MTL - Song Tan Jishi-Chapter 325 five six seven eight cans

  Chapter 325 325. Five six seven eight cans

  Green pepper beef sauce is simmering in the pot, the hot air is mixed with the spicy smell of pepper, and the whole yard is filled with this attractive smell.

   Originally, some other ingredients were added, but the seventh cousin only picked it up with a spoon and tasted it lightly, and he was already satisfied.

  He said to Grandma Seven: "Anneal, cook slowly."

  Turning his head and asking everyone: "Do you eat cold noodles or rice at noon? The steamed buns are too late to leaven, but the steamed buns are fine."

   Then there is no need to ask? !

  It must be cold noodles in this hot weather!

   Qiao Qiao looked at the green peppers that had just been packed aside: "Can you still make the green peppers stuffed with meat and scrambled eggs?"

   "I won't do it!" Seventh Cousin waved his hand: "I have this sauce at noon, I don't think any of you can care about anything else."

   Turning around, he picked up another pot, and threw a few fried eggs into it, then slapped garlic with the remaining oil, and fried another pot of vegetables.

  At the other end, Qiao Qiao has already fished out all the cooked noodles and put them in cold water.

  It was also served in a large stainless steel basin, and Zhu Jun, who was already holding chopsticks in one hand and a large bowl in the other, silently came up.

   A bowl of white cold noodles, pour a spoonful of green pepper beef sauce, mix well, put a few vegetable leaves on the side, and a burnt egg...

   That is to say, for such a lunch, he wouldn’t even exchange abalone wings and belly!

   Then roll up a chopsticks of noodles and stuff them in your mouth—! !

  At that moment, the spicy aroma of chili burst out in the mouth, as if a small cannonball was ignited, which made people groan!

  It was obviously cold, but Zhu Jun was eating and panting continuously, like a puppy, without the steady demeanor of a small party secretary.

   And there is another one who is eating and snoring, it is Sun Shouping who has no sense of existence.

  Ulan also said polite words to him: "Look, this guy came all the way, and he said he would stew two pieces of meat for you..."

   "No meat, no meat!"

  Sun Shouping quickly shook his head, his mouth was full—with such a meal, what kind of meat do you want?

   Then I couldn't help stuffing it in a big mouthful—hiss! so spicy!

  But while it was spicy and drooling, I still couldn't help but want to eat it. The middle was so spicy that I couldn't stand it, and I didn't even want to drink more water to occupy my memory, so I quickly picked up a chopstick of green vegetable leaves.

  In an instant, I was refreshed by the taste of the leaves of this vegetable.

  Finally, take another bite of burnt fried eggs to ease the spiciness...then an infinite loop.

   When he came back to his senses, he had already mixed a large bowl of noodles again.

  Zhang Yanping was sitting next to him. At the moment, he was also full of food, and his black and strong figure couldn't stop the satisfaction on his face.

  At this moment, I only asked proudly: "How is it? I said you have to eat two bowls!"

  Sun Shouping looked serious: "I want to eat three bowls!"

   Seventh Cousin is getting old, but he can't help overeating like this. He and Grandma Seven have always eaten slowly, relying on time to deceive their appetites.

  He didn't raise his head at this moment, he just said casually: "The Jianweixiaoshi tablet is in the basket on the corridor, I couldn't bear it anymore and chewed two by myself."

  Sun Shouping:…

  He looked at the bowl silently, then got up immediately:

   "I'm going to eat two now."

   In this way, maybe you can have another bowl after a while.

  Zhang Yanping: …

  He didn't say anything else, he just put aside the prepared tea quickly—brother came all the way, even though he was worried about his dog, he couldn't hold him down!

   Zhu Jun, however, salivated and looked at the big bowl of green pepper beef sauce, and now he looked at Song Youde, who was equally satisfied with two glasses of wine, and heaved a long sigh:

   "I don't know if my grandpa has ever eaten such a delicious food? Their generation suffered a lot, and now they are getting older, and it doesn't taste good..."

Song Youde slapped his thigh: "That's not true! The life you young people are living now is incomparable to ours back then! Not to mention anything else, at that time I paid food, and I carried baskets and walked dozens of miles. Who do you see? Can it be done?"

  Xiao Zhu's branch secretary couldn't help stamping her feet—the topic was off topic!

   Fortunately, Song Youde quickly turned his gaze back:

   "Don't worry about it, Xiao Zhu, isn't our sauce not licensed to sell? So, Tan Tan, do you still have the jars for honey? Put two jars for Xiao Zhu and let her send them back."

   "I made it at home, you're welcome."

  Xiaozhu branch secretary was ecstatic, but now he was shy and embarrassed: "Grandpa, I want to pack a five-six-seven-eight can..."

  Song Youde was stunned.

  Looked at the sauce, and then at her: "The sauce can't be kept for a long time! At most a month, this day has to be in the refrigerator."

  Xiao Zhu branch secretary laughed even more embarrassedly:

   "My family has many grandpas..."

   Okay, we have already talked about this, how can we disagree?

  Song Youde just laughed: "Ask Tan Tan to pretend to be with you later."

  Sun Shouping was listening, one side of his cheek was full and bulging, he just stared blankly at the village party secretary in front of him, thinking too much about politics, why didn't he think of it!

  At this moment, he looked at Song Youde, feeling really embarrassed to open his mouth to solicit relations with him, so he could only look at Zhang Yanping pitifully.

  Zhang Yanping: …

   "All right, all right, I'll bring you two bottles later—come on, brother, let's have some tea first, don't hold on."

  Sun Shouping was so moved that he picked up the teacup as expected.

  …

  The whole yard is harmonious and happy, only the mobile phone standing alone by the stove is still exerting its last energy.

  It has already popped up a battery warning, and everyone in the live broadcast room has gone from silent to sucking and then numb.

  【That is to say, did the anchor forget that he is still live broadcasting? 】

  【Damn it! Report the address, I will rush to kill him now, 7 in and 7 out, with 7 bottles and 7 cans! 】

  【It’s gone, it’s not interesting, there’s not even a shadow of a person... Suck it】

  【Eating and broadcasting is no longer popular now】

  【I'm angry, the host doesn't respect our fans at all, he doesn't care about me at all! Unless let me taste that sauce]

  【Please host! look at the children! If there is no certificate, I don't care. Sell me two bottles first, and I can dazzle cleanly in a meal. 】

  Drool and tears flowed together in the live broadcast room, leaving only a miserable scene.

   To make matters worse, the phone made a "beep" sound, and then quickly ran out of power and shut down.

  Everyone: …

   Qiao Qiao also heard this voice, and stood up hurriedly at this moment: "Ah! Teacher Qiao Qiao forgot about the children!"

   "It doesn't matter."

  Song Tan comforted him: "Didn't you teach the children to pick peppers today? The reason why you didn't finish class was to give everyone a chance to review. Turn off the phone when it is turned off—do you still eat eggs?"

  Jojo was a little frustrated: "But I still plan to show my Ultraman to the children..."

The one-meter-high Ultraman Zero that Song Tan bought for Jojo at a cost of 188 is now in his room. satisfy.

   Now that I can't show it off, Qiao Qiao has experienced the bitterness of night travel in Jinyi at a young age, which is really of great educational significance.

  (end of this chapter)