Rebirth: Eighty's Wife

Chapter 47 Delicious
There are about a dozen dishes on a table, some are cold, some are hot, some are meat and some are vegetarian.

The old man lives alone on weekdays, and there is not much food at home.

Everyone in the village knew that Han Xianghua was moving today, and some people who had a good relationship on weekdays gave away some things, all of which were home-grown fruits and vegetables, as well as a pound of cornmeal and white flour, which made such a sumptuous meal rice.

Liang Qin and Han Xianghua kept in mind what kind of gift someone gave, planning to find a reason to return it in the future.

Everyone also knew that the couple were kicked out, life is not easy now, they left things and left, not staying for dinner at all.

"Brother Xiang Hua is blessed to marry such a capable daughter-in-law." The village head praised.

The aroma, the color of the dishes, and the presentation are more than ten times stronger than that of my own wife.

The village head made a secret decision to ask his wife to come over after returning home to talk to his younger siblings, and the most important thing is to learn how to cook and go back to improve his family's food.

The old man saw through the village head's little thoughts at a glance.

Liang Qin said: "Try it and see how it tastes. It's the first time I cook some dishes. I don't know how they are cooked. Are they delicious?"

The village head looked at Liang Qin in surprise, the siblings are really humble.

The old man glanced at Liang Qin approvingly.

Be high-key, low-key.

Yes, very good!

The village chief looked enviously at him, the old man had never praised him so much before, hum!
"You don't need to taste it. Just by smelling it, I can guarantee that it must be delicious." The village chief said.

"Sit down, sit down, let's eat together," the old man said.

The village head nodded repeatedly, impatiently wanting to taste it with his chopsticks.

When the duck reaches the mouth, if you don't eat it, you are always worried.

Liang Qin said: "As long as Grandpa likes it, this meal is not due to me alone, Ningning also helped a lot."

Ning Ning?

The old man and the village chief looked at each other, and both of them were surprised.

Liang Qin said with a smile: "Yes, I really didn't expect that Ning Ning is very talented in cooking. Some dishes are made according to her instructions, and the taste is really good."

She has never done it before, and she can instruct Liang Qin to make such a delicacy just by thinking about it, what a girl.

Han Yaning received the amazed gazes from the crowd, and bowed her head silently, ashamed of being praised.

The quintessence of Chinese cuisine for 5000 years, don't have too many delicious things, there are countless delicacies in the eight major cuisines alone.

More than ten years later, the country's situation has improved, and many people are paying more and more attention to food. Restaurants of various cuisines have opened all over the country, and there are also various food sharing posts on the Internet. These few dishes are trivial.

Han Yaning looked away a little guilty, she was promoting Chinese cuisine in advance.

"Let's eat!" said the old man. He lifted up his chopsticks first, and picked up some snow-white tofu with chili peppers. It was very novel. "This tofu looks pretty good."

Red, white and white, tofu like white jade, the plate is surrounded by red and spicy chili sauce, which looks very good together.

"Hiss!" The old man took a deep breath, his mouth grew hot, and he pointed to the tea mug beside him, beckoning the people around him to pour some water for him.

Everyone else in the room was terrified by the old man's appearance.

Han Yaning slid off the chair directly, and ran over to pick up the tea mug that the old man used to drink on a daily basis. Fortunately, there was some water in it, and he hadn't finished drinking it yet. It was cool enough to drink.

The old man picked up the tea mug, drank several sips one after another, the anxiety on his face receded slightly, his lips were still red, and the numbness in his mouth disappeared.

Han Yaning clenched her fists.

The old man put down the tea mug, gasped all the time, and then felt that the atmosphere in the room was not right.

"Master, are you alright?" the village head asked with concern.

The others also stood up and surrounded the old man one after another.

The old man was surprised and waved his hands: "What are you doing? Sit down."

Han Yaning said in a low voice, "Grandpa, I'm sorry."

She forgot to remind her grandfather that she made this mapo tofu according to Xichuan's method. It is very spicy, and those who are not used to chili will definitely not be able to accept it if they suddenly eat it.

This is what the little girl has done, with a guilty look on her face.

The old man said: "It's okay, it's delicious."

Han Yaning looked up in surprise: "Grandpa, do you think it's delicious?"

The old man nodded without thinking, it's simply delicious.

The old man said: "Girl Ning, this is the first time my great-grandfather has eaten such delicious tofu in so many years. At the beginning, I felt a little spicy in my mouth, spicy and spicy, but after the hotness passed, I felt very refreshed."

As I get older, there are fewer things I like to eat.

I have experienced hardships and blessings in this life, and I have experienced a lot. Today's mapo tofu makes the old man feel delicious.

Han Yaning said worriedly: "Grandpa, please eat slowly. This mapo tofu is quite irritating to the stomach. People with bad stomachs will easily get upset after eating it."

Han Xianghua and the others who had just sat down immediately looked over, and the village chief wanted to get up directly.

The old man glanced over.

The buttocks that the village head had just raised immediately sat down again.

The old man said: "Ning girl, don't worry, Grandpa's stomach is very good."

Han Xianghua glanced at his daughter reproachfully, complaining that she shouldn't cook such a particularly spicy dish.

"I like this dish. You should try it too. It's delicious. In the future, we will make it frequently in the kitchen." The old man said, turning his head to look at Han Yaning, and making his own request, "Ning girl, can you order it in the future?" I often make it for my grandfather."

Han Yaning smiled and said, "As long as Grandpa likes it."

"I like it, I like it very much." The old man said with a smile, lifted his chopsticks towards the plate of mapo tofu, picked up a big piece of it with his chopsticks, and began to enjoy it.

The second time I made preparations, this time the old man ate a lot more elegantly. After three or two bites, he immediately fell in love with such delicious food.

The old man moved his chopsticks, and everyone else on the table followed suit, attacking the target he had aimed for a long time ago.

"Well, it's so hot, so hot... hiss..."

"You slow down..."

"Wuuuuu...can't be slow, it's delicious, it's so delicious..."

"This is really cool, spicy, spicy, delicious..."

"Brat, slow down..."

"Grandpa, don't slow down, it won't taste good when it's cold..."

The habit of not talking about food has long since disappeared at the dinner table. People gathered together at a large table, waving the chopsticks in their hands so fast that there were almost afterimages, accompanied by the sound of chopsticks colliding with each other from time to time. lively.

(End of this chapter)