When eating Chinese New Year's Eve, the big guys naturally can't bury their heads and eat hard as usual.

They chew on the sweet and sour sweet and sour short ribs, the fragrant white meat vermicelli, the soft and salty pastry, and the marinated shiny pig's trotters.

Feng Xia suddenly said, "Fourth brother, your craftsmanship seems to be getting better and better." ”

When Su Qingfeng heard this, he was immediately refreshed.

Can it be bad?

The ground pot chicken and braised pig's trotters in front of him were all practiced countless times in the system space, and finally upgraded to the deliciousness of a star.

It's weird if it's not delicious!

Thinking of the ground pot chicken in the bowl, which was all delicious through his continuous hard work, Su Qingfeng made two more bowls of rice and two dough cakes.

The end result...... It's just a stretch.

He leaned back in his chair with his stomach shy, listening to the conversation of his family, and he was quite interested.

Li Jing was next to him and poked him in the waist, "Did you buy the firecrackers?" Why don't I borrow you something for fun at night? ”

Su Qingfeng glanced at him with disdain, "What a person, you still want to play with these." ”

Li Jing cut off, took out a few Sky Monkeys from a small box that he had brought over, and said a little proudly, "Don't pretend to be in front of buddy." Isn't it just to see that I have firecrackers, and you forgot to buy them, so you despise me. ”

"Well, when the lights are blind at night, I'll borrow a few of you, and we'll play together."

The two little ones, when they heard them say this, stopped stroking the little milk dog and looked at the firecrackers instead, a little scared, but more excited.

It's the New Year, of course, you have to set off firecrackers.

It's just that the family used to be poor, and firecrackers could only be held in the hands of adults, and there were not many at all, so they could play with their children.

Su Qingfeng sneered.

The monkey also wanted to tempt him.

I saw him put down the dishes and chopsticks, walked into his room, and easily dragged out a large box.

The box looks heavy, but there is not much dust on it, and you can tell at a glance that it has been taken out and used recently.

What's in it?

Li Jing suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Sure enough, I saw Su Qingfeng open the box.

One hundred, two hundred whips, two kicks, cupola monkeys, and a few salute cannons of few varieties were neatly arranged in the box.

The New Year is just an atmosphere.

There are no Spring Festival couplets, no dumplings, no firecrackers, so what is the New Year?

Of course, in this year, there is no Spring Festival Gala.

Su Qingfeng patted the box and smiled and showed a mouthful of white teeth, "Do you want me to borrow you to play?" ”

Li Jingdu was shocked.

"You actually got such a thing as a salute cannon?"

Su Qingfeng didn't speak, just smiled and didn't say anything.

However, in Li Jing's opinion, Su Qingfeng at this time always has a faint demeanor of superiority.

When he said this, Su Siwei quietly straightened his back.

This year is the first Chinese New Year after my son sobered up.

It's rare for a child to want something to play with, and Su Siwei is doing everything possible to do this properly.

As for this nineteen-year-old man, is he still a child......

Su Siwei said that in the heart of a father, his son will always be a child.

After a small wave of showing off, several juniors of the old Su family had already gotten together to discuss how to set off firecrackers at night.

The old lady and the old man looked at this scene, did not speak, and their faces softened.

They originally thought that if they split up after the Chinese New Year, the big guys would inevitably make trouble, but they didn't expect that after experiencing the incident in Qingshan Village, a large family would have a tendency to turn hostility into friendship.

In terms of the current posture, even if the family is separated, the brothers will not be old and dead, and it is still no problem to take care of things.

It's just that......

On this lively occasion, the old lady somehow suddenly thought of her third son.

The bottom of her heart sank suddenly.

On a good day, the old lady exhaled softly and hid the water that flashed in her eyes.

In this way, it is already good.

The most important thing to be a human being is contentment.

After eating the Chinese New Year's Eve dinner, Su Qingfeng walked into the room, just wanted to close the door, wanted to sleep back, was closing the door for a moment, a hand suddenly stuck in the crack of the door.

Su Qing let go of the risk and didn't let the door catch the hand outside.

When I opened the door, I saw that this probe was probing his brain, and the person who looked like a thief was not Su Siwei, who was it?

