bare the two of you, take a stool and squeeze it over." ”

Jiang Xiaochi looked at Song Laozhuan's yin old face, and felt that he couldn't put himself on his grandson again.

Jiang Xiaochi: "Today is the big day for me and my second child, all of us here are elders, and my second child and I are here to serve wine today." If you need anything, squeak, don't say anything else, good wine and good food are enough. ”

After Jiang Xiaochi finished speaking, he observed Song Laozhuan's face, and estimated that what he said was not colorful enough, and Song Laozhuan's gloomy old face did not change color at all.

Okay, just be Song Laozhuan born with a public face.

Jiang Xiaochi beckoned everyone to eat vegetables: "The house is all mother's house, and I will add vegetables to the stove in a while." ”

The maiden family in Jiang Xiaochi's mouth of course refers to Song Laoxuan's family.

Song Laozhuan didn't squeak, and Song Xiaosan put up his brother-in-law as a pie: "Sister-in-law, what kind of dishes will you add later?" The whole two hard dishes! ”

Song Laozhuan "coughed" in his throat: "I haven't changed my mouth yet, it's not appropriate to call my sister-in-law." ”

Jiang Xiaochi sighed secretly, feeling that there was no need to say anything: "Uncle is right, you have to give a red envelope to change your words." ”

Jiang Xiaochi deliberately called "uncle" crisply, and anyone can understand that this is deliberately called to Song Laozhuan.

Song Xiaosan didn't hear the good words: "Then you have to pack me a big bag tomorrow, otherwise I won't open the door if you call the door." ”

Jiang Xiaochi's words were not ambiguous at all: "No matter how big the bag is, it can't pass the elders." ”

Jiang Xiaochi's words are clear: If you ask me to change my words, you have to prepare the red envelope for me first.

Song Lao Er was also panicked in his heart, he could pick a family to live, why did he still suffer from this nest every day. I look forward to arriving early tomorrow and less contact in the future, so as not to make Jiang Xiaochi angry.

Jiang Xiaochi suddenly felt that it would be his regret to let Song Laozhuan's family eat happily, and it would be a regret for his whole life.

Song Cheng, as a "waiter", led the "black-necked knife" into the house to add vegetables.

Song Lao Er specially ordered that all four tables in the house add vegetables: a plate of fat sausages, a plate of soft fried tenderloin, and good things come in pairs to ask for good luck.

The authentic two hard dishes are fragrant, and anyone who looks at them will be dripping. There is no one who doesn't give a thumbs up, saying that Jiang Xiaochi and Song Lao Er are bright.

Song Laozhuan saw that the four tables in the house were full of vegetables, but he didn't highlight his noble status, and he couldn't get over his face.

Song Cheng did it on purpose, and he didn't know if he was infected by the atmosphere or what, so he was willing to see Song Lao Shuan uncomfortable.

Song Lao is not easy to speak, Tian Hua as a companion and straightened his body, feeling that his face is not sold at this time, when will it be sold.

But before Tianhua could speak, the assistant chef brought out two more dishes from the tray behind him: a plate of shredded sweet potatoes and a plate of pot-wrapped meat.

Song Cheng: "The two ladies' dishes, the girl said, this is specially prepared for the future mother-in-law." ”

In this way, even if Tian Hua wants to say something, it is difficult to speak again. The silk pulled out of the sweet potato can go around the yard, and even the mother-in-law's preferences have been considered, what are you talking about.

The staple food at the end, rice, needless to say, is steamed with a large drawer curtain, and it is enough to eat, although now every family can eat fine grains, but this is also something that I dare not think.

The newly cooked rice, one by one, is shiny, and the chewing is particularly vigorous, and the big guys are bowl after bowl, mixed with oil soup, and there is no leftover rice in two large drawers.

Most people in the countryside can eat it, the food is up to their throats, and they can put two more bowls of rice in it.

