Song Zijie knows the process of setting up a banquet in the countryside, so he buys a variety of things, but the main ones are very practical.

He took a few young men to carry the food to be cooked to the kitchen, and the candy and wine that were not boiled were placed directly on the table.

In rural areas, whenever there is a marriage and a new house, a wedding banquet is held, and relatives and friends are invited to the lollipop field to celebrate together.

In the words of the city people, the banquet in the countryside is a village banquet, but the country people only say that they make wine.

Rural people are very willing to make wine, first of all, they will raise a fat pig, and the banquet is very lively.

Let the villagers eat oily and unforgettable for half a year, so the villagers will also look forward to who will make wine.

This time, the Su family invited them to a banquet, although it was very sudden, but the fat pig that Su Shuo bought was fatter than the pig prepared by anyone in advance.

This made the villagers reluctant to eat at noon, and they all wanted to eat more for dinner on an empty stomach.

This is an unwritten custom in Shuanghe Village, and if so-and-so wants to make wine one day, they will tell the villagers in advance.

Some families will let the children eat less the day before, hungry and waiting to eat.

Su Shuoci just didn't want to listen to his second sister say those unnutritious words before he came out to go around, and Han Jinghong followed him closely.

He saw that the villagers all spontaneously moved their tables and chairs to the open space in front of Su's house.

He counted about sixty tables, which reminded him of the scene when he was a child eating and drinking.

The scale of making wine in the village is large and small, ranging from 20 tables to 40 tables, and the more generous people have more decorations.

He just casually said today that he wanted to invite the villagers to a meal, but he didn't know that everyone made the specifications so big, it was actually sixty tables.

The people of the village have always attached great importance to their own banquets, which are not only a face in the village.

It is also a social moment when it is difficult for the villagers to get together, and the more people come, the more face the main family has.

The banquet in the countryside is a vivid and lively vulgar slang picture, and Su Shuoci is very impressed.

He remembers that in the village, whether it is red or bad, the traditional custom of hosting banquets and entertaining guests is still retained.

And most of the villagers choose to hold a banquet in their own homes, the reason is that it is lively, cheerful and enjoyable.

The taste and fun of the country banquet are indeed evocative, but regardless of the size of the banquet decoration, the banquet must be done well and decently.

The delicious dishes on the table are endless, and the guests will compliment the host for his grandeur.

If there is not enough food to eat, and the banquet is not dispersed, some people will comment and make irresponsible remarks.

Some people even ridiculed the owner behind his back: so-and-so's family is simply selling cooked meat when he cooks a banquet.

Therefore, even if the family is not good enough, they must be arrogant, pompous, and fight for face at the banquet.

When holding a banquet in the countryside, you are particular about what kind of cigarettes are distributed, what kind of wine is placed, who people are invited, and how many tables are set.

All kinds of details reveal the "secular philosophy" of the village people, and also reflect the simplicity, wisdom and human feelings of the rural people.

The old man's birthday banquet is called a "birthday banquet" by the villagers, and their whole family begins to prepare half a month in advance.

Make plans, invite village cooks, make menus, invite the troupe to sing big operas, etc., and his family is very busy.

All in all, the plate should be full, the dishes should be good, the wine should be fragrant, and the cigarettes should be of high grade.

And Song Zijie actually bought a lot of red sorghum wine and Jianshe brand cigarettes, this kid is really good at things, and the old man in the village likes it.

There are also high-end sweets, these are liked by children and women, and the Su family's temporary banquet is no worse than the one that has been prepared for a month.

In fact, organizing a village banquet seems easy but is actually difficult, and it must be organized in advance.

People with poor family backgrounds have to raise chickens, pigs, and sheep in advance, which are indispensable staple foods for wine banquets.

At that time, it can be slaughtered and served, and when the day is approaching, the number of people at the banquet must be determined, and then the host will personally go to someone else's house to invite them.

Once the number of people is determined, the number of tables for the banquet is determined, and the host has to make an appointment with the chef.

A good country chef directly influences the quality of the banquet and the taste of the people who participate in the banquet.

But Su Shuoci and Song Zijie are rich, so others are preparing for more than half a year, and they only need to spend most of the afternoon.

Su Mu is used to making banquets, she took the village women to be busy for most of the afternoon, and really made ten bowls.

When she was a chef, she knew red cases, white cases, and skillful frying, frying, steaming, and stir-frying, and she was proficient in everything.

Hot dishes, cold dishes, soup dishes, buckle bowls, all of them are fine, as long as the raw materials are sufficient, she can do it.

The banquet is unique and lively, especially the meat bowl is piled high, and as soon as the bowl is opened, a strong fragrance comes to the nose.

Father Su, Su Shuoci, and the village chief sat in the hall together with several respected old people in the village.

Song Zijie, Han Jinghong and his two subordinates, as well as the teachers in the village, also sat in the hall.

The other villagers sat outside, and the Hu family sat at two tables, but they also sat outside like the villagers.

When the old woman of the Hu family saw her eldest daughter-in-law, Su Ermei, she took three children and sat in the hall with her eldest son, but she did not call her old man together.

She was very dissatisfied in her heart, but she was very afraid of Su Shuo's resignation, so she didn't dare to be a demon.

Especially when she heard that her beautiful daughter was driven away by Su Shuo, she didn't dare to be a demon anymore.

There are only three tables in the Su family hall, and everyone makes a banquet, and the people in the hall are very face-saving.

Hu Yungen was cut by the Wang family's father and son, and he couldn't work, but he could still cook.

The old man in the village picked up his chopsticks and put a piece of fragrant button meat into his mouth, squinted his eyes, and smashed his mouth.

He was so excited that the buckle meat in his mouth almost squirted out, "It's so fragrant, I haven't eaten the banquet made by Mr. Su for several years, and it's getting better and better." ”

"Yes, to be able to eat another meal of the noodles she made, I really have no regrets."

"Grandpa, look at what you said, the sister-in-law of the Su family has taught a few apprentices, and the banquet is not bad." The village chief said with a smile.

"Hahaha...... It's not that her apprentice can't do well, but she doesn't have the right to give up, and she is really promising. ”

"Yes, resignation boy, you spend half a day on more sumptuous than the banquet that people have prepared for more than half a year."

Not only Su Shuoci and the village chief were full of praise at this table, but the villagers outside were even more boiling.

The villagers picked up chopsticks and sandwiched pork, chicken... Put it in your mouth and taste it and your eyes light up.

Han Jinghong also moved his chopsticks, it was indeed delicious, and he couldn't find the words to praise it.

Chicken, he had eaten it before, and he remembered that the chicken at the banquet tasted very chai, and he couldn't bite at all.

But his idol's mother made it different, the entrance was tender and smooth, and the aroma of chicken was very strong.

"Han Jinghong, what do you think of my Aunt Su's cooking?" Song Zijie asked with a smashing mouth.

He tasted every dish, it was really delicious, it turned out that his Aunt Su usually didn't play well in stir-frying small pot dishes.

(End of chapter)