Life in a quiet village in Xianshan

Speaking of these stories, the old man really had a lot to say. After a while, everyone gathered together. Everyone started talking and we quickly went off topic. Which team and which family the child was successful in? What happened again.

Gu Siwei listened happily, mainly teasing the puppies. Although the one he was teasing was not his, the puppies were very funny, snorted and had a little temper.

Everyone gathered together here, but a few people in the kitchen over there were busy.

Gu Siwei has set up a pot house next to his new house. How can Liu Fulin and his family have such free time? The cooking place is very simple, so once the food is cooked, you can smell it from a long distance away.

Over there in the pot, Wu Meiling was cooking fish. The farmer's braised fish method was not too particular.

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

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

Needless to say, once the fish is fried, the aroma will naturally come out.

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

Sucking his nose, Yang Chuanwu said something.

Before anyone could answer, Yang Chuanwu came directly to the pot, looked into the pot, and suddenly said something else.

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

Wu Meiling laughed while continuing to work. The fish was frying and the aroma came out, which was the oil at the bottom of the pot. Wu Meiling started to stir-fry the ingredients.

There are no special ingredients, just onions, ginger, garlic, etc., which are all grown at home. As for fennel, angelica, etc., it is estimated that Gu Siwei’s family owns them in the whole village, and the rest of the villagers have heard of them. Not too many.

But this is how the country flavor comes out. Sometimes too many ingredients are added, and the freshness of the ingredients itself is not reflected on the back.

Now the fish is alive and swimming in the water tank before the knife was cut. The various ingredients are picked from the ground, and there are still dewdrops on them when they are picked.

Fresh ingredients paired with fresh fish, baptized by oil and fire, give it a natural farmhouse taste.

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

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

Wu Meiling is cooking fish, and Liu Dezhu's cousin is already cooking meat.

Gu Siwei didn't mind taking a look, but he couldn't tell anything, because the materials were all wrapped in gauze, and even if he opened them, he probably wouldn't be able to tell what the materials were, because the gauze bags It's loose and loose, and you can tell at a glance that it's not a single piece.

If he wasn't allowed to watch it, he had no choice but to stop watching it. Since there was no other way to think of it, Gu Siwei left the stove.

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

"The braised pork from Lao Zhao's house is really - amazing."

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

"Fang Ming, your skills are about to catch up with me, right?" Zheng Youcai also said to Zhao Fangming, who was cooking.

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

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

"It's not bad, and his skills are good, but he can't use them now, and there aren't many wild boars for him. How about this, Fang Ming, you team up with Siwei and you can do the wild boars he gets, and we older ones will follow. To enjoy happiness, just eat meat.”

Someone made a joke.

"I don't have a problem with that."

Someone immediately agreed.

Everyone understood that this was a joke. Not to mention anything else, it was impossible to eat this wild boar every day. Gu Siwei expected this thing to be exchanged for money and things. As for Zhao Fangming, it was even more impossible to stay here forever.

"Qiu Mei, you and Fang Ming have a good chat, we 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-timers."

Next, the old men all mentioned this matter.

Gu Siwei finally understood and realized that he was on a blind date today.

The blind date partners were naturally Sun Qiumei and Zhao Fangming. As for why they were used in this way, how would Gu Siwei know? He had only been here for a few days, and how did he know about the customs of blind dates here? Wouldn't this cause trouble for him.

Although he didn't know, he was bored at the moment, so he glanced at the two people on a blind date from time to time. Whether it was Sun Qiumei or Zhao Fangming, both of them were a bit shy. They kept working and didn't even look at each other.

Gu Siwei was a little anxious.

However, he was only worried. It was the first time for him to meet Zhao Fangming and Sun Qiumei, whom he had not met for a few times. It was just a meet-and-greet friendship, so he really couldn't get in touch with each other.

Not only Gu Siwei, but also the old man next to him were anxious. On the contrary, the two of them didn't seem too anxious.

Gu Siwei glanced around, and couldn't help but think of a sentence in his heart: The emperor is not in a hurry, the eunuch is!

