At noon, in a small farmstead.

Chef Zhang Yin, Liu Cuicui helped, and soon, the steamed rice with green ears was baked. The kitchen couldn't close the fragrant intoxicating smell of rice at all, and everyone who smelled it couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

At the two dinner tables, everyone had already drunk Baiguo Stuffed and Hundred Flowers Stuffed, and ate a few plates of vegetarian dishes and meat dishes, and most of their stomachs were full, but when they smelled the aroma of rice, they felt that they could eat twice or even twice as much.

"No wonder this rice is made at the end of the year, only smelling this fragrance, it has already compared to other meals, only this wine can be compared!" Old Man Xiao smelled the smell wafting in the air, and couldn't help but say.

Zheng Long, Li Jun and Old Man Xiao have never eaten this green spike rice. For them, it was the first time they had seen something so delicious, and they had the privilege of tasting it.

Tang Yanshan's face was anxious, and he echoed absentmindedly when he heard the words: "I have eaten a few meals before, and I can't swallow other meals for a while in the next period, but unfortunately, it's too little!"

Old Man Xiao nodded.

An acre of land only produces about 100 catties, which is indeed very little. Regardless of the problem of land, it is indeed very expensive to say that planting, ordinary management, and harvesting are very troublesome. He also learned just now that the cultivation of this green ear rice is not easy.

Just now, everyone was waiting, drinking and chatting, and then soon the meat and vegetarian dishes were served first, and everyone ate first. The vegetables of the small farm are naturally first-class, and the meat is game, which is fragrant enough to swallow the tongue. And the rice, according to what Zhang Weidong said, was put after the most lull to be made.

lest everyone eat the rice, and they will not even be able to eat the vegetables at the end. Now it seems. This is the right arrangement.

Without Zhang Weidong's help, Zheng Long and Li Jun got up to help.

Bowls of rice were served, for a total of seven bowls. In each bowl, there are only a dozen grains of rice, but after absorbing water, each of them has skyrocketed several times, and the thickness of an adult's thumb.

White as snow. Warm as jade, delicate as a work of art, and the aroma is refreshing. It aroused everyone's appetite strongly.

As soon as Tang Yanshan saw that the bowl was on the table, he didn't wait to greet him, and sandwiched one first. Chewed up.

"It's delicious! It's so delicious! It's finally delicious again!" Tang Yanshan said distortedly and vaguely.

Zhang Yin glanced at her husband and said, "Eat yours well, Uncle Xiao, you're welcome, eat quickly, this rice is really delicious!"

Old Man Xiao smiled and nodded, but he couldn't bear it, so he ate it.

After a while, no one spoke, and they ate intoxicated. Before I finished eating one pill, I couldn't wait to clip the second one, and the expression was very vivid.

Even when Zhang Weidong ate this rice again, he couldn't help but nod again and again.

"It's a bowl of rice to eat something like this. A pot of wine is enough for this meal!"

At this time, after eating green spike rice, I felt the difference between other dishes and immediately felt the difference between the latter. So there was really no one on the table.

On the side, Liu Cuicui finished eating first, got up and went into the kitchen. It's not that there's still excess in it. Instead, Zhang Weidong instructed her to prepare a bowl for Han Yunzi. Liu Cuicui took the bowl and chopsticks, took another pot of potpourri brew, and went upstairs.

Upstairs, in a room.

Han Yunzi woke up just now, and was disturbed by a burst of fragrance.

Green Rice!

It seems like she hasn't eaten this in a long time. Although the things in the world look beautiful, they are too far from eating.

The green ears of rice on the small farm have been harvested?

When cultivating, time flies so fast!

In the courtyard outside the small building, everyone was eating green spike rice, Han Yunzi's stomach was rumbling, and he wanted to make up for it, but he couldn't wipe off his face, so he continued to settle down, but he couldn't settle down.

Knock knock!

There was a slight knock on the door, and then Liu Cuicui came in.

Seeing that Uncle Shi didn't practice anymore, Liu Cuicui said: "Uncle Shi, Zhang Shao instructed me to cook a bowl for you, and a pot of wine, this rice is really delicious, and the wine is also delicious!"

Han Yunzi watched Liu Cuicui put down things, a bowl of rice, a pot of wine, and a pair of chopsticks, and she also had a great appetite, but she was more reserved, so she said: "Qingsui rice is a good thing, but unfortunately the output is too small, and the Baihua brew is also very expensive, ordinary monks can't afford to eat it at all, so they can only occasionally fight tooth sacrifices!"