"Yes, it can't be wasted. Then let's keep a few dishes to eat, and take the rest home to put it, we have an ice cellar at home, and the family has not touched these dishes, so it is easy to preserve." Shen Yingyue said.

"Okay." Liang nodded.

"Ah Jing, then you pick a few things that you think are delicious, what you want to eat, let's eat first."

"I want to eat what my mother made, and my mother's made the most delicious!" Liang Jing said as he hugged the basket containing the dishes made by Shen Yingyue.

Shen Yingyue was amused by him.

"Little ghost, you haven't eaten the dishes of the Qian family, how do you know that your mother makes the best food?"

"I know if I haven't eaten it, anyway, my mother makes it the best!"

"But you have to go to class at the county school tomorrow, you have to live in the county school for a while, and these Qian family's dishes can't be frozen for too long, if you don't eat them, you won't be able to eat them in the future." ”

"It's because I can't eat my mother's vegetables when I go to the county to study, so I have to eat my mother's vegetable fields." Liang Jing lowered his head and said with some grievances.

Shen Yingyue's heart warmed.

For children, the delicacies of the mountains and seas are not important, the important thing is the family.

"Okay, then eat what I made. You don't have to be too sad, when you get to the county school, your mother can often visit you and bring your mother's own dishes to give you the land. ”

"Don't!" Liang Jing shook his head, "My mother is still pregnant with my little sister, I can't work too hard, my mother doesn't have to come to see me, if I miss my mother, I will wait until the holidays to find Uncle Huang and go back to the village with Uncle Huang's ox cart." ”

"Okay." Shen Yingyue touched the child's head. Although he is not biological, this child is so sensible that people can't help but distance themselves from him, for Shen Yingyue, he is actually almost the same as his own.

"Grandpa, uncle, what do you want to eat?"

"Just eat what you made, just a few of us, we can't finish eating too much. We still have to live with you for a while, and these dishes sent by the Qian family can be eaten when they are frozen when they are frozen. ”

"Okay, then let's put it away."

"Hmm."

Shen Yingyue's family brought the baskets that the Qian family used to hold the vegetables and put their vegetables back.

The basket is made of bamboo, which is very strong and divided into several layers. The Qian family's dishes are all without vegetable juice, and they are not afraid that they will spill out if they are put in.

After putting away all the big fish and meat of the Qian family, and putting those baskets aside for the time being, the family gathered around the flow tank to eat.

Liang Hanchu stirred the small windmill that let the water flow, and Shen Yingyue put the vegetables into the small bowls on the driftwood that floated in the sink and flowed with the water.

The Qian family has a big business, in addition to this luxurious flow tank, there are two mini small charcoal stoves next to it, and there is a basin of water on the stove, which can keep the food warm or heated through the water, and Shen Yingyue put the pots of vegetables that will not taste good when it is cold.

The family ate around the flow tank, and many people who passed by them showed envy when they saw their luxurious flow tank.

Shen Yingyue was a little helpless, it was difficult for her to keep a low profile. However, everyone came to the youth tour for a picnic, and not many people paid attention to them, so this super luxurious flow tank did not affect them much, if it was an impact, it was also to make their picnic more interesting.

During the Shangyuan Festival, Shen Yingyue fried a poem by Grandpa Mao in the Drunken Man Building, which shocked the audience, after all, it was copied, and if she wanted to compose her own poems, she would definitely not be able to do it. This time, this flute banquet allowed her to experience the "meandering water" on the premise of not being used as a poem.

Shen Yingyue suddenly thought of something.