Seeing Su Qingfeng looking at the surrounding environment, Hu Ping and Bai Yue, as elders, once again felt embarrassed.

Seeing this, Xu Zhongshan had left silently not long ago, giving Su Qingfeng and his family enough time to get along.

I saw Su Qingfeng take out bags of food from the huge package, without the slightest embarrassment of meeting for the first time, but as if he had known his grandfather's family for a long time, his words were full of naturalness and relaxation.

"Grandma, grandpa, uncle, second uncle, have you eaten?"

What is this road number?

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was not a scene of hugging his head and crying, but asking if he had eaten?

Not to mention that Hu Ping was a little confused, even Bai Yue couldn't react.

In the end, it was Uncle Bai Haoran who grinned and smiled innocently, "I didn't eat it." Breeze, do you want to taste a little? ”

As he spoke, the Bai family glared at him.

What nonsense?

My grandson came from afar, could it be that he invited him to eat black flour buns and pickles?

How embarrassing is that.

Hu Ping looked at Bai Haoran, glared at the big fool, and then looked at Su Qingfeng's white and handsome face, the more she looked at it, the more comfortable she became, she only felt that Su Qingfeng was worthy of being her grandson, and she was a good place, although his face shape was not the most popular Chinese face, but in Hu Ping's eyes, his grandson was good everywhere, and he couldn't pick out a bad one.

Bai Haoran was glared at by the old lady, and suddenly remembered what the second brother said before.

The second brother said that after having Su Qingfeng, his family status would decline.

So it seems...... That's really the case.

But Bai Haoran is optimistic by nature and doesn't mind this statement at all.

The little nephew hasn't seen them for so many years, and his father and mother are very kind of him, so it should be.

No matter how bad it is, isn't there another word called intergenerational parenting?

At this stall, Su Qingfeng had already taken out one of the wrapped things.

Looking at the neatly arranged rice noodles, the processed smoked chicken and smoked rabbit, the sun-dried mushrooms, chicken firs, and even the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, I also brought enough.

If you save a little food, you can eat it for at least three months.

When Bai Yue saw this scene, he felt very uncomfortable, feeling sorry for himself, but more of a distress for his grandson.

He knew that Su Qingfeng came from Hei Province, and he had to carry two big luggage all the way, but he was afraid that he would suffer on the road, and he didn't know how much he had suffered.

Holding so many things, if it is someone else, I am afraid that when I sleep, I will remember to open one eye, for fear that someone else will steal something.

Seeing that Su Qingfeng was about to get up and go to the kitchen, the family was anxious.

Bai Haoyu looked sick and weak, but his reaction was the fastest among everyone.

Seeing that he hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to touch the little nephew's head, he saw Su Qingfeng being taller than him, and his shoulders wider than him, as well as rolling up his sleeves, and the faintly visible smooth muscle lines on his arms, Bai Haoyu paused, and when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed in a daze, and changed his words:

"Qingfeng, I'll give you a hand."

Su Qingfeng gave the second uncle an appreciative look.

He turned to speak, "It's okay, I sat all the way in the car until my butt was numb, now it's okay to move." Grandma, grandpa, uncle, what do you want to eat? Today can be regarded as a coincidence, it happens to be a small year, and now it's late, I won't wrap it, just before coming out, I brought a bag of sauerkraut pork dumplings from home, or how many should I steam? ”

Skillful?

Of course, it can't be so coincidental.

Su Qingfeng just wanted to spend the New Year with his grandfather's family, otherwise he would not have thought that he would deliberately bring so many dumplings.

Su Qingfeng knew this, how could Bai Yue and his party not know?

Su Qingfeng was still there talking to himself: "Grandpa, grandpa, and uncle and second uncle, what do you want to do with dumplings?" Sour soup dumplings, or steamed dumplings directly, anyway, there are a lot of dumplings, why don't I make a little? ”

What kind of sour soup is not sour soup, for the Bai family, being able to eat white flour dumplings has been an unimaginably good food for so many years.

Su Qingfeng glanced at them and found that his grandfather was about the same age as his grandmother next year, and he used to live a pampered life, but now he looks four or five years older than his grandmother.

If you really want to talk about your actual age, maybe grandma and grandpa are a few years younger than grandma.

