Chapter 160: Journey to the Countryside (5)

My cousin Xu Yao went to the stove and looked at the flame of the firewood, whether it was big or small, and in this case, my matter became very simple. That is, drink something, go into the house, rest and sit on the chair, or go back to the bedroom, lie on the bed, and sleep for four hours. It's a pleasant feeling that you don't usually have. After all, I've been working hard for four hours, and it's a lie to say that I'm not tired.

I don't know which of my cousins, Xu Yao, has done anything in the four hours I have been working, and whether he has taken a break, that is, lying down and sleeping to replenish his physical strength. I don't care if he sleeps or not, I'm sleepy, I really can't do it. said that he was not sleepy, but it was really very fake. Just imagine, if a person wakes up at four or five o'clock in the morning, if he doesn't wake up naturally, he is woken up, and then he packs a bunch of luggage with a grunt. After packing my luggage, I have to go to breakfast, eat breakfast, I won't evaluate anything, after all, I'm a snacker, I can let me eat a little breakfast, I think it's a big charity!

After breakfast, it's not over yet, because I still need to do something more important. That is, under the leadership of my mother, my cousin Xu Yao and I, after returning the room, pulled a large suitcase by ourselves, and then took a bumpy car all the way to this village in the depths of Yunnan, despite running and tired. Here, I met a cousin of mine who spoke with a very clear Yunnan accent, and here we came up with a similar little plan for life. This small cultivation plan is also a very special small plan. Speaking of a small plan, I feel like he's almost very grandiose.

After all, this is the secret of Yunnan people, there are so many Yunnan rice noodles in the country, which store makes Yunnan rice noodles, there will be half of the authentic ones cooked by Yunnan people! It's unclear which store will be more authentic. However, I really have to say that there is a word to say, Yunnan people's cross-bridge rice noodles are indeed delicious. Among them, chicken soup is the most delicious.

Speaking of this authentic Yunnan chicken soup again, I don't know what words to use to describe this bowl of chicken soup, two words are delicious, three words are super delicious, four words are very delicious, five words, very delicious Wow. Seriously, in fact, the chicken soup here is not the kind of chicken soup that makes people feel particularly delicious after drinking it once, how to say it, the chicken soup here is just an ordinary bowl of chicken soup, if he is regarded as a divine object, it is really equivalent to being vexatious.

After all, this bowl of chicken soup, if everyone drinks it, everyone has a unique and different understanding, maybe some people think it is particularly delicious, and some people think it is very ordinary! Anyway, for me, I can drink the chicken soup he made from our family, which has a completely different taste. I can't imagine what to say, but it's not the same.

After all, there are some differences in the dialects spoken in the two regions. Who can imagine that the north and the south are the same! If it is the same thing, it is not nothing, everyone's same model of mobile phone, whether in the south or the north, is the same. However, this kind of thing made by my own family, which is done in my family, may not need the difference between the north and the south, and it may be replaced by someone else's house, such as a neighbor's house, which is not the same.

Speaking of which, this bowl of chicken soup, I have only eaten the chicken soup made by my cousin and aunt, and I think it is delicious, I don't know, I change to my cousin's aunt's neighbor's house, if he makes a bowl of rice noodles, that chicken soup, will it also be delicious! The point is that I don't care if it's good or not, I care about whether the bowl of chicken soup will be different from what my cousin and aunt make at their house.

Actually, there is no need to try it in the past, as I said, the result is definitely not the same, and no one would have thought that it would be the same in that case. After all, two families, even if they are two people, their habits of doing things or living will be different. That's the charm of life, that's what it means to be special.

In this world, everyone is a unique individual. They have, and we have, the meaning of being in this world, our uniqueness, and it is not a particularly bad thing. It allows us to discern ourselves and then be ourselves, rather than being somewhere, looking around us exactly like ourselves, listening to people around us who speak exactly the same way as ourselves, and looking at people around us who act exactly like us.

This is the meaning that the world has given us, and this is the right that nature has given us. We successfully live in the world, listening to music, singing, watching comedy, and appreciating life. Many of the sufferings in this life are changed by people's fears, and the reason why people are panicked is just because everyone is different. We are afraid that others will not accept us like this, so we will be panicked. Perhaps, this is the meaning of our lives!

With that in mind, I lay down on the cot in my bedroom and fell asleep. When I woke up again, my mother told me to go out, and it turned out that four hours had passed so quickly. Now it's time for me to go outside again, then go to the stove, and follow my cousin's instructions to complete the task of making this chicken soup for rice noodles step by step. To be honest, I don't even know if the bowl of chicken soup that my cousin Xu Yao and I cooked in the end can be drunk. Not to mention putting it in the rice noodles and treating it as an ingredient. Let's just say that if you drink it purely, I feel that it will be a dark dish, unpalatable and tight.

That's why I don't usually dare to cook my own meals at home. At best, when my dad and mom weren't at home, I cooked a bowl of instant noodles to treat my hungry little stomach. Let's not talk about any high-end food, let's just say that the last time I went to my grandmother's house, I made the okonomiyaki, which was the first time I made a more molded thing. Everyone said it was delicious, and I tried it myself, and it was okay, but I always felt that it was because I was very hungry at the time. If I wasn't hungry at the time, I wouldn't have thought that the okonomiyaki I made for the first time was a little delicious.

I don't know what the chicken soup will taste like this time, but my cousin and aunt have already asked me to open the lid on the stovetop.

When I first saw it, it was the height of summer