Finally, a good meal ended in an awkward situation, and if it weren't for the aroma of rice, it wouldn't have been able to set off a small climax in the end.

Aunt Song didn't forget to bring vegetables to Boss Song before leaving, that posture, if she didn't bring back a pig to Boss Song, Jiang Xiaochi didn't look down on her mother's family.

I don't know when Aunt Song brought a big vegetable pot, and poured the vegetables into the basin, and the soup and water were folded to the bridle.

There were no dishes left on the four tables, and before leaving, he didn't forget to let Jiang Xiaochi fry two more dishes and send them over. Tian Hua looked anxious, but thinking about Xiaozhuang's red envelope tomorrow, she still endured it.

No one doesn't think that Aunt Song can't get on the table, and the loss is to recruit Song Lao Er out, otherwise Jiang Xiaochi will not be squeezed if he passes through the door.

The rules of the rural people's banquet, no matter what you eat, are poured into a vat by the host.

In this era, the banquets are borrowed, and the hosts pay attention to the plates and bowls when they return the plates and bowls.

The soup and water are mixed together, and the various ingredients burst out with another flavor in the collision, which is really unforgettable, and the aftertaste is endless, which is the authentic folding dish.

Song Lao Er looked at Jiang Xiaochi with a bitter face for a while, Jiang Xiaochi smiled indifferently: "Come on hard, the oil is bigger, I see if he can put two lard in the intestines of Song Lao Dog?!" ”

When I met Song Lao Erjiang Xiaochi, I felt that I was also knocked, and my stomach was bad, which was the same as Song Lao Shuan.

There was still a button meat on the stove that had not been served, Jiang Xiaochi asked Song Lao Er to bring a bowl of it, and Song Lao Er saw that the sausages that had just come out of the pot were rich, and he put another plate with peanuts.

The stove was boiling elbows, Aunt Song gave Song Xiaosan a puff and eyes, and Song Xiaosan immediately understood: "Second brother, I take care of the elbow, my eldest brother loves to eat elbows, and I will bring one back for the eldest brother." ”

Song Lao Er didn't get used to it: "The baba in the pigsty, your eldest brother likes to eat it, and he picks a piece of it, there are only a few pork knuckles in total, why are you embarrassed to open this mouth." ”

Song Lao Er said this to Aunt Song, and she wanted to leave this house quickly, but she didn't want to add any more blockage.

Before leaving, Mrs. Song took a big pot of rice and left, so she felt that there was no loss.

After sending him away from the courtyard, Song Lao Er couldn't lift his spirits when he slumped his shoulders.

Huang Yufen comforted: "Second child, don't go to your heart, our family is in love with you, they can't make our family poor." ”

Mrs. Zhang didn't forget to cheer up: "There is one more day tomorrow, let's work harder and pass this, and you will live with the girl without stopping." ”

When Song Lao Er heard Huang Yufen and Mrs. Zhang say this, he felt a little better.

There were a lot of people in the afternoon, and the disaster in the house was not good, and I had to visit the church tomorrow, so Song Lao Er had the spirit to pick up the broom and start cleaning up.

Wang Shouyi and Huang Dahe were not idle, cleaning inside and outside again and again, and even the fur on the ground was not spared.

Jiang Xiaochi works well, and she is pretty at all under her hands, and Song Lao Er is reluctant to look away.

Jiang Xiaochi's eyebrows were tangled together: "What to see, what to see." ”

Song Lao Er was in the mood for a while, and he didn't forget to be cheap: "It's good-looking!" Eyes and mouths, everything looks good! ”

It was the first time that someone praised himself so bluntly, Jiang Xiaochi's face flushed: "If you are fat, be careful of me to clean you up." ”

Song Lao Er didn't know where he got the courage, thinking that someone was present next to Jiang Xiaochi was embarrassed: "That...... Tomorrow night, when no one is around, I'll talk about it secretly. ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "......"

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