Jiang Han thought that the watermelon would remind him of the midsummer solstice, but in fact he did. But, immediately, something else squeezed the summer solstice out of his head.

This club is a membership-based high-end club, and the selection is all good. The ingredients they picked were naturally top-notch.

Only now, those top-notch sashimi and fruits are only lightly bitten and then casually thrown on the table and the floor, and no one will continue to eat them.

Next to them, several girls each took a bucket of popcorn and splashed each other to play. Ahead, a few boys casually crumpled strawberries and blueberries into a puree and smeared them on the sieve loser.

In their eyes, these foods are just cheap toys.

Jiang Han frowned unconsciously.

He'd done the same thing before, but now he's doing farm work.

He couldn't stand this kind of behavior, and felt that it was a disappointment to teach everyone to cherish food at this time.

While thinking about it, the girl next to her reminded, "Melon? ”

Jiang Han looked at the messy food on the table and asked:

"Have you ever seen a watermelon seedling?

After the watermelon seeds germinate, they should be grafted, and after grafting, they should be observed, and they should be waited for to pass the ten-day dangerous period, and you should pray, pray that they will not get sick and not be pestified, because the seedlings are too tender to be pesticides, and if the insects get sick, this batch of seedlings will be wasted.

By the way, these things should be done when the big and small cold are too big. You also have to keep an eye on the temperature at all times, because if the temperature is too low, the melon seedlings will freeze to death and frostbite.

Eating a watermelon is as simple as going to the supermarket, paying, and taking it home. However, every watermelon contains the sweat and best wishes of the melon growers throughout the year. ”

The watermelon seedlings are incompatible with the box of the clubhouse where the drunken gold fans are drunk. Jiang Han also felt embarrassed, so he casually made an excuse and hid in the bathroom.

Before closing the door, he heard his friends say:

"Jiang Er, what do you mean, he is religious?"

"I don't know, maybe I've been in the countryside for a long time, and I'm not used to it for a while."

"Speaking of which, I didn't even know that watermelons grew from seedlings, and I thought that if I planted a small melon in the spring, I would be able to harvest a big one in the autumn."

About the watermelon seedlings, it was the midsummer solstice that told him.

His soul trembled at these words.

But his friends didn't understand.

Jiang Han came out of the bathroom, and the box was still lively. They continued to throw food at each other for fun, topping each other with five-figure champagne.

They are carefree and have no worries whatsoever.

Jiang Han looked at them quietly for a long time, then turned around and left.

At this time, it is close to midnight, the small village has long been asleep, and the city is still prosperous.

There is a lot of traffic on the road, and people wander around.

The city is still free of insects and wind at night. Jiang Han raised his head, and there were no stars in the sky.

He suddenly remembered what Midsummer Solstice had said, the cheerful orange and the lonely apple.

Is the apple actually me?

I've lived like this for more than 20 years, and I've only been absent for a month, and I'm not used to it.

This night, he was even more reluctant to be alone. He went to the Jiang family's villa.

The lawn of the community has just been mowed during the day, and the strong smell of green grass is as fishy as the sea in a small village.

Jiang Han sniffed the familiar smell and remembered that he had promised his father that when the phone was retrieved, he would like his bald photo.

He took out his mobile phone and added Uncle Jianjun's WeChat friends.

With Uncle Jianjun added, isn't it good not to add Ms. Liu? With the addition of Ms. Liu, of course, Sister Bai Lu cannot be left behind, as well as Grandma Tai and Grandma Xiangzhi, Qiuqiu and Millet should also be added.

By the way, and my uncle. The elder brother is on vacation at his uncle's, and their uncle has a friend so that he can stay informed.

Jiang Han was busy adding everyone from the small village to his WeChat, and when he saw a name, he hesitated.

Midsummer solstice.

Do you want to add it?

Of course, she is the company's watermelon supplier, and she will definitely communicate with her in the future.

Jiang Han persuaded himself well, and wanted to add the midsummer solstice, but he couldn't help but think, why.

Let's not say that she deceived him to go home, faked his name and past, and deceived him. Let's just say that now, he has been back for a day, and she still hasn't contacted him.