Su Qingfeng felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Thinking that they handed over all the assets of the family to the old lady, but they were on the farm, working day in day for decades, and the body was bad, Su Qingfeng shook his knife, cut off a large piece of fat, and prepared to stir some lard first, get a little lard residue, and make them a little oil and water.

At this moment, the Bai family was standing in the kitchen and giving Su Qingfeng a hand.

Even if she has always been in charge of the kitchen at home, she is also happy to work on Su Qingfeng's side at this moment.

When Hu Ping first came to the farm, she didn't know how to cook at all, but after so many years of polishing, she had the ability to cook.

But sometimes, there is talent and there is no talent, that's obvious.

In addition, even if Hu Ping's skills are good, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, and the meals she usually cooks are basically to the extent that she can't eat the dead.

On the other hand, when Su Qingfeng picked up a somewhat worn spatula, even laymen like Hu Ping and others could feel that Su Qingfeng's temperament suddenly changed.

I saw that he put a bowl of water in the pot, and the outer edge of the water, no more than the cut of fatty meat, crackled and burned as the firewood under the stove crackled, and the oil and water in the pot slowly fried out, and a rich fragrance of lard spread in all directions.

Su Qingfeng even heard the cries of the neighbor's children.

However, the babies on the farm are not used to growing up.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I cried a few times, and then looked at my father's big slap and silently restrained my crying.

Su Qingfeng didn't pay attention to these external voices, but lowered his head and concentrated on stirring the lard.

After taking out the lard residue, he put it on a plate with several gaps, handed it to his grandfather first, and then spoke, "Grandma, grandpa, you don't get meat for a long time, when you eat lard residue, don't eat too much, wait for a few days after tomorrow, it's the same." It's a big deal, I'll cook it again for you then. I'm afraid you won't be able to take it anymore. ”

After speaking, Su Qingfeng quickly disposed of the lard in the pot.

Although through the communication in the letter, my grandfather's family has long known that Su Qingfeng is not what it used to be, and he is a celebrity in the county, a leader and a master in the back kitchen, but seeing that Su Qingfeng can be so skilled at this age, the work on the stove can make him so proficient, and he can't help but be a little shocked.

As a woman, Hu Ping thinks more.

How can such an older child be familiar with cooking?

To say that this child can have his current craftsmanship without suffering at all, Hu Ping never believes this.

In contrast, don't look at your two sons, although they are now depressed and bleak, and they can't even eat enough, at least they didn't have to worry about eating and drinking before.

wants to have such first-hand cooking skills like Su Qingfeng, for Bai Haoran and Bai Haoyu, who are uncles, they really don't have this level.

Bai Haoran blushed his face, looked at the lard residue, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Although Su Qingfeng did send a lot of things some time ago, the problem is that everyone is afraid of being poor, how can they eat as soon as they have good things, and they can't live that day?

Not to mention the lard residue, even the lard is rarely tasted, and if you eat a little bit of this thing, you will have a little less.

In the end, Bai Haoran still couldn't stand this temptation, and looked at Su Qingfeng, his eyes were shining, "Qingfeng, can I taste this lard residue?" ”

Su Qingfeng looked at his uncle, only to feel that his current appearance was very much like a reindeer ready to be fed, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, "Okay, eat it while it's hot, grandma, grandpa, second uncle, these are originally for you to cushion your stomach, hurry up." If you don't eat it, you won't give me face! ”

Hu Ping and Bai Yue didn't want to eat it yet, and were going to keep their share for the children to eat, but when they heard Su Qingfeng's last sentence of "threat", they had to reach out and pick up a piece of lard residue.

I don't know if it's their illusion, but the crispy and crispy lard residue of the oil is crushed in the mouth, turned into fat, and flows down the throat and esophagus, and when it flows into the abdomen, it seems to dispel the cold in the limbs and bones a little, and the heart that gradually becomes cold under the barren life and strong pressure slowly has a warm feeling.

Even the small and tattered stove room became warm.

Although the paper on the window is a little broken, and the cold wind outside is blowing in along the hole, but the small stove still gives people a feeling of warmth like spring.

Grandpa and they were eating with lard residue and eating very carefully, but at the same time, they were also very intoxicated.

In the past, they couldn't look down on this kind of thing.

But the current lard residue, for them, is a "high-climbing" delicacy.

But they invariably only ate about half of it, and the remaining half was all left for Su Qingfeng.

