Yun Mumu and a group of them sat around a shabby square table, and the woman in cloth and hairpin served them coarse tea and light rice.

A large plate of cabbage tofu, as well as steamed sweet potatoes, a large clay pot for sweet potatoes, and a notch, and a bunch of big white steamed buns on the side, plus some black pickles.

This is what they eat at night.

"You're all hungry, let's eat some free tonight, tomorrow, I'll let the boy and his father go to the town to buy some pork, and then buy some good wine to come back to entertain you." The fat woman was also a little embarrassed.

After all, after receiving so much money from others, he took out these things for others to eat, and he didn't look like a person who ate coarse tea and light rice when he saw the popularity of this line.

It's just that these are already the best things in the house, and they are usually reluctant to eat like this.

Yun Mumu grabbed a big white steamed bun and took a bite, and said happily: "I've been hungry for a day, this steamed bun is really fragrant, sister-in-law, thank you for your hard work." ”

In fact, there is no taste at all, just to not embarrass this main family, so many of them are bothering here, and they can't help it.

"It's not hard, it's not hard, it's just that I've wronged a few distinguished guests." After that, the woman laughed and went to the kitchen to serve other side dishes, but the ones that came in were also black and I don't know what they had squeezed out.

Aunt Niu looked at Yun Mumu's beautiful face, with a misty look on her face, she felt that such a good-looking person should have come down from heaven to earth.

Let's take a look at Infant Liyang. Handsome eyebrows, clear blue eyes, straight nose bridge, undyed and vermilion lips, jet-black hair up to the hips, scattered on the white long body, decorated with bewitching beauty.

This group of people, the men are handsome, the women are beautiful, who can they be if they are not the gods in the sky?

She had never seen such a handsome person in her life.

"This is our own pickled pickles at home, you can taste it, it is very fragrant."

Aunt Niu put the last pickle on the table, stepped forward, and covered her hands in front of her abdomen, looking a little restrained, after all, a country woman has never seen so many noble people.

Yun Mumu stretched out his hand and twisted a little bit of the black pickle and was about to send it to his mouth, but was stopped by Bingqiao, "Girl, this pickle can't be eaten like this, it's too salty, and the taste is big, you have to eat it in a white-flour steamed bun." ”

She was born poor and arrived when she was a child, but she didn't eat these things, and after speaking, she made a teacher for Yun Mumu.

I took a white steamed bun, broke it into two cloves with my hands, then twisted a small handful of pickles, put it on half of the steamed bun, and then pressed the other half on it.

Yun Mumu turned his head to look at the woman, who smiled and nodded, motioning for her to do the same thing.

Yun Mumu also painted a scoop according to the gourd, sandwiched a pickle and a bun, and took a bite slowly, to be honest, it was really not very delicious.

The pickles have a sour smell, mixed with hard dregs, and they are so salty that it's hard to imagine that if you rub it into your mouth just now, you won't be salted into a stupid dog.

She swallowed the pickle bun with great difficulty by her neck, and the smell was really unpleasant.

She glanced at the tyrant in it worriedly, she still felt that this was unpalatable, the tyrant with a very bad mouth, and he was about to lose his temper when he was fed.

(End of chapter)