Life in a small village with quiet mountains and quiet waters

Chapter 83

Speaking of these stories, the old man really had something to say. After a while, everyone gathered together. Everyone talked about each other and quickly got off the topic. What happened again.

Gu Siwei was amused to hear it, mainly teasing the puppy, although the one he was teasing was not his, but the little milk dog was very funny, and he grunted and had a little temper.

Everyone huddled together here, but those in the kitchen over there were bustling with enthusiasm.

Gu Siwei's new house has set up a pot house. Liu Fulin and his family don't have such leisure time. The cooking place is very simple, so once the dish is cooked, the smell can be smelled from a long distance.

On the other side of the pot, Wu Meiling was cooking fish, and the way of braised fish in the farmhouse was not too particular.

Nowadays people don’t like to eat fish. It’s not that the fish is not delicious, but that there is no way to cook it, because frying fish requires oil. Now where do people have oil to fry this fish? If the fish is not fried, it can only be steamed. Paying back one meal or two, even steaming every day is unbearable.

Today the fish is fried, not only fried but also fried in a lot of oil.

Needless to say, the aroma of the fish is obvious once it is fried.

"It smells like a lot of oil, right?"

Sniffing, Yang Chuanwu said something.

Before anyone could answer, Yang Chuanwu came directly to the side of the pot, stretched his head to look into the pot, and immediately said another sentence.

"Hey, this fish skin is fried, Wu Meiling, you are really willing to use oil, this oil is enough for our family to eat for five or six days."

Wu Meiling continued to work while laughing when she heard this. The fish smelled delicious, which was the oil at the bottom of the pot. Wu Meiling started to fry the ingredients.

There is no special condiment, nothing more than green onion, ginger and garlic, and these are all grown by ourselves. As for fennel and angelica, it is estimated that the whole village is owned by Gu Siwei's family. The rest of the villagers have heard of it. None of them are too many.

But that’s how the taste of the country comes out. Sometimes too much ingredients are added, and the freshness of the ingredients themselves can’t be shown on the contrary.

The fish is fresh now, and it was still swimming in the water tank before the knife was cut. All kinds of materials are picked from the ground, and there are still dewdrops hanging on them when they are picked.

Fresh ingredients are paired with fresh fish, and after the baptism of oil and fire, that is the natural farm taste.

Gu Siwei also leaned over to have a look. He also smelled that Wu Meiling's method of cooking fish was different from his own, so he was curious to see what was in the pot.

When Gu Siwei found out that it was just an ordinary material, he found it interesting.

Wu Meiling's side was cooking fish, while Liu Dezhu's cousin was already cooking meat.

Gu Siwei didn't mind taking a look at it, but he couldn't tell anything, because the materials were all wrapped in gauze, and even if he opened it, he probably couldn't tell what the material was, because the gauze bag was wrapped in gauze. It's loose and loose, and you can tell it's not a whole material at a glance.

If you don't want to watch it, you have to stop watching it, and there is nothing you can do, Gu Siwei leaves the stove.

After chatting with the big guy for about an hour, the aroma in the pot became stronger, and the smell of roasted meat directly aroused the noses of Gu Siwei and others.

"Old Zhao's braised pork is really—absolutely."

Yang Xingjia stretched out his thumb and spoke quite loudly. It was obvious that the guy from the Zhao family who wanted to cook heard him.

"Fang Ming, your skills are about to catch up to Lao Tzu's?" Zheng Youcai also said to Zhao Fangming who was cooking.

When Zhao Fangming heard the old man mentioning his own father, he smiled shyly and replied: "No, I am far from my father's craftsmanship."

"Fang Ming is a good kid," Guo Xiangping said with a smile.

"It's not bad, and the craftsmanship is good, but it can't be used now, and there are not many wild boars for him. How about it, Fang Ming, you and Siwei's team, he gets the wild boars and you do it, and the rest of us will follow." Enjoy the blessings and eat meat."

Someone started a joke.

"Then I have no opinion."

Immediately someone joined in.

Everyone understands that this is a joke, not to mention anything else, just how can this wild boar be eaten every day, and Gu Siwei still expects this thing to be exchanged for money and things. As for Zhao Fangming, it is even more impossible to stay here all the time.

"Qiumei, you and Fang Ming have a good chat, you are both young people..." Guo Shengshou said at this time.

Guo Xiangping also said at this time: "Yes, young people have topics to talk about, unlike us old Caibangzi."

Then the old men all mentioned this matter.

Gu Siwei understood it, and he was in time for a blind date today.

The blind dates are naturally Sun Qiumei and Zhao Fangming. As for why this method is used, how would Gu Siwei know, how many days he has been here, and the customs of blind dates here. Isn't this causing trouble for him?

Although he didn't know, but at the moment he was also bored, so he glanced at the two people who were on a blind date from time to time, whether it was Sun Qiumei or Zhao Fangming, both of them were a bit shy, they had been working all the time, and they didn't even look at each other very often.

Gu Siwei followed a little anxiously.

However, he was still worried. Among the two, Zhao Fangming met him for the first time, and Sun Qiumei hadn't met a few times, so it was a friendship of meeting and greeting.

It's not just Gu Siwei, the old man next to him is also anxious, but the two of them don't seem to be in a hurry.