Even if you don't have Jiang Han's mobile phone number, you can ask my brother for it. And my old phone didn't turn off either!

Why do you want me to contact you!

Jiang Han thought angrily and picked up the mobile phone that Midsummer Solstice bought for him.

He was worried that he had missed a call from Midsummer Solstice at work, and even checked the harassment interception.

Eventually, he came to the conclusion that Midsummer Solstice just hadn't contacted him.

He angrily pulled up the album, which contained the photos of the midsummer solstice that he had secretly taken.

He scribbled on his face, and the depression in his heart finally disappeared a little.

Jiang Han has a lot of photos in his mobile phone, except for secretly taking pictures of the midsummer solstice, the rest are all the scenery and villagers of the small village.

He remembered that 'Jiang Jiuxia' was going to use the photos of the villagers to synthesize a big watermelon.

"It's also 'going to be down', and it's really going to be done. Liars are so perfunctory, and they have a smart face in vain. ”

Jiang Han looked at the photos one by one, looking at the familiar scenery and people in the photos, and his heart gradually softened

"I'm obviously in my own home, why did I start to feel homesick." He muttered quietly.

After reviewing Jiang Jiuxia's memories, it was already the second half of the night, Jiang Han was very awake from his hunger, and went downstairs to the kitchen to find snacks to eat.

The kitchen was lit up with dim lights, and Jiang Han looked curiously to see that it was his father.

Mr. Jiang stood in front of the cooking table, with an apron tied to his chubby body. With a kitchen knife in his hand, he stared at the cutting board in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Jiang Han wanted to go in and have a look, but he was worried that his father would be frightened and hurt him, so he knocked lightly on the kitchen door. Seeing Mr. Jiang turn around, he asked curiously, "What are you doing?" ”

“…… Make some late-night snacks. After Mr. Jiang finished speaking, he turned around again and stared at the cutting board in front of him.

Jiang Han slipped up to him and found a big squid on the cutting board.

"Do you want grilled squid for a late-night snack?" Jiang Han asked, "What about you overtaking it?" ”

"I want steak, but my eyes can't do it, and when the microwave is finished, I realize that I took it wrong." Mr. Jiang was very worried: "Actually, it's not bad to eat squid." I wanted to handle the squid, but the light was too dim for me to see. ”

Jiang Han looked at Mr. Jiang, because the flesh was tight and the skin was tight, there were no wrinkles on his face. His hair was jet black, but the roots of his new hair were mottled white.

Jiang Han wanted to sigh and say that his father was much older than last year.

But it dawned on him that he hadn't looked at his dad carefully in a long time.

His impression of Mr. Jiang has always stayed when he was a child, and he always felt that his father could beat him up at any time.

Jiang is always stubborn, refuses to admit defeat, and refuses to accept old age. Jiang Han really didn't expect that one day, his father would take the initiative to admit that he was old.

"I'll do it." Jiang Han took off his apron and put it on himself: "You wear this thing as if you cut bangs." ”

"Come on, people who have never touched a knife still want to cook."

Mr. Jiang said, wanting to take back the knife.

Jiang Han was a little annoyed by his attitude, as if he couldn't do anything.

He put down the knife and took Mr. Jiang to the stool at the small bar: "You let me try it first, you guide by the side, okay?" ”

The small village is close to the sea, and seafood is of course the main ingredient, and Jiang Han handled the squid when he helped Ms. Liu prepare the dishes.

He skillfully disembowels the big squid, turned around and asked, "Do you eat squid yellow paste?" ”

The squid 'paste' is a milky white and transparent gelatinous object in the squid's stomach, which is the squid's eggs. 'Yellow' is a gland in the squid's body. The recipe is also simple, the same as steamed egg custard.

Squid yellow paste tastes like crab roe, but it is not as delicate as crab roe, and the taste is a little astringent and a little rough, but it is very fragrant.

This is how it used to be eaten when supplies were scarce. Except for this bite, which is really good, few people eat it now.

Many old people in the village like to eat, Jiang Han just asked if he was used to it, he felt that his father might not even know about this thing.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jiang was a little surprised: "You actually know squid yellow cream?" ”