Super Chef Tycoon

Chapter 56 Home Cooking

Chapter 56 Home Cooking

Although Yang's mother still had some sadness on her face, she was still in a good mood now that her son was back. Seeing Yang Song brought two young people, she quickly asked, "Xiao Song, who are these two?"

Yang Song only remembered at this time, as if he hadn't introduced these two people yet, he quickly pointed at them.

"Mom and Dad, these two are my friends. The boy's name is Chen Ming, and the girl's name is Meng Shihan! They drove me home, and they happened to be resting during this time, so they followed me to have a look, saying they wanted to eat farm food!"

Father Yang chuckled, took out the dry cigarette, carefully rolled one and handed it to Chen Ming, "Come on, since you are Xiaosong's friend, come on, smoke a cigarette!"

Chen Ming saw that Father Yang rolled a dry cigarette for himself, and immediately became interested, he smiled, took it, and quickly thanked him!Thanks Uncle Yang!

"No!" Seeing this scene, Yang Song asked curiously, "Don't you don't smoke, kid? Why do you still need to pick up?"

"Uncle Yang specially rolled it for me. I must take it! Besides, I have smoked all the best cigars. This is the first time I have smoked this dry tobacco. Just try it out!" Chen Ming With a curious expression on his face, he put the cigarette in his mouth.

"Come here! Xiao Ming, I'll light it for you!" Father Yang was an enthusiastic person. He took out his lighter and was about to light it for Chen Ming. The latter cheerfully leaned over to light the cigarette.

Chen Ming took a deep breath, but he never expected that the smell of the cigarette was so strong that Chen Ming coughed and burst into tears as he choked.

Everyone laughed when they saw this scene, and Father Yang said cheerfully, "Son, this cigarette is no better than other cigarettes. It's more powerful. Slow down!"

"I know! Uncle, I really don't like smoking, but uncle, I brought you good cigarettes here! You keep it! Stop smoking these dry cigarettes, it's not good for your health!" Chen Ming wiped away his tears and threw He smoked a cigarette, smiled apologetically at Father Yang, and then took out a large bag of cigarettes from the gift.

Knowing that Father Yang can smoke, Chen Ming took some good cigarettes from home, all of which cost thousands of dollars a piece. The cigarettes given by others are not easy to throw away, so I have to keep them all. Now the warehouse is full of cigarettes and good wine, so I simply borrow flowers to offer Buddha.

"Oh! How can this be done! These are all good cigarettes! They add up to several thousand yuan!" Father Yang waved his hands quickly, expressing that this is not acceptable. Although he has never smoked, he has seen it before. Those are very expensive!
Chen Ming waved his hands indifferently, and said with a smile: "It's okay, my father doesn't smoke, and if you don't smoke these cigarettes, they will get damp by then! Just keep them!"

Yang Song also came over and said with a smile: "Dad, wasn't it popular to beat landlords back then? We also beat landlords today. This guy has money in his family, so that's not bad!"

Meng Shihan also walked up with a smile, and said, "Don't talk about beating the landlord, Yang Song, you are considered a small landlord now, right?"

Mother Yang was confused and didn't know what the girl meant by the landlord, but she also knew what to do, stood up, and said with a smile: "Look at our memory, children, come in quickly! Outside It's hot, come in and have some tea! Auntie will bring you some specialties!"

"Okay!" Meng Shihan nodded repeatedly, she really didn't drink much water today, she was really thirsty.

Chen Ming's eyes lit up when he heard the word "special product", he just took a bite and happily followed behind Yang Song's parents.

Ten minutes later, Chen Ming took a sip of the local tea, and then took a sip of the radish and garlic that Yang's mother brewed herself. The taste was indescribably delicious.

"Auntie! Now I know where Yang Song's cooking skills come from. The radishes you stuffed are really delicious! Such radishes are even more delicious if they are fried!" Chen Ming stuffed the radish in his mouth , still desperately praising Mother Yang for the radishes she brewed herself!
Father Yang took a puff of the good cigarette brought by Chen Ming, and puffed out the smoke comfortably, "It's just for eating. In the evening, I will ask your aunt to fry eggs with radish for you. It tastes even better. !"

"That's a good relationship!" Chen Ming heard that there was something delicious, how could he be unhappy?

Meng Shihan also nodded. Over the years, she also felt that it tastes better. Hearing such scrambled eggs with pickled radish must be delicious!

Mother Yang stood up and said with a smile: "You guys just chat and rest here, I killed the old hen, and I will cook the old hen soup for you at night! Replenish yourself!"

"okay!"

Chen Ming nodded, lowered his head and took another sip of hot tea, heaving a sigh of relief.

After the two elders left, Meng Shihan asked curiously: "I didn't even see your chickens when I came in!"

"That old hen is the one that lays eggs at home, and it laid the eggs you ate at night!" Yang Song didn't care at that time, and took a bite of the pickled radish happily!

"What? They stayed here to lay eggs? Forget it! Don't eat it, I'll go tell my auntie!" Chen Ming quickly stood up and was about to run out.

Yang Song quickly stopped him and shouted: "Okay, okay! Isn't it just an old hen? If it was before, you still want to eat it? I definitely won't let it. It's different now. We have money, don't we just eat it?" An old hen? In the future, we will buy a flock and raise them up for you to eat every day!"

When Chen Ming heard this, he thought about it carefully, and he seemed to be the same, nodded and said: "That's right, you kid has earned so much money, it's not bad for an old hen!"

At sunset, five people sat in front of their house, and there was a large table of delicious food on the table!Scrambled eggs with pickled radish, old hen soup, braised pork, fish head tofu and two plates of vegetables grown at home!At first glance, they are all farm dishes, and Chen Ming's mouth is watering!

"Uncle, I came here in a hurry, and I didn't bring any good wine. I took a few bottles of Moutai from my dad's wine cabinet. He said it was good wine, but I didn't understand it. How about it? Let's have a drink or two with you!"

Although Chen Ming wanted to eat it very much, when he saw Uncle Yang, he quickly took out a bottle of 20-year-old Moutai. He didn't know what kind of wine it was, but it should be good wine. Uncle Yang stared straight at it.

Father Yang looked at the wine bottle carefully, clicked his tongue twice, put it on the table like a baby, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, kid, let's drink some homemade rice bar, this kind of wine is too expensive, Keep it up!"

"It's fine!" Chen Ming didn't care too much. Although he often went out to socialize with his father and drank a lot, he really didn't like drinking very much.

(End of this chapter)