Gu Siwei glanced around, and couldn't help thinking of a sentence in his heart: The emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry!
Thinking of this, the corners of Gu Siwei's mouth could not help but curl up.

With Wu Meiling's voice: Let's eat!
Everyone cheered up and walked towards the door of the house together.

At this time, Liu Dezhu had already set up the table. Nowadays, the round table is not commonly used in people's homes, but the square table of the Eight Immortals. Almost every family has one, and it is quite good, and some are even carved. If the ancestors of the family were rich , the table is even more beautiful.

Liu Dezhu and Guo Shengshou's family is obviously not the kind of rich people, but as one of the fronts of the furniture, the Eight Immortals table of the two families is also good, at least the material is good, genuine elm wood.

When they came to the table, everyone was not in a hurry to get a seat, because the seat here is very particular, the seniority and the seniority are very important, it is not enough for anyone to sit at the table, if you sit in the wrong seat, you will be punished. People look down on you and say you don't understand the rules.

Naturally, Gu Siwei would not make such a mistake, and also stood by the table.

At this time, Liu Fulin made arrangements: "Siwei, Siwei, you take the chief seat. Today is mainly to thank you. You sit on the chief seat."

After hearing this, Gu Siwei waved his hands again and again: "How can I say that, what kind of chief seat do I sit in, let's judge according to my age, Mr. Yang sits on the chief seat, and Old Xiangping sits next to him."

How could Gu Siwei sit in the main seat? Although he said he was thanking himself today, if there were no other people, he could just sit at will, and he didn't care about the main sponsor, but now everyone at this table has the surnames of every village, and Guo Xiangping These people also came to deliver the boat. As an outsider, he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy sitting in the main seat.

At this time, age is not an advantage. If Gu Siwei is in his 30s, it doesn’t matter if he is in the chief seat. Now that he is sixteen or seventeen years old, he squeezes a group of old men to sit in the chief seat. It's normal for a ten-year-old child to call grandpa, but Gu Siwei can't stand this either.

Liu Fulin took a look after hearing this.

"Neither do we fit in".

According to the rules, even if you are the head of the seat, you have to push it, so whether it is Yang Xingjia or Guo Xiangping, both of them started to push.

How could Liu Fulin allow them to keep pushing like this, half pulling and half pushing put them on the main seat.

The next step is to arrange for Gu Siwei. At this time, Gu Siwei can't be more polite, because he is not the host, and he has to be the next one. Anyway, he is the guest of honor.

So Gu Siwei sat opposite the chief seat, and Yang Chuanwu was on the same bench as Gu Siwei.

Just like that, it took 2 minutes to arrange the seats.

After the seats were ready, Guo Shengshou brought two bottles of wine and put them on the table, while Wu Meiling and Sun Qiumei brought Zhao Fangming all the dishes on the table.

There are quite a few dishes. There are four cold dishes and six hot dishes. The four cold dishes are boiled peanuts, tomatoes mixed with sugar, patted cucumbers and a plate of salted eggs.

There is fish in the hot dishes, big fish stewed by Wu Meiling, the rest is a few small stir-fries, stir-fried wild boar's offal, such as liver, heart, etc., squeezed a plate of palm-length small fish, wrapped in flour and squeezed, the most important thing The main dish is naturally a pot of braised pork.

I have to say that it is not unreasonable for people to praise Zhao's braised pork. Although I haven't eaten it yet, the smell of the meat has been impatiently drilled into my nose. Even Gu Siwei couldn't hold back the aroma.

Not only is it fragrant, but also beautiful.

It is really delicious, and Gu Siwei has eaten in high-end restaurants a few times. Of course, it will be decades later, but compared with the braised pork in front of him, those restaurants he ate are invisible.

Even if the braised pork on the table is placed in the humble gray bowl of the Hong family, it looks crystal clear. The red belt on the surface covers the fat underneath, like jelly, and it turns translucent. Where the lean meat meets, the meat actually has a bit of jade quality.

Thin red is not like the color of hanging sugar, showing brown, but showing the color of the meat itself, just like white meat cooked directly in a pot, without any other color, it is pure meat color.

Guo Shengshou was in charge of pouring the wine on the table. He was half the owner and relatively young, so the job of pouring the wine fell to him.

At this time, there was no wine dispenser on the wine table. At this time, it was all poured by people, and the one who poured the wine one by one was called the wine commander.

Generally, there are two wine commanders on the Eight Immortals table, one is Guo Shengshou, and the other is Liu Dezhu.

Liu Dezhu became the wine commander today, so he can also drink a few cups. Nowadays, children in their teens can usually drink some when they sit on the table, and adults don't care. It's not like in the future, as long as the teenage children are If you drink some wine, the adults will feel that the sky is falling. Now many people's children are just one month old. When the grandpa is drinking, he will dip a little with chopsticks and give it to his little grandson, but no one says anything.

The dishes are on the table, the cup is full of wine, and today's banquet has officially begun.

As the host, Liu Fulin was naturally making an opening statement.

"Everyone is here as a guest today. We don't have much to entertain here. Anyway, let's not talk too much. Eat and drink!" Liu Fulin didn't talk too much. Everyone stood up and clinked glasses one by one.

(End of this chapter)