After a few rounds, I tasted all the dishes on the table, and I had a little stock in my stomach, so I licked my oily mouth, burped a few times, slowed down my speed slightly, and entered the stage of chewing slowly and savoring. The picket is no longer in full bloom, but a targeted and focused attack.

This is just talking about civilized people like Martin, Cher, and Nana, for whom this is already the limit of their rudeness. The foodies like the fierce man and the fat man are not so elegant, they are directly like bandits robbing vegetables.

None of them sat down, why? There are two major reasons, one is that the food is good in the throat; The second is to pick up vegetables, or it is more accurate to grab vegetables. The chopsticks in their hands hardly stopped, and they kept waving them in the ten bowls of dishes on the table, as if they were practicing chopsticks hard.

As for the dishes sandwiched, it is rarely put into their own bowls, and there are three ways to do this, one is that the bowl is already full of vegetables, and there is no place to put it; the second is that this is too instigating, and you will have to clip it again; The third is that I am worried that the vegetables will be snatched up by others. There is a rural proverb that says, when you eat in the bowl, you see what is in the pot. In response to their performance, I think this common saying should be changed to, grab the pot first, and then eat the bowl.

If you don't put the dish in the bowl, you can only send it to your mouth. The speed at which he eats is also quite amazing. You see, as soon as their throats moved, there was hardly any chewing movement, and the dish went straight into their stomachs with a grunt.

"Fatty, don't be too ruthless, you also leave us a little bit of the dish on the side, do you see many people who haven't moved their chopsticks yet?" Mengzi shouted.

The building near the water is the first to get the month. The fat man occupied the bowl of delicious chicken fried peppers in front of his table, and almost two-thirds of this bowl of dishes were directly pulled into the stomach or bowl by the fat man, which caused everyone's public indignation.

After a while, the fat man swallowed his mouthful of food before stretching his neck to fight back, "Mengzi, you still talk about me, do you see how many empty bowls there are in front of your table?" It's not like you've been wiped out by you hungry devil. ”

"Holy shit! You're insulting! You see this bowl is empty by you dead fat man, that one is the stick old, and those two are loaches and hairy hair. How can you put the empty bowl here on my head? Mengzi said indignantly.

As he spoke, Mengzi picked up the bowl of fried meat with dried bamboo shoots in front of the fat man's table and poured it into his own bowl. The fat man was not far behind and picked up the bowl of spicy tofu in the middle, and the stick old, loach, and Mao Mao also grabbed a bowl of vegetables each.

The other people at the table can suffer a big loss, Ma Tian's self-contained identity is not easy to grab vegetables, Ma Liang and Wu Bang are not familiar and easy to rob, Gao Zi is not easy to do even if he is half a master, and the two girls Xue'er and Nana are even more difficult to be so rude.

"Alas! What do you mean? What are you robbing us of all the food? Nana, who was straight, still vented her inner dissatisfaction, and she shouted angrily.

No one replied, and the few foodies were thinking about destroying the dishes that had been snatched by force, and were planning to grab a bowl of dishes.

"Mom, there's no food on the table, you have to hurry up and make a few more dishes, Uncle Ma and the others don't seem to have eaten much food!" Mengfang walked to the stove house and reported the news.

"What?" Zhang Tao exclaimed at the same time as his mother. Zhang Tao thought, how can he eat so quickly? I haven't served yet? What Chunhua thinks is, who are they? Isn't ten dishes enough? My family hasn't eaten yet!

Seeing that they didn't believe their words, Meng Fang added again, "If you go and take a look, you will know that those vegetable bowls are almost all bare." My brother's classmates are all arguing over the food! ”

Zhang Tao figured out this matter. According to the rules of the city, the dinner is basically one dish per person, but now there are eleven hungry people on the table, and this dish is obviously not enough. Besides, the people in the city eat mainly with vegetables as the main food, supplemented by eating, and eating well has long taken a back seat, and eating well is the most important thing. They don't think about what oil and rice are expensive, eat leisurely, and save some of these ways, and they don't talk about politeness, and it is just right to eat well, and it is also natural.

But for the countrymen, food is what they need most, and it is also their pursuit of hard work all day long. They often don't need much food to eat, unless it's about to go rancid, and if they don't eat it, they will waste it. That's not to say they don't like to eat vegetables. This stir-fried dish is fragrant, and it must be better than dry rice, so why don't you like it?

In fact, they eat less vegetables because of the habit of frugality, which is forced out of the habit of poor days. We say that diligence and thrift are the virtues of peasants, but this is not actually their innateness, but it is also forced by life, which is a helpless virtue.

Vegetables are more expensive than rice, that's obvious. For most farmers, in addition to being able to have a luxury on those days during the New Year's holidays, eat a little better, eat more, usually this dish is only used to taste the taste, and the rice is full. They are saving money in their own homes, and they are also in other people's homes, they can understand each other's difficulties, and they will not open their bellies just because they are eating other people's houses, and they want to eat them down with one meal. This kind of person is the most unpopular in the countryside, let alone being a guest, that is, helping others to work hard, and few people invite them.

Zhang Tao's parents use very few dishes, and one or two dishes can eat a bowl of rice. Sometimes you can pass the day with pickles in a jar, for example, chili, radish sticks, ginger, etc. And they have a very weird, very bad habit of eating overnight dishes. The fresh food of the day was seldom eaten, and the next day, when it was almost spoiled or had been completely rancid, they ate it with great relish, as if they were eating some delicacies, and ate them with a rude appearance, as if they had been hungry for a lifetime.

When the children or guests came to pick up the dish, they were busy saying, "You eat fresh, this dish is our boss." ”

The young Mengfang had just learned the physiology and hygiene class and knew some hygiene knowledge, so she taught her parents a stern lesson: "This rancid dish can't be eaten, and it is very harmful to the body!" ”

Her mother Chunhua replied contemptuously, "Sister Fang, don't use the things in your books to show off, what if you don't eat this dish?" Pour it out? What a loser, like you, you can't get rich for the rest of your life. Besides, you see that your mother has been eating it for decades, so what's the matter? ”

Meng Fang muttered unwillingly on the side: "Can you get rich by saving some vegetables?" If you eat your body down, won't it be in vain? ”

The empathetic Mengxue interjected: "Dad, Mom, you have reversed everything, you see, you have eaten the fresh vegetables of the day, won't there be no leftovers?" Every day you are reluctant to eat fresh, and you want to keep them, but the next day you don't eat them again? It doesn't seem to save anything, but it hurts your body! ”

Mengxue's words seemed to be quite reasonable, and her parents were also speechless. However, they have their own ideas, and their children will not understand.

Renlong coughed, pretending to be angry, and said, "This is the virtue of working people, understand? You've all read your books! ”

Chunhua said: "You don't know, the overnight dish tastes sour, and I like this taste the most." ”

Accustomed to it? Virtue? Do you like it? Zhang Tao, who had been eating without saying a word, had a sour taste in his heart.