Seeing that he was carrying two net bags in his hand, which were full of some food, Su Qingfeng understood.

I'm afraid they're going to see those people again.

Su Qingfeng followed his ass and went out quietly.

Or maybe it's father and son.

Both of them chose the path up the mountain, covered by trees all the way, and because today was Chinese New Year's Eve, they hid at home, waiting for their wives and children to heat the kang, how could they have the heart to run to the mountain.

But even so, Su Qingfeng and Su Siwei, the caution that the two of them exuded from their bones, still didn't make much movement.

Just halfway through, Su Qingfeng's keen five senses seemed to sense something, and he grabbed Su Siwei in front of him, and the two of them didn't dislike the cold, lying in the snowdrift, looking into the distance.

At this glance, I really found a person.

Su Qingfeng's eyes lit up, and he could see at a glance that the person in front of him was the pockmarked face who had been looking for him not long before, and Ma Chenggong.

As for the other boy, who was young, only about twelve or thirteen years old, half of his face was covered with burn marks, and he looked extremely frightening.

But from the other half of the intact face, Su Qingfeng could judge that if the little boy's face was not burned, he should also be regarded as a delicate little boy.

It's a pity that there is no if.

Su Qingfeng told Su Siwei what he saw, and then he understood.

Su Siwei told Su Qingfeng that the little boy's name was Jiang Feng.

Su Qingfeng's first reaction was a sharp name.

The same eyes as the little wolf cub have many things in common.

I could only hear Ma Chenggong's voice from there, and he was smiling, but this smile ...... More threatening and arrogant, a little gloomy: "A piece of jade pendant, you just want five catties of millet?" Jiang Feng, didn't you understand the situation? ”

He shook the bag in his hand and sneered, "In these years, in this village, who would dare to accept your things?" Remember, it was you who begged me to accept your things, not me who begged you to ask for your jade pendant. ”

"Five pounds of bran, no more."

Jiang Feng was wearing a tattered jacket, which was covered with patches, and there were a few holes from time to time, but when they were exposed, it was not white cotton, but reeds that were not frost-resistant at all.

When the cold wind blew on the mountain, he shivered with cold, and even half of his intact cheeks were black, red, black, and red, and he looked even more hideous and ugly.

His two hands fell to his side and clenched into fists, "Uncle Ma, it's the New Year, I want my grandfather to eat better." ”

Ma Chenggong seemed to have heard some joke, "Grandpa? Your Jiang Feng's grandfather has died a long time ago, and now you are alone in your family, which grandfather do you give good food? ”

"Phew, that's not your own greedy excuse. You are a landlord cub, what's the use of eating so well? ”

After speaking, Ma Chenggong pulled it directly, took the jade pendant away, and threw down a bag.

Jiang Feng stood in place, silent for a long time, and finally picked up the bag.

The moment he opened it, Su Qingfeng took a look from afar, and after seeing the contents of the bag, he was silent for a moment.

It's a bag of bran.

In the previous life, it was something for pigs to eat.

Even in this era, bran is a throat-trumbling thing to eat.

Su Siwei patted Su Qingfeng on the shoulder and motioned to continue walking.

……

Village.

It's still in tatters.

But when I opened the door, the inside of the house was much colder than when I first came, as if it were in the cellar.

I saw that in the inconspicuous corner of the two rooms, a honeycomb coal stove was secretly hidden, so that it could not only heat but also cook.

It is said to be cooking, but in fact, it is something like wild vegetables, and it is a prevarication to cook it casually and put a little salt.

Even if there is Lin Duanyang, the chef, but the problem is that it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice.

With just such a small amount of raw materials, it is difficult to make flowers.

Seeing Su Qingfeng and Su Siwei, the two fathers and sons, braving the heavy snow, brought them so much food on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Although these things are not very valuable.

But as the saying goes, the icing on the cake is not as good as charcoal in the snow.

Even if they and Su Siwei were involved in each other because of their interests at the beginning, but under his actions, everyone couldn't help but have a little sincerity.

As for Su Qingfeng, in their opinion, he is a pure-minded young man.

Lin Duanyang looked at Su Qingfeng, the more he watched, the happier he became, and with the good atmosphere of today's festival, his careful thoughts came out.