When he thought of this, the corners of Gu Siwei's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

With Wu Meiling's voice: It's time to eat!

Everyone became energetic and walked towards the door of the house together.

At this time, Liu Dezhu had already set up the table. Nowadays, what is commonly used in people's homes is not a round table, but a square Eight Immortals table. Almost every family has one, and it is quite well made. Some even have carvings. If the ancestors of the family were rich, , then the table will be even more beautiful.

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

When we came to the table, no one was in a hurry to take a seat, because the seat here is very particular, and it is about seniority and seniority. It is not just for someone to sit at the edge of the table. If you sit in the wrong seat, you will be kicked out. People look down upon you and say you don’t understand the rules.

Naturally, Gu Siwei would not make such a mistake and stood at the edge of the table.

At this time, Liu Fulin made arrangements: "Siwei, Siwei, you sit in the main seat. Today is mainly to thank you, so you sit in the main seat."

After hearing this, Gu Siwei waved his hands repeatedly: "How can this be said? I sit in the main seat according to my age. Mr. Yang sits in the main seat, and Father Xiangping sits next to him."

How could Gu Siwei sit in the main seat? Although he said that he was thanking himself today, if there was no one else, he could sit wherever he wanted, and he didn't care about the boss, but now everyone at this table has the surnames of the whole village, and Guo Xiangping These people also came to deliver the ship. As an outsider, he looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old kid sitting in the main seat.

At this time, age is no longer an advantage. It doesn't matter if Gu Siwei, who is in his thirties, sits on the main seat. Now he looks sixteen or seventeen years old, and a bunch of old men sit on the main seat. If he is from the same clan and has a higher seniority, It's normal for a seventy-year-old or ten-year-old child to call him grandpa, but Gu Siwei can't stand it.

After Liu Fulin heard this, he took a look.

"We don't fit in either."

According to the rules, even if you are the host, you still have to push, so both Yang Xingjia and Guo Xiangping started pushing.

How could Liu Fulin allow them to keep pushing like this? He half-pushed and half-pushed them down on the main seat.

The next step is to arrange Gu Siwei. At this time, Gu Siwei can no longer be polite, because he is not the host, and he has to be the next one. No matter how you talk about him, he is the guest of honor.

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

It just took two minutes to arrange the seats.

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

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

The hot dishes include fish, Wu Meiling stewed a big fish, and the rest is a few stir-fries, stir-fried wild boar offal, such as liver and heart, and a plate of palm-long small fish, wrapped in flour and pressed, the most important thing is The special 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 penetrated my nose impatiently. Even Gu Siwei couldn't help but take a few sips of the aroma.

Not only does it smell good, it also looks good.

It was really delicious, delicious, and Gu Siwei had eaten in several high-end restaurants. Of course, it was decades later, but compared with the braised pork in front of him, the restaurants he ate at were outclassed.

The braised pork on the table looks crystal clear even if it is placed in the inconspicuous gray bowl of Hongjia. The red skin on the surface and the fat underneath are like jelly, and they actually appear translucent. Going further down, the fat and fat appear. Where the lean meat meets, the texture of the meat actually has a little bit of jade.

The thin red color does not appear brown like the color of sugar, but the color of the meat itself, just like the white meat has been cooked directly in the pot, without any other color, it is pure meat color.

The person in charge of pouring wine at the table was Guo Shengshou. He was half the master and relatively young, so the job of pouring wine fell on him.

At this time, there was no wine divider on the wine table. At this time, people poured the wine, and the person 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 was the wine commander today, so he could also drink a few cups. Nowadays, when teenagers sit down at the table, they can usually drink some, and adults don’t care. Unlike in the future, teenagers will drink as long as they are Dipping some wine will make adults feel like the sky is falling. Nowadays, many people's children are just one month old. When grandpas drink, they will dip a little with chopsticks and give it to their grandsons to taste, and no one says anything.

When the food is on the table and the wine is filled, 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 much. Let's eat and drink well!" Liu Fulin didn't say much. After saying this, he picked up the wine cup for everyone and waited. Then everyone stood up and clinked their glasses one by one.