Su Qingfeng's movements were also very quick, and it didn't take long for a large bowl of sour soup dumplings dripping with sesame oil and sour and hot and appetizing dumplings to be baked.

Su Qingfeng looked at his grandfather's stunned appearance, and couldn't help but feel a little funny, and waved his hand in front of him, as if he was joking, "Grandpa, look stupid?" Try it, this sour soup dumpling can be very strong, eat it in one bite, it is very fragrant. ”

Su Qingfeng was afraid that the old man would be embarrassed to eat, so he specially took out a spoon, a plump ingot-shaped dumpling, and put it in the spoon.

When you get older, the number of taste buds declines, so it will become heavy-flavored, which is why many elderly people, why the diet is relatively light when they are young, but when they are old, they will prefer to eat heavy-tasting food.

And this, the old man is no exception.

Accustomed to eating the usual meals like shabu-shabu water, as soon as he ate this bowl of sour soup dumplings, the old man subconsciously gave birth to an idea - this is what people eat.

When he bites through the white dough and eats the filling, the taste buds of the white man are more like getting an ultimate enjoyment, which makes him can't help but squint his eyes and subconsciously chew at a faster pace, so as to prolong the time of taste bud enjoyment and strengthen the feeling of fullness.

The point of strengthening the sense of satiety in the back is the experience gained from living on the farm for many years and lacking food and clothing for a long time.

When Su Qingfeng saw it, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

But on the surface, he didn't show it, but scooped a spoonful of sour soup dumplings for his grandmother, eldest uncle, and second uncle, and the wrinkles on Hu Ping's happy face were relaxed.

As for the uncle's side, not to mention Bai Haoran, who has a intestine leading to the end, even the second uncle Bai Haoyu, who is sick and weak and moody, also slowly relaxed his eyebrows and eyes because of this mouthful of sour soup dumplings.

This little nephew is really a god!

After the dumplings were ready, Su Qingfeng quickly made two quick dishes, and then quickly stopped.

In fact, if you don't stop, the neighbor's doll will cry again.

Originally, it was enough to worry that Xiao Nian had no food to eat, but he still had to smell the fragrance of other people's homes and drool, is this still something that people can do?

At the dinner table, Su Qingfeng sat on a low stool, not even a backrest, and one of the four legs under the stool was missing a corner, which made Su Qingfeng always have a feeling that he was about to slip when he sat up.

In addition to two large bowls of dumplings on the table, there is also a plate of bacon and eggs and stewed tofu with Chinese cabbage.

One meat and one vegetable, evenly matched.

Because of the lack of oil and water, even if it is just Chinese cabbage stewed tofu, a group of people eat it fragrantly.

When Su Qingfeng dried two steamed buns, he found that the two uncles had already picked up the fifth steamed bun, and they looked hungry at first glance.

The first old man and Grandma Hu, looking at this scene, their eyes felt a little hot, obviously it was just Su Qingfeng alone, but they didn't know why, but they felt that this home seemed to be hot all of a sudden.

There was popularity.

Su Qingfeng was gnawing on the steamed bun while staring at the leaky place in the house, his mouth was not idle at all, his mind turned away, and he immediately calculated, "Grandma, grandpa, let's be here, is someone here to repair the roof?" ”

Bai Yue immediately understood what Su Qingfeng meant, but his face showed a look of spittle, as if he was a little embarrassed, "Qingfeng, in fact, this roof, it's okay if you don't repair it, the family barely resists, and it's over, anyway, when it rains, it's only a day or two." ”

Su Qingfeng frowned and didn't speak out immediately, but he had an opposing opinion in his heart.

When it rains, what about when it snows?

According to his plan, even if the roof is not a tile roof, it must be properly laid with thatch, otherwise when it snows heavily and the roof is crushed, it will not be as simple as leaking rain.

But he knew that his grandfather was not such a short-sighted person, and he must have his own concerns.

Sure enough, the next moment, Grandpa explained, "There is everyone on this farm." Don't look at us intellectuals and the bourgeoisie being sent here. But again, there are quite a few people who have blood on their hands...... In the case of everyone living a poor life, there may not be anything to be seen. But if everyone lives a poor life, and we are so rich, do you think ...... What will they think? And most importantly...... I can't affect you......" (end of chapter)