I rummaged through the contents of the bag, and there was actually a plucked and cleaned chicken.

Lin Duanyang was once again sighed by the delicate thoughts of the father and son.

He lifted the chicken, pulled Su Qingfeng and walked out, "Let's go, Qingfeng, let them talk first." It's sunny today, I'll show you a hand, how much you can learn depends on your ability. ”

Hearing this, Su Qingfeng's eyes lit up suddenly.

If he remembers correctly, Lin Duanyang is a master chef of Lu cuisine, and the restaurant he once opened was only eaten by dignitaries.

If he could learn something from him, even if it was only a little bit, it would be enough for him to benefit immensely.

When Su Siwei heard this, the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

The road is paved, son, it's up to you how you go.

Learn something from Lin Duanyang, let alone take the seventh-level certificate, even if it is a fourth-level certificate, it is more than enough.

What Lin Duanyang is going to teach Su Qingfeng today is a special basic skill - the whole chicken out of the bones.

This technique is often used in dishes such as cloth bag chicken and three sets of duck.

And these two dishes, one is the big dish in Lu cuisine, and the other is the famous dish in Huaiyang cuisine, not ordinary people, and they can't learn this unique craft.

Although Su Qingfeng has a system, so far, he has been in contact with home-cooked side dishes, and he has never touched such a "high-end" thing.

He stood aside, trying to study Lin Duanyang's technique, so he took a small notebook and a pen to record it with a brush.

He has the heart to learn, and Lin Duanyang also has the heart to teach.

When the whole chicken was deboned, he deliberately slowed down, and sometimes, he even explained the key to Su Qingfeng.

Lin Duanyang sometimes thinks back to the past, and he can't help but want to laugh a little.

If it was placed in the past, he was still a first-class master in the Lu cuisine faction, how could he be so kind and pleasant when he taught his disciples, and even explained and instructed in person.

didn't scold those guys, he already had a good temper.

However, Su Qingfeng did not disappoint Lin Duanyang.

I don't know if he is not very old, and when he cooks, he still has a bit of imagination.

To put it simply, this young man has aura.

It's a good fit for this line.

After the whole chicken was deboned, Lin Duanyang said with a smile, "It's a pity that you haven't practiced anything, you can think more about it when you go back and see if you can understand it." ”

Having said that, Lin Duanyang also understood with some regret in his heart.

Cooking is not something that can be understood just by thinking about it.

It still has to be practiced, and it has to be practiced.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of being rustled in the snow, and it sounded like the original soft snow had been stepped on and compacted.

Lin Duanyang squinted his eyes, looked forward, and when he saw the comer, a smile appeared on his face, "Xiao Feng, your Aunt Song didn't know how many times she chattered today, and I thought you wouldn't come, hurry up, it's cold outside, go into the house and talk." ”

Xiao Feng?

Su Qingfeng stopped thinking in his mind and turned to look at the person called Xiao Feng.

The kid in front of him was not tall, his cheeks were half-ruined, and he was gloomy and full of temperament, looking like a wild wolf cub, covered in thorns.

Isn't it Su Qingfeng and Dad, on the way here, they saw Jiang Feng who had successfully made a deal with Ma.

Is that the little cub of the landlord's family in the mouth of the villagers?

Su Qingfeng looked at the cloth bag in his hand, and his heart was inexplicably a little complicated, but then there were doubts.

Jiang Feng...... How did you meet this group of old people?

Su Qingfeng is not short, standing next to Lin Duanyang, no one will ignore it.

Jiang Feng saw Su Qingfeng at a glance.

He recognized Su Qingfeng.

Before, Su Qingfeng and Li Jing took a group of children, and when they had dinner in the evening, he knew Su Qingfeng.

In the pile of children, there are all the adults, one is a girl Yingchun, the other is Li Jing who cooks the same as poisoning, and the other is Su Qingfeng, who can turn the most ordinary raw materials into magic.

The dishes made by Su Qingfeng are really fragrant.

Whenever he couldn't sleep at night, he would run under the wall outside the broken house, smell the fragrance, and chew on the grass roots, as if he could really eat the deliciousness.

But reality always slaps him in the face.

He was the son of a landlord's family.

He doesn't deserve it.

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